Chapter 184 Slave God
gods.

The products of some remote planets (relative to human territory), especially those in the ignorant age, those planets themselves have unique structures, or "star treasures".

It's just that this star treasure was divided into hundreds and thousands of parts in the distant past before it was formed, and became a "godhood".

Obtained by the lives condensed by the faith of each person, the lifespan of these lives can even exceed ten thousand years - similar to Saint Alice, or the inferior existence of Saint Alice.

Some of the gods that have been captured are even more than a million years old. It is precisely for this reason that each large force has its own religion, using this original religion to gather as many beliefs as possible within its own country.

And to study the higher level application of faith.

Of course, even so, they would not reject the existence of the Church of Heaven within their sphere of influence.

After all, the Heavenly Kingdom Church is almost the only point of connection between Heaven and the outside world. If this point is also rejected, will God still maintain his current high and mighty position?
Even if the gods themselves do not take action, what about the billions of angels belonging to the Saint?
These people can still understand the technological content of [God's Kingdom]. [God's Kingdom] is not like it has never taken action before.

The universe is so big and there are so many humans, so there will more or less be some people who have encountered the [Kingdom of God] but whose brains are not very good, or they are ignorant people who don’t know what the [Kingdom of God] means, or they are simply mentally ill.

But no matter what, it is the existence of these people that allows the [Kingdom of God] to repeatedly demonstrate its power and display weapons and equipment that are generally more advanced than those of the overlord-level forces.

All of this is exactly why the Heavenly Kingdom Church exists.

It’s just that it can’t be done openly, it will still come secretly.

They gather beliefs and utilize beliefs. For these people, an indigenous god from a remote area is an excellent research material. After the research is thorough, they erase the memory of the god being studied, restore the arrogance he once had, and then sell him as a slave.

——After all, technology is so advanced that people who buy slaves mainly look at a slave’s character and identity.

Although these slaves may be asked to do some work after being bought back, the main purpose of these jobs is not the work itself but a kind of "training".

After all, if there is a job that really needs human labor to complete, wouldn’t it be better to buy a robot?
Whether it is the heavenly version of a robot without intelligence or a real robot that has been born with intelligence, either type can complete various tasks better, and the price is generally cheaper than slaves.

In this case, isn't the work that slaves have to do just for 'fun'?
Because of this, a god who maintains his pride is far more valuable than a servile god. The former can be trained slowly by himself, while the latter is not much different from a robot.

Although you can set a robot's personality, no matter how much you simulate it, it's not as interesting as having the real person in front of you.

Even the sale of a god often comes with the "story" of the god's past, what the god did when ruling the people under his command, and how the people respect their god.

Because this is interesting and this is worth training.

The gods who used to be high and mighty are now being sold and trained at will, which gives people a sense of pleasure.

"Stop it!"

"No, you can't, you can't do this!!"

"How dare a mere mortal, a mere human being, treat a naturally noble god like this?"

"You are a bunch of lowly things. I am a god! The god of the earth, the god of the harvest. You lowly people, ants, can't treat me like this - you can't!!!"

"Don't think I will give in. You are just a human. You are just a human!!"

The sound gradually became sharper and more pleasant.

Olivia knew what was happening outside. This was not the first time she had heard such sounds and similar shouts.

Perhaps the god himself did not notice it, but the civilization and language of the planet where he originally lived were obviously different from the current universal language of the universe. He may not have noticed when he learned this language.

——When being studied.

The gods that came here have lost their research value. Some of them were bought directly by people who liked them, and some, like the God of Earth outside, had clear memories, returning their memories to the time when they were just captured, and then underwent some transformations.

That should be the case outside.

God himself has no gender.

But now, listen to the shouting outside, that girlish voice that gives people a pleasant feeling even though it is a scream: this genderless god, a god who has lost his research value, will be transformed into a female and sold as a high-level slave.

Olicia's body trembled slightly as she listened to the sound outside: the sound was too loud, she wanted to cover her ears to reduce the sound but she couldn't do it because this was not allowed.

She could only pray in her heart that the screaming outside would end soon, and that the arrogant god would lower his head and face reality.

At the same time, she hoped that her performance tomorrow would satisfy her "master" and that she would be assigned a quiet, soundproof room.

But this is obviously wishful thinking.

Because what the buyers need is a proud god, the slave traders outside now, apart from determining the gender of this genderless god, will at most curse and belittle him, but they will not physically do anything.

After all, if customers' needs are not met well, these slave traders may be replaced.

Screams and curses continued to be heard, as if they would never stop.

It had already darkened. In the past, this was Olicia's rest time, but today it was obvious that she had to endure some "punishment" and it was difficult for her to rest quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, just when Olicia was feeling dizzy from a headache, the door of the room was opened.

"Go in, this is the room you'll be in next time, number 361."

"I'm not No. 361. I'm a god. You should call me the God of the Earth, or my honorific name is Alaya!" "Go in!" The person in charge of discipline said unceremoniously: "Want to take back your name? No problem, but the prerequisite is that you have to complete our teachings and become a qualified slave. Only such slaves are qualified to have names."

"Take Olicia for example." The administrator pointed at Olicia who sat up from the 'bed' and said, "Only people like her are qualified to have their own names. Now your name can only be a number!"

"It can only be numbers!"

