From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 366: Religion Is Ultimately the Happiness of Ordinary People

If the carnival in Mexico City was the nation's loudest outcry against the cancer of drugs, a message that resonated with people across the entire country...

Then while the Drug Traffickers mourned as if at a funeral, and the anti-narcotics police felt they had found ultimate redemption, none of this had much to do with the residents living around Ciudad Juárez.

This was because the farmers in the northern regions had been ordered to clear their fields of all toxic plants and replant them with grains and cash crops.

The man in charge of this operation was Alex. Since the God of Rain was, to some extent, also a deity of harvest and abundance, this task fell perfectly within his domain.

However, unlike Jaron, who was busy making grandiose speeches in Mexico City, Alex's brows remained tightly furrowed.

"Respected Mr. Alex, I am the owner of this farm! My name is Carlos." A man with the high bridge of a European nose, but the skin and eyes of an Indigenous person, stepped up to him.

The vast majority of the people on this land were Mixed-Blood. They had formed a very distinct demographic known as Latin Americans. Now, however, they all proudly called themselves descendants of the Maya, Aztecs, or Incas.

After all, calling themselves White People brought no one to their defense and only invited discrimination. But by claiming to be Indigenous People, they had the backing of the American Gods—deities powerful enough to make the entire world bow its head!

Having someone powerful watching their backs was a feeling the people of this land were experiencing for the first time in centuries.

It brought a sudden sense of confidence and happiness, an indescribable emotion.For the ordinary Populace, this translated into a terrifyingly intense reverence for the Transcendent Beings that belonged to their own race.

"Hello, Mr. Carlos!" Alex said. He took the initiative to shake the man's hand and pulled him into a warm embrace. "It is a pleasure to meet you, my brother!"

This was the traditional greeting of the Tribe. Carlos stood there, slightly stunned, and it took him a long moment to recover.

He looked at Alex, deeply moved. "Is... is this how the Tribe communicates?"

"Yes, this is the way of the Tribe! Every Follower of the Gods should be treated as a brother. We have faith in the Gods, we are The Faithful of the Gods, we are the life of the Fifth Sun Era, and we are the legacy left behind by the Gods!"

Alex declared with absolute unwavering conviction.

After saying this, he turned his gaze to the fields before them. This land had not originally belonged to Carlos; it was once the territory of the drug lords. But now, it belonged to this man.

"All the land on this continent belongs to the Gods! This is divine land, which means it cannot be bought, transferred, or sold. You understand that, right?" Alex asked.

Carlos nodded eagerly. "Of course, the land of the Gods is a grace Bestowed upon us; it cannot be disposed of carelessly!"

This was the true focal point of their current reform, and the main reason Alex had come down to enforce it.

In truth, this plot of land had belonged to Carlos's family decades ago, only to be violently seized by the Drug Traffickers.

After reclaiming it, Evan's initial intention had been to return it to its original owners and redistribute it accordingly.

However, Alex disagreed. He knew all too well that if the land was distributed to private individuals, the only inevitable outcome would be the powerful Financial Conglomerates swooping in to plunder it, turning it into the property of massive capital.

The only certainty for ordinary people owning this land was that they would eventually lose it. That was the profit-driven nature of capital; that was asset consolidation!

Therefore, he straight-up copied an excellent strategy from elsewhere. Ideas like relying on The Church to supervise land distribution were useless. He chose a simple, brutal approach: telling everyone that these lands were forged by the divine. No one had the right to sell them, not even Divine Favored like themselves!

This way, absolutely no one could acquire these lands unless they could defeat the Gods in battle. It was a strategy that completely eradicated any future problems of land consolidation right at the root!

Those who first heard of this plan were astounded by its brilliance. Chief Carl immediately mandated its implementation across all the territories under their control.

Only by doing this could they stabilize the hearts of the people. It ensured that the land they Ruled, and the people living upon it, had their own solid Core Support.

And now, judging by Carlos's reaction, their actions were undeniably correct. Once these impoverished people received the means of production, overwhelming gratitude naturally followed!

"These men are from the grain merchants. They will provide you with seeds and farming tools!"

Standing beside Alex were representatives from the four major agricultural corporations. Since the grains and seeds of this nation were entirely monopolized by these four giants, anyone wanting to farm still had to negotiate with them.

