Chapter 56

And even if they were demons.

They would accept it.

Since they were going to die anyway, why not choose to die with a full stomach and warm clothes?

For a moment.

The citizens, unaware of the truth, could not help but cheer.

"Long live the gods!"

"Long live the gods!"

"Long live the gods!"

Only the few who had not yet been swept up by the will of the crowd felt doubt rising in their hearts.

After all that talk, who is this god anyway?

Some Star God?

Actually, never mind them; even the instigator herself did not know.

"Bronya, explain to me properly what is going on! You can fool the common people, but you cannot fool me! Gods do exist, but they would not cast a glance at us!"

Cocolia’s tone was firm.

Bronya quickly explained, "Mother, it is like this..."

After listening.

Cocolia’s expression softened significantly, but she still warned, "Bronya, you have done well. Your persistence has given Belobog a chance to breathe, but have you thought about who should command the upper and lower districts now?"

"That would, of course, be..."

Bronya was just about to say Cocolia should command.

But seeing the reaction of the Underworld citizens, she became confused.

Clearly.

To the citizens of the Underworld, Cocolia’s series of policies were not popular.

At this moment, Serval walked over.

"Long time no see. You are still as sharp as ever. Is it necessary to treat a little child like this, Cocolia?"

"Serval, you don't need to worry about my affairs. Bronya is to succeed as the Supreme Guardian in the future. The standards for an ordinary child cannot and should not be used to measure the requirements for her!" Cocolia retorted.

"Heh, it’s still uncertain whether we can even survive this crisis!"

Serval sneered, "We have only gained a temporary respite. The threat of the Legion is even greater than the Fragmentum! If Belobog cannot pull through, is there any need for Bronya to become some Supreme Guardian?"

As she spoke, Serval seemed to think of something.

Before Cocolia could answer, she spoke again.

"How about this: you step down now and give the position to Bronya. Let her be the Supreme Guardian, how about that?"

"Aunt Serval!"

Before Cocolia could speak, Bronya couldn't help but exclaim.

This was too daring to say, and too daring to think.

How old was she?

Eight years old.

Is there anyone who becomes a Supreme Guardian at eight?

It seems there is.

But the outcome was not very good.

Mainly, Cocolia was still in office; was it really okay to say this? Why did it feel like a forced abdication?

On the other side.

Cocolia frowned and did not answer immediately.

Serval struck while the iron was hot, "You know yourself that the people of the Underworld will not listen to your orders. Rather than forcing command and laying the groundwork for future conflict, it is better to listen to me and let Bronya take the position. This way, both sides have a way out. This crisis can also be better overcome."

Cocolia glanced at Bronya and was silent for a while.

It looked more like she had something on her mind.

After a while, under Bronya’s disbelieving gaze, she nodded and said, "Although I disagree with many of your theories, at least on this matter, what you say has some merit. However, Bronya is still too young; she will need to grow a few more years before she can truly take over. For now... she can only serve as the acting Supreme Guardian!"

"Mother!"

Bronya felt she had misheard.

Can the position of Supreme Guardian even be held by an acting official?

The key point is, are you really not going to reconsider her age?

"Bronya, I believe in your ability. Besides, Serval is right; at this moment, there is no one more suitable than you."

Seeming to see through Bronya’s concerns, Cocolia explained.

Bronya wanted to say something else.

But Cocolia had already ordered the Silvermane Guards to begin announcing her decision.

Sure enough.

Upon hearing that the position of Supreme Guardian would be temporarily held by Bronya, who was from the Underworld, the people of the Underworld felt it was a bit absurd, but considering it wasn't Cocolia, it seemed acceptable.

The ones with complaints were actually some of the nobles from the Overworld.

Unfortunately, their voices were insignificant.

Whether in normal times or special times, the authority of the Supreme Guardian was absolute.

Even if she gave a command with no military common sense, like "have the Silvermane archers move forward thirty meters," causing heavy casualties to the guards, Cocolia could still sit firmly in the position of Supreme Guardian.

This shows how insignificant the opinions of others were.

"Mother, then what about you?"

Seeing that the matter was settled, Bronya had no choice but to accept it.

"I have things I must do, for the sake of Belobog, and for you."

After speaking.

Cocolia did not linger and left the passage between the upper and lower districts with a team of Silvermane Guards.

Clearly.

She had things she felt she had to do.

Serval frowned; she always felt something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

And at this time.

Bronya, who had become the acting Supreme Guardian, could only suppress the doubts in her heart and begin to distribute supplies.

It must be said that the "pills" taken from the black box contained a vast amount of supplies.

Serval had made a preliminary estimate that these supplies were enough for the entire Belobog to use freely for three months.

And that was for both the upper and lower districts combined.

The key was that these supplies were very comprehensive.

Not to mention food, drink, and clothing.

There were even textbooks and books.

It was practically aimed at rebuilding civilization.

But the problem arose.

Does the civilization that dropped these supplies still need to rebuild?

And surely they wouldn't need such low-level things.

At this moment.

Serval was somewhat worried about that "god."

Even to exaggerate a bit.

The Legion shifting its target might also be related to it.

And if that were true.

Then the "god" behind it was too terrifying.

Northwest of Belobog.

On a mountain range mixed with wind and snow, Lin Qi looked at the mountain contours below from the air, his expression somewhat strange.

"Why does this outline look like some kind of plush toy?"