The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend

In another civilization, Han Wu killed the final Heart Eater. He commanded the skeletons to carve out the materials needed from it, which he then sent to the skilled refiners Jiang Ming had left behind in his divine realm, each capable of turning the raw materials into Sacred Objects.

“Han Wu, we’ve successfully invaded this civilization.” Qin Shuang smiled, gaily hopping in front of Han Wu.

Sun Qingnian pouted. “This civilization is too weak. I haven’t even had fun yet.”

“This is all thanks to my Glorious God’s amazing commands,” Jing Jing boasted. “If you had led this invasion, you would’ve failed terribly.”

Noting Jing Jing’s serious expression, Sun Qingnian reluctantly appeased, “Alright, alright. It’s all thanks to Han Wu. I’m just an accessory hanging off his belt.”

Mollified, Jing Jing turned to Han Wu. “Glorious God, this civilization has fallen. Should we invade another to find more Heart Eaters?”

Han Wu spread his senses into his divine realm. The refiners had already turned the huge amount of resources from the Heart Eaters into Sacred Objects.

“I don’t think we need to,” he said. “We have enough to make the Sacred Objects I need for now.”

Both Qin Shuang and Jing Jing nodded.

“Han Wu, let’s head back since our job is done. We’ve been out for a long time,” Sun Qingnian grumbled.

Qin Shuang teased, “I know you’ve missed your girlfriend.”

Sun Qingnian’s intentions were easily seen through, but instead of being embarrassed, he doubled down. “What’s the problem? We’re both in love and are in a consenting relationship. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Han Wu was speechless. This was the first time he had seen someone act so righteous about dating a lecturer. Still, Sun Qingnian’s words prompted Han Wu to consider whether he needed to head back.

Checking on his avatars, he found that the Replicate Avatar had already returned to the Imperial College. The other avatars were still busy, but once they were done, Han Wu had a feeling that his strength would reach new heights.

“Sure,” Han Wu agreed. “Let’s follow Sun Qingnian’s suggestion and head back.”

Normally, returning the normal way would take a long time, but with Han Wu as the new owner of the Blood Coliseum, he could just use its Permanent Coordinates to teleport freely.

He could open up a path connecting to the Blood Coliseum, where they could then use the teleporter to return to the Divine Civilization. This would take a quarter of the usual time needed to return.

The group stepped through the portal and into the Blood Coliseum.

The Blood Coliseum had returned to its usual busy days after the inheritance ceremony. A huge number of beings from various civilizations visited daily for match-ups.

As the owner of the Blood Coliseum, Han Wu could use his authority to check the internal workings of the place. Every time a duel ended, the Blood Coliseum would turn the corpses into Core Fragments.

Core Fragments were useful even for beings beyond the Divine Civilization, with some using them to carve out a personal space where they could nurture their own race. While imperfect compared to the divine realms of the Divine Civilization, it at least ensured that their race could thrive.

Having sensed Han Wu’s return, Marks appeared seemingly out of nowhere and presented him with the financial report of the Blood Coliseum.

Han Wu read the report. In just a single month, the Blood Coliseum had earned a profit of almost 10,000 Divine Essence and 32 million units of Core Fragments. 32 million units of Core Fragments was hard to picture, but if one were to do the calculations, they would find that it was enough to upgrade the Cores of 16 Major Gods to level 40.

It was a truly frightening amount of money. Marks then explained that their management had agreed to save the Divine Essence in case of emergencies and use the Core Fragments to build new arenas instead.

Their invasion of the Dream Demon Civilization meant they could exploit it for raw materials to be turned into arenas. Han Wu was untrained in such matters, but he trusted that Marks and the other staff only wanted the best for the Blood Coliseum, so he gave them the go-ahead.

This one act caused Marks’ approval of Han Wu to increase further. Even though Han Wu wasn’t as strong as their previous master, Marks had faith that the Blood Coliseum would reach new heights of power under his leadership.

Marks was still reporting some matters to Han Wu when another worker ran in. “Manager Marks, bad news. The Asura Coliseum heard of our change in ownership and is now challenging us!”

Marks frowned. The death of the previous owner didn’t affect the daily operations of the coliseum, but it was undeniably troublesome not having a God King to protect them. It was natural that another coliseum would try to attack them when they were weakened like this.

“Sir, what do you think?” Marks asked Han Wu.

Having just inherited the Blood Coliseum, Han Wu still lacked knowledge about his competitors.

“Could you tell me more about the Asura Coliseum?” he asked.

Marks’ eyes twinkled with approval, glad that Han Wu wasn’t hotheaded enough to just attack blindly. Passion was an important part of leading the Blood Coliseum, but they also needed a cool-headed leader to carefully assess their threat before acting.

Han Wu’s actions were exactly as Marks had hoped.

“The Asura Coliseum is like us, except their main way of generating income is to host one-on-one combat. Their coliseum is more popular with the other civilizations than we are, but it’s not like we’re at the bottom of the barrel. Thanks to the beings from the Divine Civilization, we can focus on the route of numbers, and can still earn quite a lot.

“The owner of the Asura Coliseum has always eyed our slice of the pie. However, they can’t afford to build another coliseum that’s similar to ours. They’re likely here because they wish to seize our coliseum instead.”

After listening to Marks’ explanation, Han Wu had a faint grasp of the situation. The Asura Coliseum emphasized one-on-one combat, where an individual’s strength played a huge role.

The Blood Coliseum, on the other hand, focused on group combats where numbers held the advantage. Han Wu wasn’t sure which coliseum would win in a fight, but the Blood Coliseum was at a clear disadvantage when it came to higher individual combat prowess.

The owner of the Asura Coliseum had strength on par with a God King, while Han Wu was only a Major God. Still, his opposition was already beating down his door. If he didn’t do anything, they would think that Han Wu and the Blood Coliseum were pushovers!

“If we don’t accept their challenge, they’ll think we’re weak and just wage an all-out war against us without the bounds of rules. That would be detrimental. We should accept their challenge,” Han Wu commanded.

Marks hesitated. “But we don’t have any units that can stop someone as strong as a God King.”

“I’ll find a way,” Han Wu promised.