My Players Are So Fierce

The Master of Hunting was merely a decoy to attract everyone’s attention!

The real aim of Subspace is to have the self-proclaimed neutral God of Wealth appear before everyone’s eyes, to shatter the original divine and faith systems on the continent.”

While riding the elevator down towards the underground, Lord Hadran’s mind was racing, and he thought:

“When everyone knows that gods can be created by mortals, the once lofty divine spirits will be stripped of all mystery and reverence, possibly shaking the very foundations of faith. Gaia, Su, and Avalon, these deities battling in Subspace, are bound to be affected.

Even worse!

Countless ambitious individuals will seize this opportunity to begin their ‘Path to Divinity’…

Dutna warned me, this knowledge and Spiritual Energy are by no means gifts of goodwill from Subspace.

When the old systems crumble under the assault of new powers, a new era, that chaotic era, will commence.

This is their true goal.

They do not just want to use the Black Disaster to throw the continent into chaos!

More than that, they want everything to go off track. The Brass Dwarves are merely the first sacrificial victim of this mad era.

No!

We’ve done something wrong, more terrifying than rebelling against Gaia…

We cannot let it be born!”

“Boom”

The lift landed on the ground at that moment, and the mechanical door opened outward. Lord Hadran strode out, now in the underground of the Brass Fortress, all he needed to do was charge into the tunnels to kill that maniac Banock…

However, what appeared before him was a squad of Ironheart Warriors.

These dwarves, who had long abandoned worship to immerse themselves in battle, slaughter, and wealth, turned in unison. In their eyes, beneath their helmets, shone a cold and scrutinizing light, and in these warriors’ hands, the Burning Gold Ores glittered with a wondrous light.

That was their “Sacred Emblem.”

It was the Sacred Emblem of the God of Wealth.

Ah, wealth.

The daring can find wealth, the cautious can amass wealth, the cowardly can only squander wealth.

For gold, the lowly can wield blades to slay dragons.

For gold, the noble can fall in a single night.

For gold, the loyal can launch a backstab.

Just like now!

Upon seeing the Gaia Insignia hanging on Lord Hadran’s chest, these Ironheart Warriors chuckled. They seized their weapons, moving as if to resist the Wolf People, completely blocking their Supreme Lord’s path forward.

“Ovg was right! I should have crushed you all the moment you were born!”

Lord Hadran roared, brandishing his warhammer as he charged at his own soldiers. The Ironheart Warriors stepped up to meet him without fear, driven not by faith.

Because the God of Wealth requires no faith!

The deity represents the principles of commerce circulation in the world, unlike those Ancient Gods born from the symbols of nature, unlike the newly created gods shaped by the force of creation. A deity as wondrous as the God of Wealth is a third-generation god born from the symbiosis of Subspace Power and the material world.

They possess both the universal symbols of the Ancient Gods and the independent will of the new gods, born from faith but not reliant on it to survive.

As long as the matters they represent do not vanish, they will not disappear.

As long as the matters they represent thrive, they will grow stronger as a result.

The clamor of battle soon caught the attention of General Banock, but it did not make him angry. He had great confidence in the Supreme Lord he served his whole life.

As an elder of the dwarves, Lord Hadran had a heart as tough and stubborn as brass.

But what use is a sudden awakening at the last moment?

Banock looked at the open Subspace rift before him and the Chaos eggs that were still incubating around him. His face was filled with satisfaction and comfort; the God of Wealth was about to be born, and wherever there was Burning Gold, He could display His might.

There was an abundance of Burning Gold in the Brass Fortress, and it would become His Sacred Land.

Look, I have personally crafted a deity!

“Congratulations, ‘General’ Sir.”

Banock stood alone before the ever-expanding rift, a peculiar device in his hand still functioning amidst the assault from Subspace. A gentle man’s voice emanated from it, saying:

“You have finally achieved a feat so difficult for mortals; a deity will be born under your craftsmanship, and I must express my respect and admiration for you, and extend an invitation once more. Join us, General, and you’ll become the brightest star of apocalypse among the twilight of everything.”

“I refuse!”

Banock, obsessed, gazed at the flickering lights within the Subspace rift, speaking as if in a dream:

“I am not aligned with you. I never wished to destroy this beautiful world. I only wanted to make it a bit more colorful, and my lifelong dream has come to an end. The marvelous entity I crafted is on the path to awakening, and I desire nothing more.”

“Very well, a salute to the dreamer!”

The voice continued:

“But our agreement…”

“The Brass Fortress is here. All its guards have been replaced with followers of the God of Wealth. Remember to bring sufficient Burning Gold or wealth, and as for the rest, handle it however you please.”

Banock turned around, seeing the blood-drenched Supreme Lord Hadran approaching. He altered the magnanimous and excited demeanor of his dream realization, becoming solemn and gentle once more, just as he’d presented himself at the Brass Fortress before.

The general, adorned with a helm with red plumes, casually discarded the device in his hand, saying:

“Just as you assisted me in achieving this wondrous dream, I also wish you smooth sailing on your path to pursue your dreams. Now, this traitor must receive my lord’s punishment, a rightful consequence of my actions.

Farewell, ‘Monk Leader’ Sir.”