The Farm Dimension was a place designed to harvest Causality as efficiently as possible. Anyone who wished could bestow power upon the livestock, and the livestock, in turn, could easily worship any divinity whatsoever.
And if, by chance, one of those livestock went on to accomplish something exceptional, the god who had bestowed that power could extract not only Causality but also a tidy amount of faith from it. For gods and Demon Kings alike, there could hardly be a more convenient honey pot.
There were cases where, after being given a little too much power, livestock grew strong enough to reach the level of godslaying. But even then, it was hardly a serious problem. By that point, the livestock would already have become completely bound to the divinity that had empowered it.
To continually offer prayers to someone.
That was no different from willingly subordinating one’s soul to that divinity.
That was precisely what the boy feared now.
“Think about it! Why do you think the nameless Chief God went out of the way to leave traces in Delcross, even if only under the guise of religion? Because if you humans stray from the proper path and start praying to just anyone, it can become a really serious problem!”
Newbie seemed so frantic that he hardly even realized what he was saying.
“But…