The trident was once the weapon of the Sea God, later bestowed upon the Sea Emperor of the Sea Clan.
Lette held it in his hand and had to admit that this legendary weapon indeed had quite a solid feel.
But Lette could imdiately tell that its divinity was insufficient.
Either it was the failed product of the Sea God’s sacrificial artifact-making, or it had been used too recklessly before, causing divinity to be lost after it had broken.
But in any case, this trident was an existence that the Sea God abandoned.
Now with the old gods dead and new gods rising, the trident had an opportunity to turn waste into treasure.
Lette snapped his fingers, and the divine body of the God of Flesh appeared behind him, mirroring his movents like a shadow.
He summoned the authority of the God of the Sea and began to reforge the trident.
At the sa ti, he took out the dinner knife of the God of Flesh and placed it alongside to be reforged together.
Lette channeled powerful divine power, continuously pouring it into the trident and the knife.
With the lting by divine fla, the Sea God’s trident began to gradually transform.
Its long shaft started to shorten and flatten, while the head of the trident began to curve into a natural arc.
When Lette withdrew the divine power, the Sea Clan, who witnessed the whole process, burst into an uproar.
Isn’t this just a fork? Just like the fork we use daily!
If paired with that dinner knife just now, you’ve got the complete set!
With things like this, shouldn’t there be dishes served now?
The knife and fork returned to Lette’s hands, and from this day forth, the knife and fork of the Flesh Sea God would be the new sacrificial artifacts for the Sea Clan!
At the sa ti, the divine position of the Flesh Sea God was successfully condensed.
Besides the Sea God’s divinity, there was also a chaotic array of divinities like immortality, devour, and fertility in this divine position.
One cannot help but say, this Sea God is definitely the least compatible amongst the Sea Gods across generations.
But just like Lette told Afra, the position of Sea God shouldn’t be occupied by soone too clever or capable.
It’s practically a huge granary, a newly captured oil well!
The God of Flesh is rooted and pure, with no private interests and certainly no ambitions.
It’s utterly loyal because it doesn’t understand what betrayal is.
Its spiritual sense is not high, but as long as it sits here, it can continuously tribute the power of faith from the Sea Clan to the two goddesses.
Moreover, there is no worry about withholding any power of faith, making it the perfect inept laborer.
"The Sea God or whatever, it’s just a temporary placeholder."
Lette pondered, then turned to look at the Eldest Prince and the Sea Emperor, offering a benevolent smile.
"Do your best efforts, if one day you manage to ascend to the divine position.
I might consider returning the divine position of the Sea God to you.
But during this period, I hope you will cooperate well, don’t be indecisive, and certainly don’t bite the hand that feeds you.
Work on increasing your strength, that’s the best you can do."
Lette waved his hand, and the proliferating flesh rapidly contracted, finally morphing into a fist-sized red atball, which burrowed into Lette’s palm.
The terrifying oppressive atmosphere vanished instantly, and the Sea Clan mbers felt as if receiving great amnesty.
Especially the Sea Emperor, who had the fortune to witness the original Sea God during his childhood. The oppression from back then seed far less compared to now.
"Alright, your Imperial Palace is gone, rebuild it properly. I’m taking Gretel away for so ti; she is safe with , so you don’t have to worry."
Having said that, Lette turned his head and headed towards the direction of Harbor City.
Having achieved his goal, there was naturally no need to stay longer.
Yet because he left so decisively, leaving no room for hesitation, it left the Sea Emperor Clan present in a confused stupor.
They didn’t know whether they should cry or laugh.
Lette, traveling rapidly like the wind, quickly returned to Harbor City.
And as he ca ashore, a group of hall masters from the Flesh Church rushed over.
With hearts full of sorrow and the sa amount of confusion, they all directed it at Lette.
As it turns out, just recently, when the Blood Flesh Evil God beca the Flesh Sea God.
The originally Flesh Believers found themselves feeling peculiar.
They beca incredibly eager for the sea, longing to swim freely in it.
Most importantly, their swimming abilities beca outstandingly good, entering the sea was as comfortable and free as going ho, making them reluctant to leave.
Lette laughed heartily after hearing this, patting the shoulders of the hall masters.
"Rest assured, there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re the best.
As for why, it’s entirely because our Flesh God Sect is about to launch a brand-new, comprehensive exercise program.
Swimming fitness!
Swimming, be it for sculpting or weight loss, its efficiency is far above general exercise!
You need to seize this opportunity, continue to exercise well, and also assist other believers, recruit more followers.
Co, say it with .
Hello, would you like to learn about swimming fitness?"
The hall masters scratched their heads, looked at each other.
Though they couldn’t articulate why, sothing seed off.
Yet, even if it felt off, they didn’t dare to question Lette, so they could only do as he said.
After dispersing the Flesh God Sect believers who had gathered, Lette walked back to his general store.
Perhaps due to fatigue and shock, Unica, Gretel, and Emily returned to their boudoirs to sleep soundly.
Only Alice and Lilith were diligently working.
Lilith was about to complete her digestion of the Power of Profanation, and Alice was continuously familiarizing herself with the Fairy Tale Elent Subspace.
A young girl doing such tedious work, Lette felt a pang of sympathy.
He ca into the courtyard and softly called, "Pinocchio?"
"I’m here!"
The Liar Demon hastily rushed over, standing upright in front of Lette.
"Boss! What are your orders?"
"Not so much an order, I want to talk to you about a promotion and a raise."
Upon hearing this, Pinocchio didn’t imdiately react, but when he realized the pie seemingly falling from the sky, he found it a bit unbelievable.
"Don’t look at like that! I’m sincere."
Lette circled around Pinocchio: "You’ve already completely broken the seal now, and your strength has returned to half of its peak.
Such strong power still being here as an idle personnel is clearly a waste of human resources.
What’s most valuable in today’s world?
Talent!
I cannot bear to see you wasting your youth, so I decided to give you a platform to showcase your abilities!"
The Liar Demon continued to look wary: "Then, boss, what do you intend to promote to?"
"A big position!"
Lette smiled sinisterly: "You see, the Fairy Tale Elent Subspace has just been established, currently, it’s leaderless.
Soone must guide it towards glory.
I find you to be uniquely talented, highly suitable.
I wonder if you are interested in the position of the Master of Fairy Tales?"
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