Global Deities: My SSS-Rank Talent Lets Me Evolve Everything

Chapter 144: Human Hearts Are Never Hard to Control

Seeing the description of this building, even Yang Fan couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air.

An A-grade building actually cost 3,000,000 Divinity Points.

This price was simply too ridiculous; it was equivalent to a full three hundred Spiritual Veins!

Only at this moment did Yang Fan truly realize that the price fluctuations between buildings of the same grade could be so exaggerated.

But on second thought, it wasn’t incomprehensible.

This was an independent space of ten million square kilometers. If it could accommodate high-level believers, it would be almost equivalent to creating another Divine Kingdom.

Unfortunately, only low-level life forms could exist within it.

Otherwise, even if it cost three hundred million Divinity Points, Yang Fan would never have hesitated.

In comparison, the other A-grade building seemed much more “affordable.”

[A-grade Building—River of Hope, Price: 6,000 Divinity Points]

When Mortal believers immerse themselves in it, their Aptitude information will be automatically analyzed and reported.

Aptitude is divided into three grades: Purple, Blue, and Green.

Purple is superior, Blue is medium, and Green is inferior.

It can be used to screen the potential of believers for targeted cultivation and resource allocation.

Evaluation: It can help you see “talent,” but it cannot see whether a “human heart” is resilient. Aptitude is only a probability, not destiny. So-called “hope” is often just disappointment known in advance. The Aptitude measured by this building is only a probability and is not completely accurate.]

Seeing the introduction of the River of Hope, Yang Fan nodded with satisfaction.

This building’s function was significant. Even if it wasn’t precise, just a probability was enough.

After all, the population base of the Divine Kingdom was there. When the quantity becomes large enough, probability itself is equivalent to certainty.

As the number of believers skyrockets in the future, resource investment will eventually face shortages.

At that time, precise investment will be the only answer.

Believers with higher Aptitude naturally deserve more resource allocation; it can no longer be a one-size-fits-all approach.

After purchasing these two buildings, Yang San did not stop.

Divinity Points continued to flow into the Divine Shop like water from a burst dam, and what he got in return were items that were bizarre to the extreme.

“Corpse Flower, Rotting Bone Vine, Flesh-Eating Mycelium, Gaping Blood Lingzhi, Death-Breath Moss, Corpse Oil Fruit, Black-Veined Parasitic Vine…”

Just seeing these names made a slight chill run down Yang Fan’s back.

The unit price of these things wasn’t high, but Yang San’s purchase volume was ridiculously large!

As a god, Yang Fan could clearly perceive the situation.

In just a few breaths, the land within the Extra-dimensional Research Institute had been completely occupied.

Countless eerie Spirit Plants grew and spread wildly. Among them, the Corpse Flowers covered the ground like a “sea of flowers” blooming in decay.

A full seven million Divinity Points were actually dumped into these things!

The originally lifeless Extra-dimensional Research Institute completely changed its appearance in an instant.

The air was filled with thick Corpse Qi, seemingly concentrated enough to drip.

Death Qi surged like countless invisible souls wailing in low voices.

The damp, cold atmosphere made one’s skin crawl. Dark red liquid faintly seeped from the ground, looking like blood or rotten juice.

Those Spirit Plants writhed slowly; the entire space was gloomy, oppressive, and distorted.

It was like a living ghost domain that had just been birthed.

“That’s it… all spent? You call this a small-scale trial???” Veins throbbed on Yang Fan’s forehead, and he couldn’t help but feel exasperated.

At this moment, he even had a feeling of being presented with a fait accompli. If Yang San weren’t his own Intelligent Life, he would have suspected the other party was trying to scam him.

Over ten million Divinity Points exchanged for this pile of messy junk?

If these things were planted in the Divine Kingdom, it wouldn’t take long for that originally vibrant world full of Spiritual Qi to turn into a complete dead zone.

Inside the Divine Kingdom.

Yang Yi was arguing with Yang San.

“Yang San, you’re being absolutely reckless!” Yang Yi was furious, his voice rising several octaves. “Normally, for the development of the Divine Kingdom and the growth of the believers, I calculate every bit of resources meticulously. But you…”

“Pettiness,” Yang San sneered, his tone full of contempt. “This is a war investment. As long as it succeeds, the pressure from invading alien races in the future can be reduced by at least thirty percent. Short-sighted—you don’t understand its value at all.”

“The Master already said, only a small-scale test,” Yang Yi suppressed his anger and spoke in a low voice. “I will not allow too many believers to enter the institute.”

As a fellow Intelligent Life, Yang Yi naturally understood Yang San’s plan.

Given the current ecological environment of the Extra-dimensional Research Institute, once believers entered, it wouldn’t take long before they completely lost their sanity.

Their flesh would rot, and their consciousness would collapse.

Eventually, they would turn into zombies that knew only slaughter, tearing and devouring each other.

As long as the number of believers thrown in was sufficient, they could even cultivate “Zombie Generals” capable of threatening Qi Refining Stage believers.

But the problem was, zombies were not believers after all.

They were not bound by the god, nor did they possess faith; they were more like a completely out-of-control neutral calamity. They killed whoever they saw and devoured whatever was living.

They were like a spreading “plague.” They harmed others and themselves alike.

“How about ten million Mortal believers for the first batch?” Yang San said calmly.

“Fine, but ten million believers is not a small number,” Yang Yi frowned.

“If believers die in a war against alien races, they see it with their own eyes and can understand it’s for the Divine Kingdom.”

“But if… they just disappear into thin air like this.”

Yang Yi looked up, his gaze gradually becoming sharp.

“Over time, it will inevitably spark discussion.”

“This kind of impact is uncontrollable. Do you really have a way to solve it?”

What Yang Yi excelled at was the management of the Divine Kingdom.

Back then, purchasing Corpse Flowers to cultivate the Poison Bee Queen was to solve a short-term hidden danger for the Divine Kingdom Defense War; it was just an expedient measure.

Afterward, he had unhesitatingly cleared out all the Corpse Flowers.

He had always remained wary of things like “zombies”; for low-level believers, they were an almost devastating disaster.

Now, although the Extra-dimensional Research Institute served as isolation so the zombie virus couldn’t leak out and the Divine Kingdom itself was safe, if believers began to disappear regularly and on a large scale, it would still be a shock to the entire Divine Kingdom system.

Believers are loyal to their god. But they are not Puppets without emotions.

They won’t betray him, but they will have doubts, they will be uneasy, and they might even gradually become numb.

If it reaches that stage, how can we talk about the development of the Divine Kingdom!

“Of course there’s a way to solve it,” Yang San’s voice was soft, even carrying a hint of gentleness.

“They will become heroes.”

“Dying for the Divine Kingdom, sacrificing themselves to resist the invasion of alien races.”

“Their names will be recorded.”

“Their deaths will be given meaning.”

Yang San said seriously, “We Intelligent Life only serve the Master. These believers were also created by the Master. To sacrifice themselves for the god is their honor. As for what you worry about, I will naturally spin a good story.”

“Humans need hymns, I can provide them; they need heroes, I can shape them.”

“As for sacrifice—as long as it’s draped in the mantle of ‘righteousness,’ there will always be people who accept it gladly.”

“For individual sacrifice, one only needs to fabricate a collective honor.”

“Human hearts are never hard to control.”