[NT: The size of Goldenveil Cathedral has been adjusted to one hundred thousand square meters. (This is the total area, including the buildings of the Order of the Silver Wings, the cathedral itself, and the entire walled region surrounding it.)]

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[The Goddess of Life notices that one of her creations—who should already be dead—is standing beside you. She flashes a gentle smile.]

[The Goddess of Death notices that one of her creations—who should already be dead—is standing beside you. She watches him with an enigmatic expression.]

[The Goddess of Beauty notices that one of her creations—who should already be dead—is standing beside you. She lets out an amused laugh.]

Ethan read each notification with an excited smile tugging at his lips.

It was still a little strange to know that deities could observe him so freely., but at least the system always warned him whenever it happened.

In addition to his gacha tickets—now up to fifty in total—he could finally select a patron deity for Goldenveil and found his own church.

Obviously, he was interested. Very much so.

His lips curved into a satisfied smile as he opened the patron selection screen. Without hesitating for even a second, he checked the three goddesses and clicked "Confirm."

[You have chosen: The Goddess of Life, the Goddess of Death, and the Goddess of Beauty as the patrons of Goldenveil.]

[Waiting for a response from the goddesses...]

[Confirmed!]

[Do you wish to found a church in Goldenveil? A payment of ten thousand gold coins is required. The level of the goddesses’ blessings upon Goldenveil may increase based on the level of the Goldenveil church.]

Ethan didn’t hesitate. He paid the ten thousand gold coins and named his church the Church of Goldenveil.

[Church of Goldenveil successfully created!]

[It is recommended that you convert your entire population currently loyal to other faiths to the Church of Goldenveil.

A portion of your population with high loyalty has automatically converted to the Church of Goldenveil.]

[Relationship with the Church of the Nine has changed from neutral to hostile.]

[Name: Church of Goldenveil

Description: A newly formed church that worships life, death, and beauty.

Level: 1

Supreme Priestess: Arwen

Number of Priestesses: 1

Cathedrals: 1

Churches: 0

Followers: 5,830

Zeal: 76%

Defending Order of Paladins: Order of the Silver Wings

Military Forces: 200 paladins

Average Level: 28

treasury: 0 gold coins

Upgrade Requirements: 5,830/10,000 followers, fervor 76%/70%, 10,000 gold coins, 0/5 churches, 1/1 cathedral.]

[You have successfully founded your church and received a blessing from the Goddess of Life!]

[You have successfully founded your church and received a blessing from the Goddess of Beauty!]

[You have successfully founded your church and received a blessing from the Goddess of Death!]

[Name: Blessing of the Goddess of Life

Level: 1

Effect: +20% soil fertility (National effect), +20% crops disease resistance (National effect)]

[Name: Blessing of the Goddess of Beauty

Level: 1

Effect: +40% fertility (National effect)]

[Name: Blessing of the Goddess of Death

Level: 1

Effect: +20% resistance to curses (National Effect), +10% chance that a deceased person’s titles, talents, and part of their level will be passed on to their children.]

"Ah... this is fucking OP..." Ethan let out a soft chuckle, shaking his head as he reread the effects.

They weren’t nearly as powerful as the blessings he received through the system, of course.

But unlike those, these were permanent, could be enhanced over time, and applied to the entire population of the lands under Goldenveil’s control.

Satisfied with it all, Ethan turned his gaze to Arwen.

She remained among her paladins, the light filtering through the cathedral’s stained-glass windows making her green hair shimmer like strands of silk.

Her lips were curved into a sweet smile as she patiently answered the many questions from the elven warriors surrounding her, all of them clearly still trying to comprehend the reality into which they had awakened.

Of course, it didn’t take long before Aurora, her green eyes brimming with curiosity and surprise, fixed her gaze on Ethan.

"Your Holiness... who is this man?"

"The one who brought me back to life. And the one who brought all of you back as well. My silly hand husband," Arwen replied with a soft chuckle, the mischievous lilt in her last words bringing a faint blush to Aurora’s cheeks: "You must serve him well."

"What are you waiting for?" Arwen continued, patting her paladin gently on the back. "Greet Ethan Goldenveil, your new sovereign."

They all shuddered for a moment.

Fortunately the respect Arwen showed him alone was enough to send their loyalty—which had been hovering between forty and fifty points—soaring past sixty.

Aurora was the first to swallow her pride.

Coming from an era of constant, relentless war against other races, bowing before a human was no easy task for her.

Her fingers clenched slightly for a moment, but under Arwen’s steady gaze, she did it anyway.

Stopping in front of Ethan, Aurora elegantly grasped the hem of her silver cloak, sliding it aside in a graceful gesture as her knees slowly bent.

"Aurora SilverLeaft, Grand Master of the Order of the Silver Wings, I salute Lord Ethan Goldenveil!" she declared, her voice clear, mature, feminine, and pleasant—neither too high-pitched nor too sweet, nor hoarse.

The other paladins followed suit, each one a beauty of extraordinary talent and ancestral wisdom.

Silver cloaks billowed gently with the movement of their bows.

As the paladins curtsied, their full breasts pressed against the sensual necklines of their armor, the heavy mounds swelling above the polished metal trim.

The plump curves wobbled slowly within form-fitting garments that barely seemed capable of containing them, gentle ripples coursing through the deep valleys of their cleavage with the graceful dip.

They had flawless, fair skin and hair ranging from shades of blonde to silver cascaded over delicate shoulders, creating a scene that seemed straight out of a dream.

Ethan admired them for a brief moment, letting his eyes wander over the dazzling sight before him, before motioning for them to rise.

With Arwen by his side, he could recruit as many other members of this order as he pleased. The very thought of rebuilding each of the strongholds they had once defended filled him with excitement.

At its peak, the order had more than ten thousand members, all elite warriors. So, he still had a long road ahead of him.