Green Monster Epic

Kehan had been transferred to this unknown organization for more than a month. His superior had only contacted him individually three times to assign him tasks, and had not appeared before Kehan since.

Even now, Kehan wasn't clear about the purpose of his current mission.

But he didn't feel bored or depressed because of this. Instead, he diligently carried out the tasks assigned by his superior, spreading words of praise among the tribes.

"Next, your mission will be adjusted. Here is a plan. You must memorize it now. You cannot leave this room until you have memorized it. At the same time, not even a scrap of paper from this plan is allowed to be taken out. After you leave, you are not allowed to reveal even a single word from the plan!!"

The bronze-masked Great Earth Spirit conveyed the next step of the mission to Kehan in a solemn and authoritative tone.

After carefully listening to his superior's instructions, Kehan didn't offer any rebuttal or ask any questions. He picked up the thin document on the table in front of him and began to read it silently.

"'Food God Adoration Society'?..."

While silently memorizing the common words on the document, Kehan's brain couldn't help but start working, especially curious about this unfamiliar term.

"Develop followers who support and believe in the Food God, and lead them to pray and praise the Food God according to the content in the 'Food God's Sayings'…"

"For the followers who are developed, continuously instill the great image of the Food God to ensure their piety. At the same time, the act of preaching must be carried out secretly, and absolutely must not…"

"If the preaching action is noticed and the executor is targeted, even the enforcement agency of the Green Field Tribe must not reveal any details of the Adoration Society…"

"When necessary, the executor needs to end their own life…"

For a mid-to-low-level figure like Kehan, although he roughly understood the specific operation method, he didn't really understand the deep layout and reasons behind it.

But Kehan had one good trait, which was absolute loyalty to the tribe, and the same was true for Chieftain Allen, this idol he had hardly ever seen. That's why he was chosen to enter this unknown organization.

Kehan was clear about one thing: this matter would definitely help the great leader, and that was enough.

In the Green Field Tribe, if anyone dared to ask such a stupid question as who the Food God was, what awaited them was likely a gang beating from the Green Field's irritable Earth Spirit warriors.

In everyone's mind, the great Chieftain Allen himself was the incarnation of the Food God. Previously, he had constantly spread various words of praise for the 'Food God' in the tribe, secretly releasing information about the 'Food God's' cooking skills that were comparable to art, and the effect of the dishes being almost able to bring the dead back to life, etc. Although he didn't know exactly why he had to single out the image of the 'Food God', Kehan knew that it would not harm the great Chieftain.

Now, the task at hand was to secretly promote the 'Food God' among the tribe, and win over everyone to believe in the Chieftain's other identity as if they were believing in a true god. For the loyal Kehan, this didn't pose any psychological barrier.

If the tribesmen were devout to the Chieftain, they would naturally remain loyal to the tribe. In this era where life was getting better and better, but people's hearts were becoming more and more impetuous, Kehan suddenly felt that he seemed to understand why the Chieftain was doing this.

Soon, Kehan memorized the entire plan on how to secretly spread the faith of the Food God and build the 'Food God Adoration Society'. At the same time, his brain was also spinning rapidly, identifying which Earth Spirits around him were the most suitable and easiest to be moved.

"By the way, you also need to go to a place to learn how to develop believers. Keeping them pious is not an easy task, and you still lack the skills and eloquence."

"I'll give you a day to handle your own affairs. Then, according to the address on this, someone will meet you and arrange everything."

"Understood!"

Kehan nodded solemnly, answering with a firm voice.

Allen was very grateful that he had a reference object, which allowed him to avoid many detours.

Managing a tribe and building a belief force from scratch, although there are similarities between the two, there are also many completely different methods.

Managing a tribe only requires sufficient military strength to gain a group of followers who chase the shadow of the strong; but to establish a belief, you need to use words and actions to convince the other party, so that the virtual image you have established generates emotions such as attachment and worship from the bottom of their hearts.

