Previously, Lassal had taken second place in the great divine tournament.
But that gap between first and second? It had been utterly humiliating.
He hadn't merely been outpaced—he had been left in the dust.
The difference in points had struck him like a thunderclap, a brutal blow to his pride. After witnessing such a chasm, even the title of "Second Place" had lost its luster.
Thankfully, Lassal had pulled himself together quickly.
He began to work relentlessly—tirelessly striving for greatness.
Twenty-three out of twenty-four hours each day were spent handling matters within his divine territory: refining low-tier divine artifacts, overseeing development, mentoring his devotees, and personally ensuring the growth of their strength.
He was so committed that he even reduced his visits to his favorite female devotees—those he'd once lavished with attention.
