Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System - Chapter 630 - 269: Dragonfly Nesting
Chapter 630: Chapter 269: Dragonfly Nesting
When over fifty thousand gray-headed hyenas became followers, Lear could clearly sense the Power of Faith flowing into the Divine Format like a river.
At the same time, countless noises also came along… prayers, wishes, and expectations of the followers mixed within.
Each stream of Power of Faith was an individual’s will.
By carefully listening, one could perceive the believers along the stream of faith.
But there were too many, and with the over twenty thousand residents of Weilu City, Lear’s number of followers now exceeded seventy thousand!
Even if he spent twenty-four hours a day paying attention, it would be difficult to sort out.
Moreover, according to the current plan, the number of followers will continue to increase in the future, reaching hundreds of thousands, or even millions…
He can’t handle them now, and it will be even more impossible later.
No wonder ordinary followers can hardly get a response from the Divine Spirit.
How can one person respond to hundreds of thousands, millions in a group chat?
Lear forcibly withdrew from the cacophony of voices, his gaze becoming deep.
Suddenly, he thought of the Ancient Goblin God’s previous advice to not rely too much on the Power of Faith, as it would constrain his limits.
Perhaps the followers’ murmurs were the main reason?
This problem needed to be solved…
As he pondered, his consciousness shifted slightly.
The void ahead suddenly blurred, and a human girl quietly appeared before him.
The third-ranked Level 16 Swamp Boggart—Mana, saw Lear and her panicked expression immediately dissipated, respectfully placing a hand over her chest and bowing.
“Greetings, Your Majesty…”
Lear nodded.
He extended his right hand, placing it on her head.
In the next moment, a unique power surged into her body.
The Swamp Boggart instantly felt something added to her mind, and upon calmly sensing it, she heard the sounds of prayers.
After coming to her senses, she looked at Lear excitedly.
“Your Majesty, are these the prayers of the followers?!”
Lear spoke softly.
“I grant you the power to respond to the prayers of the followers on my behalf.”
“Their emotions might also become your sustenance…”
The Swamp Boggart trembled and knelt to the ground.
“Your Majesty…”
What an honor it was to respond to the followers on behalf of the great Divine Spirit?
She hadn’t even dared to think of such a thing…
After pondering for a moment, Lear spoke softly.
“Go back with Bain and devise a feedback mechanism. So long as a follower’s devotion reaches a certain level, bestow upon them a portion of strength.”
“Or remove diseases from their bodies, heal injuries, or repair severed limbs…”
“Give positive feedback to the followers, thereby encouraging the spread of faith and the Swamp Sect.”
“Moreover, those spreading the faith of the Swamp Sect can use their own faith as a marker to guide new followers. Once the same faith aura reaches a certain level, that follower can receive additional rewards.”
“This type of reward should be more substantial; do not be stingy!”
Why would a follower believe in a deity?
Naturally, they hope to gain something from it.
Be it craving power, seeking protection, or calming fear…
A deity that provides nothing to the followers often has very few believers.
Positive feedback can greatly enhance the followers’ devotion and willingness to spread the sect.
This is working for the Divine Spirit, for the glory of my Master! Spreading the faith is only natural!
Of course, corresponding to positive rewards, there must also be negative punishments. Once someone violates doctrines or apostatizes, heavy penalties should be given.
Only with a combination of reward and punishment can the sect develop healthily and normally.
Lear felt no particular sentiment about being a high and mighty god, seeing the propagation of faith merely as a means to gain power.
In truth, he didn’t care whether they believed or not, as long as they could provide him power.
It was precisely because of this that Lear understood the stakes better and was more willing to delegate authority.
The prayers of the followers actually held no special significance, they merely wished upon their completion, hoping the great Divine Spirit could help them achieve it.
But how could a normal Divine Spirit handle tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of followers, and so most prayers of followers were in vain.
However, if managed by someone with the focus, like the Swamp Boggart, wishes that were beneficial to the sect’s faith could be chosen to fulfill.
This undoubtedly greatly benefits the sect’s spread.
But to other Divine Spirits, responding to the followers’ prayers is often a symbol of their authority, their core interests, which they would never give up.
They prefer it wasted than relinquish it.
Someone as daring as Lear is truly rare.
Yet quickly he realized that even a Swamp Boggart handling the prayers of the believers was too strenuous.
He needed to recruit more people.
As he pondered, his gaze turned to the believers in Weilu City…
The categories of faith were shallow beliefs, deep beliefs, devout believers, and fanatics.
Among them, the faith of the fanatics had reached its peak, firm as a mountain, unshakable regardless of what happens, even if the Divine Spirit were to fall.
And in Weilu City, there were more than three thousand of such fanatics…
The others had almost all reached the pinnacle of devout believers, not far from being fanatics.
This was the result of living with the Divine Spirit every day, bathing in holy light, over time.
After screening them, Lear’s gaze fell upon thirty individuals.
With a gentle wave of his hand, these fanatics vanished from their work positions without a trace.
Appearing in front of him.
These followers, summoned by their deity, were immediately overwhelmed with excitement, prostrating on the ground, beginning to pray devoutly.
“Great and immortal presence, your brilliance illuminates the entire world… Praise be to you!”