When Olivia heard this, she felt satisfied and happy. Yes, she was a qualified and obedient slave. That was why she had her own name, which was a reward from her master.

She actually felt a little proud thinking about it, looking at the little Loli who was pushed in. She was no more than 1.5 meters tall and had black hair tied into two ponytails. She straightened her sizable chest - although she actually just opened her lifeless eyes and looked over, and couldn't actually see what kind of image this so-called god was given.

"What are you proud of?" Alaya, the god of the earth and the god of harvest, gritted his teeth and looked at Olicia: "You obviously have a powerful bloodline, and your strength is countless times stronger than that of the mortal in front of me. Now you are proud of his words?"

"? Why aren't you proud?" Olicia looked at the administrator, who was responsible for training her master. Even if she couldn't see, she would use this kind of 'eyes' to look and pray. This was the result of past training.

"Hmm." With a light hum, the master conveyed his permission.

After being recognized, he replied: "We are born to be slaves, born to serve those noble people. This is our meaning and our value."

"You are the one who is wondering why you have to go against your identity? Go against your instincts?"

"You, you. You————" Alaya looked at Olicia in disbelief, the girl with red hair and a pair of dragon horns. Although her divine nature had been taken away, she was still a god and was knowledgeable. She could feel how much powerful power was contained in that seemingly weak body.

His strength was definitely not weaker than his peak period. Even if it was difficult for him to escape, he would definitely not be tied up by those rough chains and ropes like he was now.

She was sure that the collar and chain around Olicia's neck were just ordinary stuff without much power and probably not very strong, but they managed to bind Olicia successfully.

Even though she had never practiced Qigong, nor learned how to use the power of her bloodline, her naturally powerful bloodline - the genes of perfect humans, the genes of the elves' royal family, and the genes of the dragon king - the combination of the three gave her natural powerful strength.

And all this is bound by a mere chain?
Alaya looked at the collar on Olicia's neck, and then touched the silver-white collar on her own neck. The two were obviously completely different. Even though her strength was suppressed in it, and her body was no stronger than that of an ordinary little girl, she was still unwilling to surrender.

At this time, she was extremely angry and dissatisfied when she saw Olicia, who clearly had the power but was unwilling to use it and was only willing to be a slave.

"Hey, you have to get used to it, No. 361. Sooner or later you will become like her now." The administrator smiled and said, "No, because your disrespect now will get you more [training] than her in the future. If you can maintain a mentality like him in the future instead of completely losing yourself, you should thank God."

"I am not thanking indigenous gods like you, but thanking the gods of our Universal Group and the gods of heaven."

"Now just stay here and be quiet. You'll be in trouble tomorrow!"

Alaya stopped talking and just stared at the administrator in front of her. After he closed the door and left, she was still staring at the door. After a while, she put her hand on the collar around her neck and tried several times to pry it open.

But she just couldn't do it. Every time she tried to exert force, she felt sore all over. No matter how strong she had been in the past, she just couldn't exert any strength at this moment.

"Come and help me break this off." Alaya said to Olicia, "I know you definitely have the power!"

"I'm going to sleep." Olicia lay on the bed, exhaled lightly and closed her eyes. She didn't want to do anything that would make her master unhappy.

"I ask you to break off this collar of mine!"

Olicia frowned when she heard the voice that had risen several pitches, but she still didn't speak, and she didn't even open her eyes.

"I command you in the name of God!"

Still not speaking, she just wanted to sleep and rest. At the same time, she was thinking in her mind if she had done anything wrong during the day, or if she had done anything to displease her master.
Otherwise, why would he let himself live in this room with extremely poor sound insulation, and deliberately bring this so-called god here today, making a lot of noise outside when he should have been resting, and even sending her to this room to live with him.

This must have happened because I did something wrong in the past. It must be my fault.

"waste."

Alaya looked at the silent Olicia and wanted to clench her fists, but she felt a force just by this action. She put her hands in front of herself and slowly clenched them, but even when she clenched her fists to the limit, she could still insert a finger in the middle, and she couldn't clench any further.

The more she wanted to hold on tighter, the weaker she felt, and she could feel her own incompleteness. She felt as if she had forgotten something and lost something.

It was not the godhood. She knew that she had lost the godhood and she remembered how she lost it.

It was those so-called "aliens" who used a strange instrument to dig it out from her brain - although she didn't have a brain or a specific form at that time, she still formed a body similar to that of humans like she does now.

But no matter what, she won't give up.

The god who has ruled the earth for hundreds of thousands of years does not allow herself to bow to those humans. She has no fear of those humans in her heart, only intense hatred!

She wants to take back her power and kill all those inferior creatures!
From this universe——

boom----!
A violent explosion suddenly interrupted Araya's thoughts: "? What happened?"

Olicia was also a little confused. The violent explosion made her brain buzz instantly, and her vision, which was already blind, became darker in an instant: "What on earth happened?"

Tear————

At this moment, the room was torn apart in an instant, and a blonde girl over two meters tall stood on the torn ruins: "Are you okay? I'm here to save you."

Alaya was stunned at first, then she was delighted. Could it be that she could escape from here?
Then the next moment, a red figure flashed before her eyes. It was Olicia!
The red-haired girl, who was nearly 1.8 meters tall, with her shamefully large breasts, passed by Alaya in an instant and punched the blonde girl: "I won't let you take me away from my master!!"

(End of this chapter)