Swamp Lord with an Intelligence System

The day after Lear emerged, on July 16th, an unexpected presence visited him with great gifts.

The Lake God.

The intersection between this divine spirit and him originated from the occupation of a temple in the Original Plane by the other party, which held a portion of the Authority of Life he forcibly occupied.

However, this divine spirit was quite sensible and did not resist, choosing to withdraw directly.

They even swore to each other, never to interfere.

For this reason, Lear promised the other party that if the situation was unfavorable, they could come to him for protection.

Unexpectedly, the other party actually came.

Upon seeing the Lake God, Lear had a few traces of admiration in his eyes.

He liked to engage with smart people.

Able to bend and stretch, willing to submit under others when the situation is unfavorable, this is better than many.

"Your Majesty Lear, Alsen greets you. May the swamp prosper forever."

Clad in a blue long robe, the Lake God, appearing as a middle-aged man in his forties, was extremely respectful.

His deep blue eyes showed indescribable amazement upon seeing Lear.

Half a year ago, Lear's promise left little impression on him.

But who would have thought, how short a time has passed? The other party had ascended to become a Main God!!

He had signed a contract with Lear and could vaguely perceive Lear's aura through the contract.

Initially, there was just a threat; it then turned into making him feel breathless, and finally caused his soul to tremble. When he felt that aura, a sense of his own insignificance like dust arose within him.

Main God, only a Main God could give him such an oppressive feeling!

Upon realizing that the situation was irrecoverable, he did not dwell much and came directly to join.

In this chaotic situation, he was alone and could not possibly withstand... Especially when killing divine spirits could acquire their authority.

This left him no room to maneuver.

If he hadn't run fast, several times he would have been knocked down and had his authority taken.

"Alsen, do you have business with me this time?"

The Lake God did not hesitate, directly kneeling on one knee.

His straight back bent down, his tone sincere and humble.

"Your Majesty, I wish to join the Swamp Pantheon and become your subordinate, serving you!"

After months of brutal battles, the situation had now become relatively stable.

Without solid relations, if he rashly went to seek allegiance, others would prefer to kill him and take away his authority.

Conversely, Lear, with whom he signed a contract, could protect him from harm.

And according to his previous feeling, the other party had this willingness.

Looking at the Lake God kneeling on the ground, Lear spoke calmly.

"Alsen, I like to communicate with smart people... The swamp can accept you, but you need to offer your soul."

The Lake God took a deep breath, his eyes resolute.

Without any hesitation, he directly split a strand of his soul, emitting a faint blue light, which escaped from his mind and lingered before Lear.

Lear reached out and touched it, immediately taking control of that strand of soul.

His expression softened, his eyes filled with more approval.

Controlling this strand of soul meant the other's life was under control.

Despite divine spirits possessing mysterious means, the soul remains the most core, most fundamental thing, no longer needing to worry about the other's divided loyalties.

"Alsen, I have to say, you made a very correct choice."

"You will be thankful for your actions today."

The authority over lakes held by the other fits well with the swamp.

Letting him manage the water system of the swamp is just perfect for utilizing resources.

The Lake God exhaled deeply.

His expression also relaxed.

Though now governed by others, it was better than having no life.

After rising, he repeatedly inquired.

"Your Majesty, what can I do for you now?"

Lear's gaze was profound.

"Organize the water veins of the swamp, hide them in the deepest part of the swamp, as we will soon face attacks from several Divine Pantheons..."

"You need to stabilize the water sources of the swamp!"

Attacks from several Divine Pantheons?

The Lake God was startled, feeling his scalp tingle.

But with this situation, there was no possibility of regretting.

He responded decisively.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Observing the other's attitude, Lear found it somewhat satisfactory.

"How many Ultimate Soldiers do you have at your disposal?"

"Your Majesty, in total there are 52,000 2 Stars-level tidal destroyers... ready to follow your command at any time!"

52,000, 2 Stars-level Ultimate Soldiers... a few months ago, this number was still considered good.

But now, not much, nor strong, barely enough.

"How large is your Divine Kingdom?"

"A hundred kilometers..."

That small?

Lear glanced at Alsen.

Isn't it a bit little?

The other also saw Lear's doubts, displaying a bit of shame.

"Your Majesty, for a Divine Kingdom to thrive, it requires devouring large amounts of the Power of the Plane... My strength is weak, and when establishing the Divine Kingdom, it was only 10 kilometers in area. To have developed it to what it is now is already a stroke of lucky chance."

Lear was silent.

He hadn't experienced the many difficulties of ordinary divine spirits, naturally not able to relate to their hardships.

The Intelligence System directly informed him how to proceed, completing the initial accumulation.

Once the snowball started rolling, development progressed rapidly afterward.

"Have you accumulated any ore?"

"Indeed, quite a bit. I will take it out immediately!"

The Lake God was straightforward, having pledged allegiance to Lear, he should not hesitate.

In the current situation, he, as a newcomer, needs to demonstrate himself well to gain a position in the Swamp Pantheon.

Fortunately, he holds the Authority over Lakes, which fits well with the swamp. Otherwise, he might not have been accepted...