The difficulty between the two is not at the same level, and for the wilderness natives who are accustomed to doing things with force and action, the difficulty of moving people's hearts with words is really imaginable.

Fortunately, Allen took in the human unbeliever Eric in the first place. After the collapse of his faith, the other party single-handedly established the Tanting Society, an unbeliever group. Although it was completely opposite to the faith force that Allen wanted to create, its logic and methods were the same.

Allen had not suppressed Eric and his companions' preaching, but he had also sent people to secretly monitor the other party's belief system from scratch to establish the Tanting Society, as well as their charter system, etc. After all, preaching and forming an influential force in his own territory, it was impossible for Allen to completely let them act.

This became an important reference for Allen and Chief Military Advisor Figlas to discuss and take the first step, allowing them to quickly have a preliminary plan.

"I have to say, you came up with the craft of cooking, which laid a good foundation for you!!"

Figlas was both surprised and somewhat jealous and envious, watching the image of the 'Food God' gradually transform from an epithet that originally only praised Allen's cooking skills into a virtual but seemingly real deity under the promotion of the two of them.

In addition to the 'Food God Adoration Society', there was actually another group of people who specialized in promoting the image of the 'Food God' among chefs.

Compared to Kehan and the others who were preaching to ordinary Earth Spirits, the progress of promoting the 'Food God' to chefs was actually faster, and the proportion of devout believers was extremely high.

The only pity was that the number of chefs in this emerging profession was still too small. Otherwise, the nobles of the human kingdoms and orc empires would not have sent people to Green Lake Town at high prices to invite excellent chefs to their places to make delicacies for themselves.

If you want to embark on the road to becoming a god, then when you ignite the divine fire, the more power of faith provided by believers, the higher the chance of success.

Of course, there is also the influence of quality. The power of faith provided by a hundred shallow believers is not even as good as the power of faith provided by one devout believer.

In any case, it was a step-by-step exploration. Furthermore, due to internal concerns, the team led by Cohanz was considered a smokescreen in Allen's plans when developing ordinary goblins. Although they praised the 'God of Food,' there were no explicit demands for faith, and so on. If Cohanz and his team were exposed, leading to inquiries and pressure from the temple, Allen would not hesitate to sever ties with them, and would not rule out eliminating Cohanz and his team entirely.

Although he had decided to try establishing a faith, Allen still maintained a clear-headed rationality, understanding the vast difference in strength between his tribe and the temple. For the sake of the tribe's future, Allen would not make a desperate decision unless absolutely necessary.

"Not bad."

Allen was not complacent. Since delegating tribal power to the leaders of the two cities, this was the first time in over a hundred years that he had personally commanded hundreds of goblins in a secret and highly clandestine operation.

For the sake of secrecy, the members Allen selected were divided into two groups, which were unrelated to each other and unaware of each other's existence.

Moreover, within the core five-member team of each group, everyone wore different masks when meeting each other, using substitute names to address each other, and using equipment alchemized to conceal their aura…

Such an organizational structure was almost on par with the Assassin's Guild Allen had joined, or rather, it was a knock-off organization modeled after the Assassin's Guild.

Perfunctorily dealing with Figlas, Allen concentrated on a thick notebook made of parchment, holding a pen but hesitating to write.

There was a very awkward reality facing Allen: he, the originator, had to praise the greatness, beauty, and power of a virtual image based on himself. Before, with great difficulty, Allen had squeezed out a 'Sayings of the God of Food,' which contained things like 'All things in the world are edible,' 'Cooking is an art,' and so on, which Allen himself found quite cheesy.

Now, to describe the power of the 'God of Food' and attribute all kinds of flattering words to himself, was something Allen, with his extremely rational and un-narcissistic personality, found unspeakably uncomfortable.

According to Figlas's idea, he should directly copy the praises of other deities, describing the 'God of Food' as an omniscient, omnipotent, and all-perfect being, since everyone else was doing it that way.

