In religion, the so-called Holy Tide refers to the moment when a massive gathering of believers causes their spiritual fervor to reach an extreme peak, resonating with the path of the deity.
For any true god, this is an extremely rare resource and nourishment.
The same applies to the Main God Space.
Originally, this large celebration had already added millions of spiritual reserves to the Main God Space, but once the Holy Tide began, the data immediately skyrocketed, jumping by the tens of millions and instantly breaking past the one hundred million mark!
Boom!
The entire Main God Space trembled, and all the Reincarnators were startled out of their spaces.
“What’s going on?”
Charles nervously stepped out of his private space, only to immediately see the magnificent palace in the sky radiating brilliant light.
The Main God Space seemed to transform into a giant beast, roaring and continuously expanding. The immense power, even for Charles, who had already reached the status of a Level Three Reincarnator as recognized by the space, caused him to feel immense fear and tremble involuntarily.
Fortunately, the tremors came quickly and left just as fast.
For some unknown reason, after it passed, Charles felt as though something around him had changed, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.
When he raised his head, he suddenly realized, “That palace seems… a bit more real?”
…
“The Main God Space has transformed from the ethereal to the tangible, finally capable of accepting physical reincarnators!”
Wu Ming observed all of this from the perspective of the Main God, his heart filled only with joy.
The original reincarnators were still deceased souls, having little impact on the world. However, the emergence of living reincarnators would be an earth-shattering change, completely颠覆ing the worldview for ordinary people and even governments.
“But then again… what do I care about your worldview being颠覆ed?”
A faintly sinister smile appeared on Wu Ming’s lips: “This world has been too quiet for far too long…”
The fate of the entire world had already been kicked toward an unknown abyss of darkness the moment he obtained the Main God Space.
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This world certainly isn’t lacking in sensationalist media willing to break every limit for sales.
Moreover, the Salvation Church’s gathering of tens of thousands was already big news. The major newspapers and broadcasts were simply amazed by the scale and orderliness of the believers, briefly mentioning miracles, while the tabloids shamelessly sensationalized the miracles.
Of course, this only resulted in a wave of skepticism toward the Salvation Church, as well as more believers—exactly what Wu Ming intended.
After all, those miracles could be completely explained by optical illusions, while the real healing and enhancement effects would go unnoticed except by the devout believers.
Even if some believers leaked the information, whether others would believe it was still questionable.
Using such ambiguous miracles to prove the existence of the god and thereby gaining a large number of followers—why wouldn’t one be happy about that?
After gaining the support of the kingdom’s upper echelons and reaching its current scale, the Salvation Church had also grown bolder.
After doing this, Wu Ming directly let go and devoted more energy to the Main God Space.
Tonight, they would begin absorbing the first batch of physical reincarnators.
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Sigal was a lucky college student.
Coming from an ordinary middle-class family, he was fortunate enough to pass the college entrance exam on his first try, becoming an honored university student.
Unfortunately, misfortune also fell upon him at the same time.
Although he wasn’t a poor student, in a university filled with top scholars and academic gods, he immediately became one of the lowest performers. His limited academic abilities made keeping up with the courses extremely difficult, not to mention completing his graduation project.
This academic year, he had already failed two courses, dangerously approaching the red line of being expelled.
This left Sigal constantly in fear and anxiety, and recently he had become deeply immersed in a newly emerged church.
“Great God of Salvation! Please, protect me and ensure I am never expelled. Better yet, let me pass my graduation exam in one go!”
He clutched his holy medal and began his nightly pre-sleep prayer routine.
Though his faith wasn’t particularly devout, he still enjoyed going to church, enjoying the peace and the feeling of not being judged—like prisoners getting fresh air during their exercise time.
But today, something seemed different.
After closing his eyes, a strong sense of weightlessness suddenly attacked him.
Plop!
He cried out in pain, feeling as if he had rolled off his bed, and a nearby impatient voice said, “Wake up!”
“What’s going on?”
Sigal stood up in confusion, finding himself in pajamas in a completely unfamiliar place.
Around him were several other men and women, all with equally confused and alarmed expressions, except for a man in a black trench coat who exuded a sharp aura, staring coldly at them.
“You’re the last one to wake up. Seems like you’re the weakest among this batch of newbies. What an unlucky kid!”
