Divinity

As Carter slowed the accelerated time on his planet, it felt like a weight had been lifted off him. He was no longer restricted to simply watching; he could move and act once again. A thought crossed his mind—if he had the ability to create life, why not control it?

[SYSTEM]

The host should consider establishing religion on all created planets. Religion not only strengthens the bond between the host and their creations but also generates a continuous flow of celestial energy.

Carter raised an eyebrow. "So, what? Should I just broadcast my voice across the planet and tell them to submit and pray to me?"

[SYSTEM] Such a direct approach may cause hostility among the races. Even if they do submit, their prayers or loyalty will not be genuine. While the host cannot create memories, the host can extract them and implant them into a new body. The individual most suited to spreading the host's word is a Trekan named Ralak.

"But will he even listen to me? I pretty much destroyed his planet. If I tell him to make others, especially his own race, worship me, what makes you so sure he'll do it?"

[SYSTEM] The host freed his people from a life of evil subservience. Though they will submit to you, all you ask for is worship and devotion. As long as the host can convince him with a few words or by performing something extraordinary, he will submit.

Carter grinned. "So, I just need to wow him. Easy enough."

He focused on forming an area above his planet—a grand, ethereal palace suspended in space. The structure shimmered with white marble pillars that stretched impossibly high, with golden veins running through the stone. Huge, glowing stained glass windows depicted celestial scenes of life and creation. At the heart of the palace, a massive golden throne sat on an elevated platform, surrounded by hovering orbs of light. The whole area had a soft glow, giving it an otherworldly, divine aura.

Satisfied with his work, Carter created a new body to resemble a god. He chose a human-like form, blending multiple alien genes for a majestic and intimidating presence. The body was cloaked in a pure white robe that flowed like liquid silk. The face was a void of blackness, hidden within the hood, creating an aura of mystery. Six large, dark wings resembling those of a canary, but with a darker, more powerful hue, extended from his back, each feather radiating a faint celestial glow.

Moving his consciousness into the body, Carter settled on the massive golden throne. "Alright, system, bring Ralak here."