Chapter 38

Merlin Rouge served as treasurer for the Golden Hand Clan. Today, they managed to level up the guild and build a new floor in their fortress. Preparing for the looming war was no easy task—nothing but expenses. Even divine favor had stopped being a joy; things were getting harder by the day.

In eight months, the clan had taken 20 million players under its wing—no small feat in Chrysalis, a game with 38 billion active players. They had already formed two war alliances, constantly training their combat division. Trade unions were established to boost crafters and strengthen the region’s economy. The city had even installed a permanent portal.

"Why stress yourself out? Take a break—travel the country with your daughter. Let her work while you relax!" Leon, currently in his humanoid avatar form, smirked.

"You know how it is. Let her grind her 'holiness' solo. By the way, did you put a group together for her?"

"Yeah, done. Soon, they’ll all spread the word of faith together. Still a long way to the goal, but at least she can help us for now. Reaching the thousandth level isn’t simple—it’s a grind that’ll take months."

After a glass of fine wine, both returned to work. Oh, brave new world of ambition and discovery. Leon dreamed of becoming more than just a god—and made it the clan’s ultimate purpose. But only the initiated knew.