However, these food titans—who controlled the crops in Brazil and had once collapsed the entire Economy of Argentina—were incredibly respectful in Alex's presence. They looked at Carlos and spoke in very gentle tones, "Mr. Carlos, we will provide you with seeds free of charge, along with fertilizers and agricultural tools at cost price. As long as you give the nod, these supplies will be delivered immediately!"

Hearing this, Carlos looked highly vigilant. "I know how you people operate. It's free at first, and then you start jacking up the fees later, right?"

These corporations had been running such schemes in Latin America for far too long—so long that even a humble farmer like Carlos had heard the horror stories.

They would seize the market with free offerings initially, and once they established a monopoly, they would aggressively raise prices to plunder the nation's resources.

The executives from these companies could only offer awkward smiles, for that was exactly what they had in mind. Even though they had come here to cooperate with these Indigenous People on planting crops, they had never once abandoned their ambitions for agricultural hegemony.

But Alex's next words caught them all off guard: "That will be impossible. In the future, we will enact Laws mandating a strict minimum and maximum price range for these goods, ensuring they align with the Economy of this region!"

"We are not the Mexican Government that bends to your every whim. If you have any objections, send your people to have a chat with Chief Carl!"

This single sentence left these corporations, which relied on agricultural supremacy to dominate the world, completely speechless.

It was true. Their plans for hegemony depended on state power. Previously, America could casually threaten Mexico, allowing these companies to firmly plant their roots here.

But now, that dynamic no longer existed. With the Gods backing them, would America still dare to threaten this nation?

Without the threat of national force, if they tried to pull their old tricks again, wouldn't they just be slaughtered by this nation that now possessed Transcendent power?

The various managers violently shuddered and quickly chimed in, "Of course not! We have an agreement with Mr. Alex. We will assist you in completing these tasks, and there will absolutely be no price hikes!"

What these people yielded to was the overwhelming power of the Transcendent Beings, the Fear brought about by that prior Slaughter. But this time, Alex hadn't just come to instill Fear.

He gently waved his hand. Behind him, the seeds loaded in the trucks suddenly flew out, carried by currents of water, and planted themselves directly into the soil before them.

Then, he looked up at the sky and began to pray:

"Tlaloc, you are the incarnation of the earth, the sovereign of the storms!

Please send down your sweet rain, using the poisonous weeds sacrificed upon this land as an offering!

Shower us with the rain of growth!

Let the Corn flourish across this land and return as the fruit of the divine!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the farmers and seed company representatives present witnessed a gentle drizzle falling from the sky. And within this nourishing rain, the seeds were instantly coaxed into life!

The seeds that had just been planted began to sprout, leaf out, and grow. Under everyone's astounded gazes, they steadily matured until they became heavy, ripe ears of Corn.

In that moment, everyone present finally understood the true significance of the God of Rain!

Tlaloc literally meant "He Who Comes from the Earth." He was originally one of the Deities of the earth and the most vital deity for agriculture. Furthermore, because he was a creator god, his authority was even weightier!

"Upon this land, no one should be plagued by hunger, nor should they be judged by food. The Children of the Gods can only be judged by the Gods themselves!"

As the crowd fell to their knees, Alex's words resonated with an even more Sacred weight. The managers of the seed companies came to a Sudden Realization: this was still a warning directed at them!

With the Deities' Bestowal, these people would never face the risk of starvation. This was a flawless display of absolute power!

Carlos and the other farmers, however, truly felt the greatness of the God of Rain. Their devout prayers were already echoing in Alex's ears, accompanied by eager questions.

"Respected Mr. Alex, may we build temples dedicated to His Crown Tlaloc right here in our fields?"

Alex smiled and nodded. "Of course. That has always been your freedom!"

Religion or Mythology, in the end, wasn't it inherently born for the sake of the Populace's happiness?

All the farmers smiled. They knelt on the soil, praying to the God of Rain, sending their heartfelt wishes far into the distance!

"Huh? Why has the integration of Wish Power from the American Mythology suddenly spiked so high?" Bai Yang, far away on Proxima Centauri, remarked in surprise.

He could feel the previously scattered Wish Power suddenly coalescing into a unified force!

Soon, he came to a Sudden Realization. 'That's right! Aside from War, aren't the Deities of South America primarily gods of agriculture? The final piece of the puzzle has been filled in. The sublimation of their Divine Faith has begun!'