God Level Civilization

“I am the God of Light!”

Sitting cross-legged in mid-air, Wu Hui looked down upon the divine kingdom beneath him, feeling a bit complicated.

As an ordinary young person from Earth, Wu Hui likes to read novels, play games, and watch anime.
Naturally, he has also had fantasies of traveling to other worlds

But he never imagined that he would become the legendary “God of Light” and be given a divine kingdom.

At first, Wu Hui was ecstatic about his new status, as in many fantasy novels, the “God of Light” was a powerful villain with incredible strength and godly powers.

He ruled over multiple planes and had a massive army of angels at his command, and would mercilessly crush anyone who defied him.

As for Wu Hui, the divine kingdom where the great “God of Light” lived had to be a magnificent and splendid temple, with beautiful and noble angels flying around, and the air filled with ethereal hymns.

In addition, he could collect a myriad of beautiful women from all races in his harem, with all kinds of seductive, holy, noble, icy, intelligent, and cute types.

Just thinking about this scene made Wu Hui feel incredibly happy.

However, things didn’t go as smoothly as he had imagined.

Imagination is full of possibilities, but reality is tough.

The Bright God’s country that Wu Hui inherited was not as grand and magnificent as he had imagined.
Instead, it was a desolate and dilapidated place.

The towering statue of the Bright God, which should have been sacred and awe-inspiring and stood several dozen stories high in the center of the square, was broken in half.
Its noble head was buried in a pile of rubble, covered in dust.

Behind the square, the magnificent Bright God’s Temple had also become a pile of rubble.
Only a few strong pillars stood steadfastly among the ruins, faintly revealing the grandeur and solemnity it once had.

This dilapidated god country was like the Yuanmingyuan that was once glorious but was looted and burned down by the Eight-Power Allied Forces, leaving only a desolate and tragic scene.

What’s more, what made Wu Hui’s heart palpitate was that in the northwest of the god country, there were three huge tearing gaps that cut across the spatial crystal wall, like being torn apart by some powerful beast’s claws.
The cracks emitted eerie black light, and the cracks were slowly spreading on the god country’s spatial crystal wall.

As time passed, the scope of the cracks became wider and wider.
It was unclear when they would cover the entire sky.
Once the spatial crystal wall of the god country collapsed, the dark energy in the endless void would pour down like a flood.

The fate of Wu Hui, this “great” Bright God, was foreseeable.

“Alas…” Wu Hui shivered and let out a deep sigh of disappointment.

He felt that there probably wasn’t any deity in the world who was more miserable than him.
The divine country was in ruins, and there were no angels or beauties.
He didn’t even have a decent physical body, only a tattered soul that could be blown away by the wind.
Because of his current form, he didn’t even need to walk anymore and could float wherever he wanted to go.

Can you imagine it? He, a glorious god, was reduced to floating around like a ghost, not even human.

Anyway, enough said.
The more he talked about it, the more tears he shed.

Unable to resist, Wu Hui sighed again, allowing his soul to continue drifting aimlessly throughout the entire divine country.
With a thought, he activated his divine power and checked the divine country’s information.

Instantly, a series of information appeared in his consciousness:

Divine Name: God of Light (Warning: Extremely Low, at risk of imminent destruction)

Divine Power: 0 (Warning: Extremely low, please replenish as soon as possible)

Angels: 0 (Warning: Extremely scarce, please replenish as soon as possible)

Gate of Heaven: 1 (Warning: This Gate of Heaven is accelerating its collapse, please maintain it as soon as possible)

Power of Faith: 999 (Warning: Extremely scarce, please replenish as soon as possible)

Pope: 1 (Warning: Abnormal state, please dispatch angels to investigate as soon as possible)

Believers: 316 (Warning: Extremely scarce, please replenish as soon as possible)

Dimensions…

There were quite a few pieces of information, but each one was marked with a bright red warning.
Even a glance at them was enough to cause heartache.

However, Wu Hui, who had been living as the God of Light for nearly a year, was already used to it and didn’t have much of a reaction.
His consciousness scanned over each line of information, but when he noticed the number of believers, his heart sank.

“Check the details of the believers.”

He spoke suddenly, and in an instant, the information about the believers was highlighted and changed into a new set of information.

Holy Spirit: 0 Saint: 0 Fanatic: 0 Devout: 0 True Believer: 0 Shallow Believer: 316

Surprisingly, there are only 316 shallow believers left!

