Obviously, she has now become a grasshopper on the same rope as this group of magic sticks. In other words, she is also a member of the magic sticks.

"Anyway, I already understand the general situation, so do you have any artifacts for me?" Ilsa said with interest, "You can't let me just keep looking like a god and fight with him, right?"

How to fight this? Who is tougher?

"The faith of the world is your most powerful weapon. They can give you invincible strength and help you be invincible in the face of any evil."

Ilsa: "Speak humanly."

"...go and spread more brilliance, create more miracles, collect more faith, and let all the people in the world crawl at your feet."

Ilsa: "Evil cult?"

"...Don't forget your position."

Ilsa wanted to shrug, although she was unable to do this right now.

"Okay, then what should I do specifically? I think it's a bit difficult to go out and spread the glory with my current look."

"Gather more faith."

Ilsa: "..." Repeater?

"...When you have collected them to a certain extent, you can descend into the incarnation. At that time, you need to leave the monastery, find your seven dependents, and recover the scattered power of the goddess."

Ilsa: I understand, this time it's Dragon Ball.

She had already foreseen that this would be an extremely difficult project.

"Then how can I find those seven dependents?"

"They are the seven existing demigods in this world. It is not difficult to find them."

"Then have they seen the goddess?"

"No, they only heard our voices."

...it’s getting harder and harder.

Ilsa was silent for a moment and said with a confident tone: "You have to help me find these seven demigods, and you have to help me explain the whole story."

"It's too late..." The gentle voice became lower and lower, gradually turning into a faint whisper, "When the new goddess appears, we will disappear. We will turn into the remaining divine thoughts to guide you and protect you."

"Please be sure to find the goddess's retinue before the spiritual thoughts disappear..."

The goddess's voice blended into the darkness and disappeared completely.

Since then, Ilsa has been fulfilling her duties as a goddess statue - listening to the chattering of believers every day.

There was no sound from her mind, and she could do nothing but sleep in the monastery and think about life.

Without computers or mobile phones, life like this would be too difficult.

At the end of another day, after listening to the trivial personal stories of the believers, Ilsa finally gained the long-lost peace.

It was late at night, the nuns had all gone to rest, and the dim convent was empty, with only the faint candlelight accompanying Ilsa.

Ilsa was exhausted physically and mentally. She felt that she was the most tired person in the entire convent. Even if Glenn rushed in with a big knife, she would not be able to cheer up at all.

Outside the monastery, the moon was dark, the wind was high, and the stars were dim.

Ilsa fell asleep in the statue of the beautiful and compassionate goddess.

Suddenly, the sound of steady and gentle footsteps came from a distance. The footsteps were not loud, but they were still particularly clear in the silent and empty church.

Ilsa was awakened by the sound and looked over following the movement——

A slender young man stood in front of her at some point.

He did not raise his head to look up at Ilsa like other believers, but lowered his eyes slightly, his figure hidden in the shadows, and his appearance could not be clearly seen.

Ilsa looked at him vaguely, not understanding what he wanted to do.

After a while, the young man spoke. His voice was low and cold, with a pleasant hoarse tone.

"God, I have a wish."
Chapter completed!