The instant the Tree of Light rooted itself within Roland's divine realm, it began to pulse with power.
Waves of luminous energy rippled outward, merging seamlessly with the vitality of the Tree of Life. The two forces did not clash. Instead, they intertwined like melody and harmony, complementing one another perfectly.
The Tree of Life embodied vitality, the unstoppable pulse of growth. The Tree of Light carried hope, the brilliance that banishes despair.
When those powers combined, the result was nothing short of astonishing.
Roland felt the change before he even saw it. His divine realm trembled, then surged outward as though an invisible wall had been shattered. Mountains stretched higher, forests spread wider, rivers deepened, and the horizon rolled back further and further. In mere seconds, his realm doubled in size.
Before, the space measured eleven thousand square kilometers. Now, it spanned twenty-five thousand. Six parts of it were land, fertile and green, while four parts filled with fresh waters, lakes, and rivers sparkling beneath eternal sunlight.
But expansion was only the beginning.
The Tree of Light was not simply a monument. It was a fountainhead of White Magic itself. Magic was transformation, the power to twist reality into infinite shapes. When that force mingled with the endless tide of life energy, something new was born.
Roland's eyes widened as the first of the miracles appeared.
A radiant unicorn, its horn gleaming like crystal, stepped gracefully onto a meadow. From a glade emerged a stag with nine-colored antlers, shimmering like a rainbow. Across the skies galloped a white-winged pegasus, its wings scattering feathers of light.
One after another, creatures that belonged only to legends began to populate his realm. They were not fragile illusions. Each radiated power, pulsing at the strength of a fourth-tier elite beast. Any one of them released onto Earth would be considered a force to rival armies.
Roland took a slow breath. Only a short while ago, his divine realm had been populated with nothing more than trees and grass. Now, it was alive with fantastical life. The difference was staggering.
Even though he had not yet kindled his divine flame nor condensed true godly power, his strength had soared simply through this transformation. He could feel it in his bones, in the way the air of his realm itself hummed with magic.
And then came the next shock.
Lines of golden text appeared before his eyes, the system announcing his new status.
Divinity Interface
God: Jason Kin (Roland Phils)
Domain: Seed of Life, Power of Light
Titles: Lord of Life, God of Light and Magic
Rank: Lesser Demigod
Divine Power: 0
Divine Flame: Unlit
Faith Accumulated: 650,021.8
Followers: Humans
Divine Arts: Sacred Light of Life (Lv1), Vital Devouring (Lv1), Mechanical Apotheosis (no level), Source of Magic (Lv1), Fruit of Light (Lv1)
Divine Realm: Realm of Life
Source of Magic: A wellspring of magical essence within the god himself.
Fruit of Light: Fruit borne of the Tree of Light, capable of bestowing White Magic upon mortals.
Roland's heart thundered in his chest.
"Godhood itself… the Seed of Light was a divine office."
He could scarcely believe what he saw. The last remnant of Vishanti's consciousness had not only entrusted him with a seed. It had bequeathed him an entire domain of godhood.
Every god had a divine office, a core truth that defined their existence. Without it, a being could not truly be called a god at all. That essence was irreplaceable, immutable. Gods guarded their divine offices more fiercely than their own lives, for without them they were nothing.
And yet, here he stood, holding a second domain gifted by another.
The impossibility of it stunned him. A divine office could not be given away, not unless the donor annihilated themselves entirely. Even then, the transfer almost never succeeded. To receive such a gift was not just rare—it was nearly a miracle.
And Vishanti had chosen him.
Roland looked again at the forests, the lakes, the mythical beasts, the glowing branches of the Tree of Light. His domain no longer belonged to life alone. It was now a place of both vitality and radiance, a sanctuary of growth and magic.
He laughed quietly, unable to contain his joy. What had begun with a single enchanted ring had turned into the greatest blessing he could have imagined.
His eyes softened with gratitude. "Vog has truly outdone himself this time."
The priest had been the one to deliver the ring as an offering, never knowing its true potential. His loyalty had borne fruit greater than any sacrifice before. Such service deserved reward.
Roland raised his hand. A glowing fruit detached from the Tree of Light, descending in a beam of brilliance to land in Vog's palm. At the same time, a mark of light etched itself across Vog's forehead—a winged horse, radiant and noble.
"Vog," Roland declared, his voice resounding across the realm, "you have served me well. For your devotion, I grant you a Fruit of Light and a steed born of the heavens. Consume the fruit, and White Magic shall awaken within you. The pegasus shall answer your call, bound to your will, your companion in battle and journey alike. Use them wisely. Let my glory spread ever further."
The priest fell to his knees, clutching the fruit as tears welled in his eyes. His body trembled with reverence as the mark on his brow glowed.
Roland did not stop there. He spread his hand again, showering blessings across his followers. Every one of his fanatical believers received the ability to channel the Sacred Light of Life. It was not merely healing—it was an extension of his divine vitality, a shield against corruption and despair.
Then he turned his gaze toward Effie, the young priestess who had guided so many women into his faith. Another Fruit of Light descended into her hands, along with the shimmering image of a unicorn bound to her soul.
Her lips parted in awe. She could feel the bond immediately, the promise of magic and companionship woven into her very being.
Vog and Effie both bowed low, their voices breaking with emotion. "Great Lord of Life, we thank you for your gifts! We swear to spread your light and guard your name with all our strength."
The rest of the believers threw themselves down, their chants rising in unison.
"Great Lord of Life, eternal is your glory!"
"Your fire will never fade, your might will never fall!"
"Your light shall shine upon every land!"
The cries echoed through the divine realm, raw with fervor. Roland felt their faith pouring into him, a tide so strong it nearly staggered him. More than a thousand prayers aligned, hearts beating as one.
And as he watched, he saw several of his faithful transform. Their devotion sharpened, their belief solidified. Dozens of the merely devout became fanatics, their souls blazing brighter than before.
Roland smiled, satisfaction warming his chest. Not only had his divine office expanded, not only had his realm flourished, but his followers had grown stronger too.
It was a day of double blessings.
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