However, this was rejected by Allen. Since he had decided to secretly promote faith, the concept of the 'God of Food' should not be portrayed as a deity from the beginning, so that even if the temple found out, it would not produce more associations.

Therefore, in Allen's view, the existing image of the 'God of Food' should be used as a basis, making him more concrete and realistic, which might leave a deeper impression in the hearts of the lower-level tribesmen and combine with his actual prestige.

The various stories and legends about himself that Allen had once scoffed at now seemed like a stroke of genius to Allen. Although many of the stories were completely fabricated and Allen had never done them, the inherent interest and twists and turns of the stories made them very popular among the tribesmen.

By now, the goblins of the entire Green Field Tribe had basically grown up listening to Allen's various stories, which made many goblins regard Allen as their idol and pursuit target from a young age.

"I think we should combine the image of the God of Food and fabricate more interesting stories to spread in the tribe."

Allen put down his pen, finally giving up the idea of self-praise, and prepared to hand it over to professional talents after the organizational members were further expanded in the future.

"The problem is, if you do this, I'm afraid you won't see results for a while!"

Figlas narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a while, and said.

"I'm not in a hurry. Anyway, I think it will take more than ten years for me to fully advance to a demigod."

Allen raised his right hand, and the extraordinary Legendary Specialty began to change the structure of Allen's body in a unique way. Watching his furry hand, the skin and muscles gradually became transparent, and the blood vessels and bones inside were slowly revealed in front of him, the scene was very strange.

One hand quickly turned orange-red, although it was no longer transparent, it was not in a solid shape. As Allen clenched his fist and waved it forward gently, the space suddenly burst out with subtle cracking sounds, and tiny space cracks thinner than hairlines bloomed between his fists, which were then repaired by the laws of space.

Figlas looked enviously at the strength Allen displayed. Now, in his dragon form, it was not impossible to tear the space purely with physical strength, but he certainly couldn't be as calm and casual as Allen.

"…Anyway, it's your own business, you can handle it yourself."

Figlas was not in a hurry. What he enjoyed was helping Allen embark on the road to becoming a god. As long as he thought that a new god was ascending to the throne with his help, Figlas would naturally have a lot of face after returning to the Dragon Realm.

The life of a dragon is too long. If you don't find something interesting to pass the time and leave some memories, you will get mental illness.

Anyway, he has already passed the life-threatening danger once every three thousand years, and he is not afraid of wasting decades by Allen's side, at most he will sleep less.

Allen put away the parchment notebook, which actually didn't have many words written on it, turned and left the cave in the Western Mansha Mountains, and headed towards Green Lake Town in the east.

Figlas walked out of the cave and swept his big hand towards a boulder beside the cave. With a roar, the cave was tightly blocked by a boulder more than three meters long and wide, and Figlas's figure followed Allen closely, heading towards Green Lake Town.

The new stories about the 'God of Food' soon began to spread in the tribe, causing many young and juvenile goblins in the tribe to be particularly excited. Finally, there were new and good-sounding stories to update, satisfying everyone's curiosity about the various things their idol had experienced.

One story after another spread out, although novel, there was nothing too mysterious about them. Just like the inspirational history of an idol that everyone yearns for, Allen, as the God of Food, adventured in various places, looking for various strange ingredients, experiencing various sudden dangers, showing his majestic posture, outstanding wisdom…

No one cared whether Allen, the God of Food, had really experienced these stories, and no one cared whether the dishes made by the God of Food were really full of various magical effects that could move people to tears and bring the dead back to life…

Regarding the 'God of Food,' there has been too much foreshadowing. It seems that foreshadowing has already been done since preparing to give the protagonist a golden finger. But when it comes to this chapter, when preparing to transform the foreshadowing into actual motivation, I seem to not know how to write…

This chapter is very unsatisfactory!!