The man in the black trench coat said indifferently, his eyes showing no trace of sympathy: “Listen up, I don’t care who you were or how you died before. Now remember one thing: this is no longer your world, but the Main God Space. By completing missions, you can obtain everything you desire. Of course, you’re more likely to die directly in the mission world. As newbies, you have a special privilege—you have me, your guide!”
“Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Charles, and my ability is psychokinesis!”
Charles thoroughly enjoyed showing off in front of the group of rookies, even directly using the supernatural ability he had exchanged for, making a stone float in midair to enhance his credibility.
“Now, report your names and specialties…”
He glanced at the mission list and then muttered, “You guys’ luck… is just too bad. You actually drew the vampire zombie world—the highest newbie fatality rate!”
“Guide—Charles, psychokinesis?”
Sigal’s head felt dizzy, but the floating stone in front of him convinced him that this man was someone he definitely couldn’t mess with now.
“Am I dreaming?”
A thought surfaced, prompting him to pinch his thigh hard. The intense pain that followed filled him with panic.
“Wait a second, Mr. Charles! You said we’re already dead?”
A blonde girl suddenly asked: “But I have no memory of that. I was just at home, and everything was fine!”
“That’s right, I was lying in bed and there was no danger at all!”
…
Several newbies immediately started talking at once.
“Hmm? Could it be that they died suddenly of illness in their sleep? Or an earthquake? A tsunami?”
Charles was a bit surprised, though only slightly.
At this point, he firmly believed that the Main God Space only recruited souls, and unless he went through several more guiding missions, he wouldn’t even notice such a minor detail.
“Alright, what you should be thinking about now is how to survive in this dangerous world. Although I’m just a guide, I’m not your babysitter—remember that well!”
He pointed ahead, smirking: “Now, your first test is here. Each of you must kill a vampire zombie. Be careful not to get bitten, or you won’t like the consequences. Only those who succeed will be worth taking with me; the rest can just fend for themselves!”
“Oh my God…”
The newbies followed his finger and immediately screamed.
They were in a wilderness, and now, several figures were slowly approaching, their bodies half-rotted, their eyes glowing with a sinister red light.
“Compared to hundreds or even thousands of zombie hordes, these few wandering zombies are just a small scene!”
Charles chuckled: “Their movements are relatively slow. Be careful, and you still have a chance!”
“My God…”
Sigal could no longer hear what Charles was saying.
The moment he saw the vampire zombies, his hands trembled, and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Such terrifying creatures must have come straight from hell—why were they here?
“My God, save me!”
He whispered a prayer in the most devout voice, with a fervent thought…
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“Hmm? There are actually a few followers of the God of Salvation here?”
Above the Main God Space, Wu Ming looked at the screen in front of him and smiled slightly.
The selection of reincarnators was entirely random to prevent being modeled and targeted after data collection, so Wu Ming had completely entrusted the process to the AI管家.
The butler didn’t care whether they were followers of the Salvation Church or not, treating everyone equally.
As for those followers, being selected into the reincarnation space might truly be an opportunity to change their fate.
“I should give them some preferential treatment, after all, they did contribute to the Main God Space!”
Wu Ming said casually: “Adjust their spiritual power return ratio! Also, all devout believers, if selected as reincarnators, will receive a hidden attribute bonus of +1 to luck!”
This meant that after becoming reincarnators, if these believers continued to pray, they could soon reach the minimum standard of a priest or paladin, which would naturally benefit their survival.
Moreover, having a slightly higher innate luck value than others meant more chances of survival or even drawing higher-level items, making them slightly better off than the completely inexperienced reincarnators.
…
Not knowing how much time had passed, Sigal suddenly jumped up from his dorm bed.
“A dream?”
He looked at his wrist, where a birthmark-like symbol was clearly visible. Slightly focusing his mind, a line of information appeared.
[Note: Reincarnators must not actively disclose information about the Main God Space to the real world. Violators will be erased!]
“It’s real! If that’s the case…”
Sigal muttered, picking up a textbook from his desk.
A miracle happened!
The once difficult and obscure problems suddenly became clear, and he even felt that his logical thinking and calculation abilities had improved.
“Sigh… I only earned a small amount of contribution points due to my poor performance, but I was still able to exchange for these academic proficiencies. It was worth it…”
Sigal smiled bitterly.
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