Yesterday, Wu Hui remembered checking his followers and there were still 323 shallow believers.
But in just one day, it has dropped by 7!

He furrowed his non-existent brows, and with a thought, his entire spiritual body instantly floated and landed beside a pristine white pillar in the ruins.

This pillar was located directly in front of the temple, the tallest and only relatively intact one remaining among the remaining columns.

From top to bottom, a large string of numbers was recorded on the pillar, representing the daily changes in the number of followers since Wu Hui took over as the God of Light.

The earliest set of data was almost a year ago when he first inherited the divine realm.

At that time, he had one fanatic and 708 shallow believers.
But now, he only has 316 shallow believers left.

Using his spiritual power, Wu Hui picked up a sharp stone and filled in the data for 316 in the last row.
He then carefully examined all the numbers from top to bottom.

“Alas, there’s not much time left.”

Throwing the stone aside, Wu Hui muttered lowly, feeling increasingly bad.

Although the number of his followers had always been fluctuating, the decrease was slow at first, and sometimes even increased by a few.
However, six months ago, his only fanatic suddenly lost faith, and since then, the number of shallow believers has been decreasing rapidly.
Recently, it has been losing a few almost every day.

If this trend continues, it won’t be long before his number of followers becomes 0.

At the thought of this outcome, Wu Hui’s heart sank.

Like a piece of meat, it hurt so much it was bleeding.

Without realizing it, he was filled with unease.

In the midst of this torment, a glimmer of hope appeared.

Suddenly, the number behind his faith power jumped from 999 to 1000 without warning!

In his numbness, Wu Hui’s breathing also became stagnant.

1000 points.

His faith power had finally reached 1000 points!

He was ecstatic, almost unable to believe his own consciousness.
He confirmed it several times before finally believing that his faith power had truly reached 1000 points.

He could finally condense divine power!

With his mind settled, Wu Hui immediately gave orders to his deity.
His tone was solemn and uplifting, “Deity, condense divine power!”

As soon as he spoke, a burst of white light erupted from deep within his soul.

The next moment, he felt a majestic and vast power merge into his soul, causing him to tremble all over, as if he had become infinitely more powerful in an instant!

It was as if he could do anything, with just a single thought, move mountains and seas, destroy the heavens and the earth.

Wu Hui couldn’t help but cheer, and he suddenly soared into the air.

Excitedly, he circled around the divine kingdom several times.
After a while, he recovered from his excitement and thought to himself, “Display my divine power data.”

In an instant, the data for his divine power appeared in his mind.

Divine Power: 1 point (Warning: Divine power is extremely low, please replenish as soon as possible).

Wu Hui was stunned.
He felt as though someone had poured a bucket of cold water over him, making him shiver.

With a thousand points of faith, he had only gained one point of divine power? If he had a physical body, he might have vomited blood.

What could he do with just one point of divine power?

Could he heal his weakened divine soul? No, 1 point of divine power was useless for that.

Could he create an angel? It would take at least 100 points of divine power and a holy spirit to create the most basic angel.
He had neither the holy spirit nor enough divine power, so it was not an option.

Could he create a body for himself to use? One point of divine power was barely enough, but the body he could create would likely be mediocre and not very useful.

Could he repair the claw marks and gaps in the crystal walls of the divine kingdom’s space? Forget it, one point of divine power would only slow down the crumbling of the gaps.

As a fallen divine being with a decaying divine kingdom, there were countless places where he needed divine power, but one point of divine power was not even enough to make a difference.

Wu Hui felt a bit hopeless and helpless.
The only comfort he had was that even though he only had one point of divine power, it was still genuine divine power.
Having some was better than having none.

He knew that the rate at which his believers were dwindling made it impossible for him to accumulate another 1000 points of faith.
This one point of divine power was not only all he had, but also his last chance.

Would he let himself disappear completely with the collapse of the divine kingdom, or would he use this one point of divine power to turn things around and embark on a bright future? Wu Hui thought long and hard while perched on the highest pillar, and ultimately decided that this one point of divine power should be used to help his believers.

Believers are the foundation of the divine.
Only by stopping the decline of believers, or even reversing it, could he have the opportunity to continue accumulating divine power.

Based on his inherited fragmented knowledge and previous calculations, each shallow believer can provide an average of 0.001 units of faith power per day.
Yes, it is that weak.
After calculation, it takes about three years for one shallow believer to provide 1 unit of faith power.

