Therefore, based on this, things like fishing nets, paper and pens, and other miscellaneous items cannot become divine offices.
After all, there are no so-called normal humans now; the current humans are servants of the Olympian gods. Except for not having a divine office and eternal life, they are exactly like gods.
However, according to calculations, this generation of humans seems to be on the verge of extinction.
Mobius found that even if he knew this generation of humans was dying out, he couldn't gain any benefits from it, as he was too weak and time was running out.
So, the most important thing now is to first acquire a divine office, a divine office that is important to the world.
Is there any divine office that is important to the world? Mobius bit his lip. He only had one chance, and Daemon had one chance to burn everything he had to attract the world's attention.
However, there was only one chance. If he didn't become a god this time, the final outcome would be death.
So, he had to be cautious.
Indeed, walking on the earth and observing the world's deficiencies little by little was necessary.
However, he didn't travel the entire world, only a part of it. This world was too vast; according to his knowledge, its area, converted, was larger than the Earth he lived on in his previous life, perhaps a hundred solar systems large, though this wasn't certain, as his previous self was just a Daemon.
Although this world isn't very large for gods, for a small Daemon like him, he wouldn't be able to reach the world's edge in his entire lifetime.
So, he only needed to find the deficiencies, not necessarily achieve perfection by traversing the entire world to gain enlightenment.
He wasn't like the chosen ones in those novels who always had to be perfect. The one who moves fast isn't the protagonist; the one who laughs last is.
Thanks to his face looking like it had been bitten by a dog, and half of his left ear missing, most gods lost their desire to vent.
Along the way, aside from some monster attacks, he didn't encounter any more people, but this also gave Mobius some ideas.
The number of monsters seemed a bit too high. These monsters originated from the second war for the Divine King's throne, evolving from the resentment of fallen beings on the battlefield due to killing intent and other strange things.
This was different from beasts; beasts had parents, while monsters did not.
Moreover, monsters caused great harm to the land; places destroyed by monsters could not grow vegetation, only remaining desolate.
Such things would certainly not help the world's development, so why hadn't anyone cleaned up these monsters? This was the most perplexing thing for Mobius.
Meanwhile, on Mount Olympus, life-filled ambrosia flowed through the Pantheon, and gods engaged in deep exchanges with each other—male gods with male gods, male gods with goddesses, and goddesses with goddesses, some in pairs, others in groups.
"What wonderful pleasure!" The gods in the Pantheon continuously enjoyed pleasure and joy, and when they grew tired, they would take a sip of ambrosia, instantly revitalized.
Maintaining world order was also a duty of the gods. Logically, these monsters shouldn't exist, but what about now? Monsters were increasing, and they had already appeared here.
Mobius had only walked for a few days, and he was still millions of kilometers away from the battlefield! If monsters were so far from the battlefield, imagine the number of monsters in the central area!
Mobius had thought too highly of the gods' integrity; he had never dreamed that anyone could be so derelict in their duties.
Even a dog would do a better job than them at these things.
If those civil service aspirants from his previous life knew about this, they would be eager to take their place, guaranteeing 24/7 readiness, no delays, and maintaining world order.
After all, with corresponding benefits come corresponding obligations. However, the gods seemed to lack this concept.
Mobius directly struck a heavily wounded monster nearby with a knife. The next second, the monster instantly transformed into black mist and dissipated into the air.
Mobius himself showed no change, and he couldn't help but grumble, "It seems this is useless to me!"
He thought of a concept from his previous life—that eliminating creatures that destroy the world would bring rewards from the world, but it seemed this didn't work in this world.
That's right, every world has its own laws; it would be strange if they were all the same.
However, if he encountered monsters he could defeat, Mobius would still kill some, as his home was not far away, and that forest was quite beautiful; he wanted to preserve it.
Although what he did wasn't very useful, the number he killed was less than the number of newly born monsters.
What a useless endeavor!
Was it really useless? If someone could see the surrounding cosmic energy, they would find that in the same amount of time, the amount of cosmic energy flowing into Mobius's body was greater than before.
This indicated that Mobius was receiving help from the world, but this help was so minimal that Mobius himself didn't even notice it.
The more one pursues something, the less one gets it. Instead, it was an unintentional act that led Mobius onto the path of godhood.
As Mobius killed more and more, the skin on his face gradually peeled off, and that exquisitely handsome face grew back anew.
After all, for the world, how could its gods be ugly? Even if ugly, they should be uniquely ugly, not grotesque like this.
Mobius swept across the battlefield, his graceful figure like a performance in a beautiful play.
His combat skills gradually became proficient, from taking three or four hours to kill a monster initially, to now finding a monster's weakness and killing it in half a quarter of an hour.
During the battle, he had a flash of inspiration, summarized techniques, and integrated them into his combat, making it easier for him to kill monsters.
At this moment, Ares, the God of War in the Pantheon, was stunned. He felt his divine office stir, sensing the beauty of war.
Someone on the earth was expressing the beauty of war. How amusing!
Ares smiled, unable to resist going to see this worshipper of his, who had caused his divine office of war to generate new power.
And in the Aegean Sea, the shells suddenly trembled.
Pontus, at the bottom of the sea pit, looked at the trembling shells and said with a smile, "Is Mother's plan finally beginning? The Mother will be born."
Meanwhile, Mobius had no idea how much of a stir his new creation had caused!
If he had known, he wouldn't have done it. The current Mobius even somewhat enjoyed the feeling of combat; the scent of blood and gunpowder stimulated his senses, making him unconsciously excited.