Chapter 1

"Children, the Great Lord of the Gray Fog, the King of Endless Tides, and the Master of the Seven Seas is watching us!"

"It's time to show our bravery and kill these heretics!"

On the broad shallow beach, Lin Xiao, who was about 1.78 meters tall, forcefully kicked up a circle of fine sand with his feet, gripped a wooden-handled bone knife in each hand, and leaped high into the air. In mid-air, he nimbly twisted his body to dodge a bone spear thrust, then fiercely stabbed the protruding eye of a lobster man in front of him. His superhuman strength deeply pierced the eye socket, cutting through the shell, and the lobster man's head was split open on the spot, with yellow and red brain tissue splattering everywhere, carried away by the rising tide into the sea.

Kicking the lobster man's corpse away, a strange cry came from behind him:

"The Lord of the Gray Fog above, kill these heretics!"

A large group of fishmen, about 1.2 meters tall, covered in small gray scales, brandished various fish spears and bone spears, and charged past him, howling as they rushed toward the remaining nine lobster men on the other end of the beach.

Compared to the fishmen, who were about the size of children, these lobster men were about 1.67 meters tall, covered in a thick layer of shell, making them overwhelmingly larger and more defensive.

Unfortunately, their numbers were too few. With seventy to eighty gray-scaled fishmen swarming them, even ants could kill an elephant.

Lin Xiao didn't idle. After catching his breath, he quickly followed, accelerating a few steps and rushing to one of the surrounding circles, shouting:

"Move aside!"

A few gray-scaled fishmen moved apart in unison, and Lin Xiao, using the momentum of his leap, pounced forward, stabbing through the lobster man's hard shell and quickly retreating. The surrounding gray-scaled fishmen quickly closed in.

Without pausing to catch his breath, Lin Xiao rushed to another lobster man, mid-stride, and threw his bone knife, hitting another lobster man being attacked, saving a fishman who was almost impaled.

But the injured lobster man went berserk, wildly thrusting his spear, and managed to hit a gray-scaled fishman in the head, the bone piercing over ten centimeters into the skull.

"Damn! Another one dead."

Lin Xiao cursed inwardly, feeling helpless about the pitiful combat ability of his followers.

But despite his frustration, he mustered his strength and charged forward, using his superior combat skills and techniques to kill two more lobster men, wound two, and intervene seven times. It took him a full half hour to kill the remaining lobster men, at the cost of six deaths and eight injuries.

When the last lobster man was killed, the gray-scaled fishmen cheered and pounced on the lobster men's corpses. One impatient fishman grabbed a severed lobster man's arm and tried to bite it, but Lin Xiao punched him, sending him flying into the sand.

Ignoring the fishman, Lin Xiao picked up a lobster man's corpse, raised it high, and roared to the sky:

"The Great Lord of the Gray Fog has granted us the strength to defeat our enemies. Tonight, we will offer these spoils to the Great Lord of the Gray Fog!"

Immediately, the gray-scaled fishmen responded, shouting:

"The Lord of the Gray Fog above!"

This was the leader, the most devout among all the followers.

After saying this, Lin Xiao dragged the lobster man's corpse to the other end of the beach, and as he walked, he silently thought:

"Open the panel."

Immediately, a screen only he could see appeared before his eyes, displaying a series of data.

Divine Interface:

Username: Lin Xiao (Citizen ID: txwd542154895147)

True Name: Cyborex Meyer

Divine Name: Lord of the Gray Fog, King of Endless Tides, Master of the Seven Seas

Divinity: None

Divine Rank: None

Divinity: 1

Divine Flame: Unlit

Divine Power: 1

Divine Extraordinary Power: Tide Summoning

Divine Realm: Sea of Gray Fog

Cult: Fishman Ancestor God

Followers: Gray-scaled Fishmen

Occupation: None

Faith Points: 14,425 points

"Not bad!"

Lin Xiao's gaze skipped over the first few lines and focused on the faith points at the bottom. Compared to the previous 14,347 points, it had increased by about seventy to eighty points.

Then, with a thought, he focused on the cult interface, and a second screen appeared.

Cult Interface:

Cult: Fishman Ancestor God

Holy Emblem: Fishman with a spear surrounded by seawater

Faith: Ancestor Worship (Primitive Religion)

Chosen: Not selected (Requires 10 divine power points)

Divine Spells: Level 1 Underwater Breathing, Level 1 Water Acceleration, Level 1 Seawater Essence

Priest: Not selected

Followers: 1 Fanatic, 14 Devout, 33 True, 59 General

"Two more True believers, not bad."

Lin Xiao smacked his lips and then looked at the racial interface:

Racial Interface

Race: Gray-scaled Fishmen

Category: Sub-human

Level: Low Race

Occupation: None

Talent: Underwater Breathing

Skills: None

Specialties: Basic Swimming

Constitution: 0.6 (Adult human: 1 point)

Strength: 0.5 (An eighty-year-old man's burst of strength might surpass you)

Agility: 0.4/1.1 (Land/Water)

Spirit: 0.4 (Even with genetic mutation, impossible to become a spellcaster)

Evaluation: Extremely weak aquatic race

The racial interface wasn't very interesting; Lin Xiao had seen it countless times, and it hadn't changed in years. However, there was a pleasant surprise in the unit statistics interface. Out of 107 gray-scaled fishmen, two had a yellow plus sign, indicating they had accumulated enough combat experience to level up.

