Chapter 989: Chapter 989: In Half a Year, It’ll Be Time to Think About Life’s Big Decisions
Life in the new world turned out to be even smoother than expected.
Both the Danmachi side and the Type-Moon side focused on settling into everyday life. After all, upon arriving in the new world, the priority wasn’t personal growth, but the survival of the entire group.
Survival in the new world was crucial, no matter which side one came from.
Only after securing the foundations of survival could they begin pursuing something better.
Everyone who arrived in the new world shared that understanding, and they had already spent the previous three months preparing. Basic supplies, production materials, and various tools had all been brought along.
They all knew that certain things couldn’t be carried in large quantities, so they only brought enough resources to get through the early stages. Even with thorough preparation, however, the new world was still complex. Ordinary people needed protection, and in situations like that, gods were naturally the best choice.
That was true no matter where you looked.
For example, the ordinary people of Babylon, under Gilgamesh’s leadership, came to worship the underworld goddess Ereshkigal and the Mistress of Heaven, Ishtar.
They received Ereshkigal’s protection on one hand, and Ishtar’s protection on the other.
Ereshkigal’s blessings weren’t immediately visible, but Ishtar’s effects were instant. As a goddess of harvest and fertility, her Authority was especially valuable. In a new world, survival depended above all on production and reproduction, and that was exactly where Ishtar excelled.
The same held true for other gods.
In the new world, "survival" took absolute priority. As a result, gods connected to production and fertility spread their faith rapidly, while gods of other domains were pushed to the background.
"So that’s how it goes."
Bell wasn’t surprised by how things developed.
’Production is always the key to survival. In the early stages of the new world, the gods who control production are the ones ordinary people truly need.’
Once the material foundation for survival was secured, love and reproduction would naturally follow.
"The groundwork for survival is in place. Next comes reproduction and expansion."
Looking over the regional blocks of the Genkai, Bell could already see signs of population gradually spreading outward. As the population expanded, the gods within each pantheon also began to move.
"Six months really was pushing their patience."
During the first half-year of pioneering the new world, gods associated with war and expansion barely made any moves.
Of course, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to. In the early days, everyone was focused on staying alive. Who had time to start wars?
"The timing feels right. It’s time for the core to take over."
For the past six months, Bell had personally handled the core’s duties. His main concern was that some gods wouldn’t understand the situation properly—especially those who had once belonged to Evilus. Those individuals were his primary targets for observation.
’Six months have passed, and there’s been no movement from the Miniature World. If they still haven’t acted by now, then their entire focus must be on the incomplete single-digit theories.’
’Maybe after seeing how good I am at stirring things up, they don’t want to fall out with me before a single-digit is actually achieved.’
Bell let out a quiet, cold laugh. If he ever gave them that chance, neither the new world nor he himself would have a future.
Unfortunately for them, even if they wanted such an opportunity, he wasn’t going to allow it.
By using "Human History," he had thoroughly played the gods and Buddhas of the Miniature World. He gave them benefits, completely crushed Jehovah’s hope of reaching single-digit status through the Trinity, yet also reignited that same ambition through "Divine Creation Theory."
Internal strife.
Two opposing single-digit theories had completely ignited chaos within the Miniature World.
That wasn’t a casual move. It was a decisive one.
As long as the Miniature World remained internally divided and trapped in constant turmoil, Bell would have more than enough time to prepare his next steps.
And if the chaos continued, with Jehovah tirelessly stirring the pot, even the so-called two-digit existences would eventually be dragged into it.
Becoming the god who created everything—wasn’t that far more tempting than being bound by a Trinity? And without anyone able to cut away that position.
The Holy Son and Holy Mother, who had once been targets, were probably in terrible spirits.
The two-digit Holy Son had lost his chance to advance, and the three-digit Holy Mother had no future path left. Truly unlucky.
But what did any of that have to do with Bell?
Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he would at most smile faintly and add with pity, "Your sacrifices had meaning."
Yes. Their sacrifices were meaningful. If they hadn’t been sacrificed, how could the last hope have been placed entirely on Divine Creation Theory?
Wasn’t that, in itself, meaningful for deepening the Miniature World’s chaos?
"Core, I’ll leave the rest to you."
"..."
There was no response. Control over the new world was fully handed over to the world’s core.
Half a year of management had passed, and the world had clearly settled into a stable trajectory. Bell had no intention of monopolizing authority. In a healthy world, it was best that no single person held everything.
Simply put, the world needed room to grow on its own.
"Hmm..."
Finally relaxing, Bell stretched his body.
Even now, firmly established at the three-digit level, he still felt tired once work was done. It seemed this habit wasn’t something he could easily shake.
"The world is stable. The future path is set. Next... I should give the goddess I love a place to belong."
Marriage was something Bell had thought about long ago—he’d been considering it for quite some time.
Unfortunately, between exploring the Dungeon, the Black Dragon incident, and then the arrival of the new world, there had never been time to seriously think about it.
But now, there finally was.
"Yeah. I should sit down and have a proper talk with Hestia and the others."
