Chapter 1460: Chapter 901: No One Can Leave Sain Smiling

"Tell me, if we wanted to kill a god, how would we go about it?"

"Hmm... I don’t know, I’ve never seen a god, how could I kill one?"

In a city controlled by the Scameroon rebel army, people gathered in the tavern for a rare serious discussion.

The topic they’re discussing has been a hot issue for the past half month – can a god really be killed?

Up to now, no one has ever witnessed the true form of a god. How can humans kill something invisible and intangible, yet everyone believes exists?

This question has spread throughout the rebel army along with the World Serpent Furaamte’s remarks, sparking quite a passionate debate.

Some say we should kill all of that god’s followers, some say we can take out the god’s deputy, and some say just smash the divine statue and destroy the Church. Various opinions keep emerging.

Whenever this happens, there will be...

"This is blasphemy! Words that desecrate a god will surely incur divine retribution!"

There will always be someone with unwavering faith in the god who pops up to curse and swear at the group.

"Hey, hey, hey, we’re talking here, what does it matter to you?" Naturally, someone grumbled, "Don’t you know that people like you who mindlessly pray without contributing are actually the ones most despised by the god?"

"Prayer is the way to communicate with the god! Prayer is the greatest contribution! You ignorant worms!"

The faithful shouted in anger, veins bulging on their forehead.

Even though the people he verbally attacked stood up and were generally a head taller with muscles large enough to easily crush him, he only took a step back while continuing to glare at them like an enemy.

This scene plays out every moment across Scameroon, and people are no longer surprised.

But there’s never a shortage of spectators; soon a crowd gathers around the believers and non-believers just to watch the spectacle.

Upon seeing such a scene, the believer immediately begins loudly advertising some almost universally accepted rules among the faithful, such as spending an entire day and night seriously praying or other complicated rules.

In the past, these things were done quietly as part of daily life. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

But this time, the believer’s rhetoric is met with pushback.

"Why should we waste days on meaningless prayers instead of going out to work and earn money? If we donate the money we earn to the Church, at least we can see the Church slowly improve, what does praying achieve?" the non-believer said, tilting their head.

"Prayer pleases the god!" The believer shouted excitedly.

"And then? You mean to say that just kneeling there every day doing nothing but humming a few lines can please the god more than when we spend money building divine statues?"

"Of course it can!"

The non-believer let out a derisive laugh, like an arrow piercing the believer’s pride, prompting them to curse loudly.

It’s not that the believers have weak endurance; it’s just that recently, all the discussions around the streets have spoken against prayer, soaking in such rhetoric that destroys his beliefs has truly rattled his mind.

To the believers, when those around them suddenly start thinking prayer is useless, it feels like an insult, because...

Aside from prayer, I have no other means to dedicate myself to the god, and now you say prayer is useless. What have all my years of prayers been for?

Am I a fool?!

Even if only to uphold some dignity, the believer absolutely cannot give in.

However—

"Look, once he realizes he can’t argue with us, he starts throwing a fit!"

"I knew it, those who only know how to pray and do nothing are pure garbage."

"I’ve been annoyed with them for a long time. I’ve helped build the church properly, yet these people who’ve only prayed and babbled for decades still think they’re more experienced and the god loves them more!"

"Those who only know how to flap their mouths should just go die!"

What the believer is about to face is an unexpectedly fierce reckoning from the crowd, filling the entire block with the sound of denunciations.

He was completely unprepared for such a scenario, as though he was some notoriously evil person!

I just prefer praying and dislike labor, does that make me some very bad person?

Unable to process this thought, the believer suddenly convulsed, fell to the ground, and fainted, but no one came to his aid.

Scenes like this continue to play out every moment in the Scameroon area.

"What an astonishing farce."

In the luxury booth of the tavern in Hepa Town.

Luluwo turned off the Image Stone delivered by the newspaper office. What she had just watched was a local newspaper-recorded material depicting the conflict between believers and non-believers.

The Scameroon newspaper provides superior service to esteemed advanced clients; aside from delivering newspapers, they also supply Image Stones recording local curiosities. Of course, such service comes at a considerable price, but the Skyrim Strategy Group never lacks money.

"Whether they are people who pray or those who don’t, they’re both losing their minds now; both sides are showing extreme behavior."

Fingerley said while wiping a dagger.

"Indeed, Scameroon has many believers who replace everything with prayer, while those working will definitely resent them. In fact, the seeds of conflict were already sown, and the emergence of Sain Dungeon merely accelerated the outbreak of these conflicts."