He immediately focused his consciousness on these two fishmen, and in his eyes, two fishmen were surrounded by a faint glow, distinguishing them from the others.

"I'll promote them when we get back!"

Lin Xiao felt much better, as the gloom from the seven deaths of his followers had lifted.

Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by heaven. For such a weak race, deaths in battle are commonplace. From being overly cautious and afraid of losing them to becoming accustomed to it, Lin Xiao only took half a year.

At the end of the beach, less than a kilometer from the battlefield, there was a fishman tribe. The gray-scaled fishmen crushed shells and mixed them with sea sand and the remains of fish, building houses with a structure of sea sand.

Of course, this wasn't the fishmen's idea; with their limited brain capacity, they couldn't have thought of it. This was, of course, the idea of the wise, brave, and handsome Lord of the Gray Fog, Lin Xiao, who imparted it to them in the name of a god.

Returning to the tribe, the dozen or so elderly and disabled fishmen who stayed behind joyfully welcomed the spoils and carried them back to the tribe. That night, under Lin Xiao's leadership, a grand sacrifice ceremony was held.

"Great Lord of the Gray Fog, King of Endless Tides, Master of the Seven Seas."

"Creator of all things in the world, the Supreme One, the Spreader of Civilization."

"Creator and Ancestor of the gray-scaled fishmen."

Even though he had recited it many times, Lin Xiao still felt a bit embarrassed.

But thinking of the importance of his followers' faith, he bit his lip and continued, enduring the embarrassment:

"Great One who protects us and allows us to survive and thrive."

"Cyborex Meyer."

"We offer our sacrifices and our devout faith here."

At this point, Lin Xiao's voice suddenly grew louder, and he prayed in a voice that ordinary fishmen couldn't produce:

"Great Lord of the Gray Fog above, please accept the sacrifices and grant our brave warriors greater strength!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a lobster man's corpse and threw it onto the altar. A dozen or so stronger fishmen warriors carried the corpse to the altar, and Lin Xiao picked up a bone staff, his face filled with fervor as he performed a self-created Maori war dance.

Influenced by him, the gray-scaled fishmen around the altar also began to dance the familiar war dance.

At this moment, the fishman leader, who had been dancing with fervor, suddenly paused and returned to his normal state. Unnoticed by anyone, a beam of golden light containing mysterious energy shot up into the sky, forming a golden human-shaped shadow above the tribe, resembling a handsome human youth.

The golden shadow was surrounded by a layer of mysterious energy, making it blurry and indistinct.

Lin Xiao's gaze swept around, and he could see through his five-kilometer-long, 3.5-kilometer-wide, and one-kilometer-high divine realm. The vast divine realm was silent at night, with only the gray-scaled fishman tribe having a few lights and sounds.

This small tribe of over a hundred was all of Lin Xiao's followers, with a total of twelve level 1 fishman warriors and ninety-five level 0 fishmen.

Yes, and there was also him, the Lord of the Gray Fog, personally acting as the tribe leader, a powerful fishman about 1.78 meters tall, a giant in the eyes of other gray-scaled fishmen.

"Open the racial interface!"

The familiar screen appeared, and Lin Xiao found the unit statistics interface, locating the two level 0 gray-scaled fishmen with yellow plus signs. He extended his finger, which emitted a faint golden light, and tapped it. Two hundred faith points disappeared, and the two level 0 gray-scaled fishmen were promoted to level 1 gray-scaled warriors.

In reality, two beams of golden light shot out from the holy emblem on the altar, hitting two fishmen who were cheering around the altar. In the next second, the two gray-scaled fishmen let out a roar, and their bodies visibly grew larger.

In less than ten seconds, the two fishmen grew from 1.2 meters to between 1.2 and 1.3 meters, standing a head taller than their peers and becoming stronger. Their scales also darkened, providing better defense.

After a brief moment of shock, the two newly promoted fishmen warriors immediately knelt before the holy emblem on the altar, representing the Lord of the Gray Fog, and began to praise fervently.

In the sky, Lin Xiao filtered out the praise he had heard countless times and was now tired of. His focus was on the faith lines in his mind representing these two fishmen, which had thickened, changing from True believers to Devout believers, increasing the faith points they provided from 0.2 points per day to 1 point, a fivefold increase.

Additionally, witnessing their peers being granted power and promoted by the Lord of the Gray Fog, fifteen more True believers and three additional Devout believers were born.

As a result, the number of Devout believers in Lin Xiao's followers increased to nineteen, and the number of True believers increased to forty-three, providing more faith points each day.

This was why he didn't promote them immediately but waited until the sacrifice ceremony. What better way to enhance the faith of his followers than to personally display a divine miracle?

Although it wasn't a true miracle, just a regular promotion, as a professional player in the god game, this kind of operation had become second nature.

Satisfied, Lin Xiao closed the panel and took one last look at his divine realm. With a thought, he transformed into a beam of golden light and disappeared into the sky.