If he can maintain the current 286 shallow believers without decreasing, it will take about ten years to accumulate 1000 units of faith power and condense 1 unit of divine power again.

Ten years is a long time, but there is always hope, right?

“But how do I maintain and even increase the number of believers?” Wu Hui was a little worried.

In fact, preaching and expanding the number of believers is generally the job of the pope.
The pope is the representative of the will of the gods on earth, commanding various bishops and priests, and is a servant dedicated to spreading faith and maintaining faith for the gods.

As a god, he only needs to enjoy the faith power offerings comfortably and occasionally show his divine powers.

But now, Wu Hui’s pope had some unexpected situations, and he couldn’t rely on him for a while.

He couldn’t help but sigh, “Forget it, I’ll rely on myself.”

In fact, maintaining the number of believers is very simple.
As long as he can show some divine powers in front of the believers and help them get through difficult times, it is enough to maintain their faith, and even develop them into true believers or devout believers.

True believers and shallow believers are different.
They believe in the God of Light from the bottom of their hearts, their hearts are pure, and their faith is strong.
A true believer is worth at least ten shallow believers, and the faith channel is more stable and not prone to collapse.

True believers are the cornerstone of the existence of a god, and the more true believers there are, the stronger the god will be.

True believers are the cornerstone of a deity’s existence.
The more true believers there are, the stronger the deity becomes.

Devout believers are even more precious.
They have unwavering faith in the deity, are devoutly loyal, and constantly keep the deity in their hearts.
They strictly adhere to the deity’s principles, and at the same time, they are also propagators of faith, influencing others to believe and worship the deity through their words and deeds.

The power of faith that a devout believer can generate is equivalent to that of a hundred shallow believers.
Although devout believers are not necessarily professional preachers or pastors, they often develop other believers.

In earthly terms, devout believers are like pure natural spring water.

As for fanatical believers, they are even more precious than devout believers.
Their faith in the deity is fervent and intense, placing the deity in the highest position.
A fanatical believer can generate the power of faith equivalent to that of a thousand shallow believers every day.

Thinking of fanatical believers, Wu Hui couldn’t help feeling a little sad.

Back then, he also had a fanatical believer.
Nearly a year ago, when he first inherited the Divine Kingdom, he had a fanatical believer.
That fanatical believer alone provided Wu Hui with one point of faith power every day.

Unfortunately, since the faith channel of that fanatical believer inexplicably collapsed half a year ago, Wu Hui has never enjoyed the pleasure of receiving faith power every day again, making the accumulation of faith power particularly difficult.

“It’s a pity, if only I had divine power at the time, I might not be in this situation now,” Wu Hui lamented.

Prayer is when a believer asks the deity for help.
The deity can choose to help or ignore the request.
Generally speaking, a powerful deity rarely responds to the prayer of an individual believer unless it’s on a whim.

Deities usually only respond to the prayers of the Pope or mass collective prayers of high-level believers.

But now, Wu Hui, the god of light, has reached the end of the road and has no choice but to respond to any prayer he receives.

Even if it’s just a single believer’s prayer, come on and make one now…”

Wu Hui stared intently at the remaining 286 shallow believers, feeling both hopeful and nervous.

An hour passed, and the shallow believers’ faith channels continued to collapse.
Unconsciously, their numbers dwindled from 286 to 280.

However, not a single shallow believer prayed to the God of Light.

If Wu Hui had a body now, he would have turned pale with anxiety and sweat pouring down.
Even without a body, his soul was restless and appeared weaker.

As the number of shallow believers decreased, hope was rapidly diminishing.

In such times, even waiting was excruciating.
Time seemed to drag on endlessly.

Days passed, and Wu Hui watched in despair as the number of shallow believers dropped below 100 to 99, 89.
His heart sank lower and lower.

Was he, Wu Hui, going to perish before enjoying the pleasure of being a god? No, he wouldn’t even be able to die in the short term.
He would be trapped in this lonely, dilapidated divine kingdom, watching himself slowly approach death.

It was too terrifying.

Just as Wu Hui had fallen into despair, suddenly, one of the weak faith channels connected to the divine kingdom trembled slightly.

This was a sign that a believer was praying to him!

“Quickly! Godhead, listen to the believer’s prayer,” Wu Hui urged.

He was overjoyed.
“My dear shallow believer, quickly, tell me your wish.
This god will surely fulfill it for you~”