The supporting character's harem is very normal

Seven days later, Lathel regained consciousness and left the Darkness Space. Flying in the sky, he sighed, feeling that his hellish days were over.

At this moment, Lathel really wanted to cry. After 1,000 days of living in hell, he didn't know how many times he had exploded from being punched.

Lathel only remembered that... in less than 10 seconds, he exploded due to Viva punching him once. It was only until the last few days that he could resist for about a minute.

However, he could resist, but his resistance was insignificant.

He only had a little time in the 'Simulation Space' to rest and sleep comfortably.

After his time in the 'Simulation Space' ended, he continued to be tortured by Viva.

However, in the past 1,000 days, his strength and proficiency in using magic have increased greatly.

Even though his current level was only level 34, Viva told him that he could take on five level 60 adventurers at the same time.

Or if he fought 1 vs. 1, he could confront a level 80 magician. Moreover, if he used all his power and burned his soul, he could be even stronger.

Lathel felt a little happy hearing that; however, 1,000 days of torture made him unable to laugh.

"Enough!" Viva's voice rang in his head: "I have absorbed enough darkness energy; let's go back."

Hearing that, Lathel sighed and shook his head, then flew back to the tribe. At this time, Viva was controlling his body so he could fly.

However, Lathel was really interested in the power that could help him fly, so he asked: "Viva, when will I be able to fly like this?"

"You want to fly?" Viva asked.

"Of course. Flying like this is fast and convenient, and also very cool."

Viva now laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... my stupid boy... wait until you pass level 100 before talking about this."

Lathel: "…"

…

After a short time, Lathel returned to the tribe. He was in no hurry to meet Doro or Dorack; instead, he just sat under the tree where he had sat before, resting a bit.

Lathel felt that there was something strange about this tree. But he remembered that... this tree had absorbed a lot of worship energy from him, so he could only sigh and no longer pay attention to it.

He sat still while enjoying the cool breeze and fresh air. It had been more than 1,000 days since he had felt these extremely normal things.

He was always in pain from being beaten by Viva, smelling his own blood, and dying so many times that... okay, he couldn't count anymore.

"Oy! I feel like you're thinking bad things about me, right?" Viva's voice suddenly rang in his head.

"Ack! This… hahahaha… How could I have those thoughts?" Lathel forced a smile: "Viva, thanks to you, I have become stronger. Of course, I am extremely grateful to you. How can I speak ill of you?"

"Huh! Very good, then next time I will train you seriously." Viva smiled disdainfully and said.

Lathel: "…"

'Oy! We were not serious before. What would it be like to be serious? No, I don't want to, huhuhuhu…'

Lathel screamed in his heart, but he couldn't say it because... Viva was very scary.

"God is back!" Suddenly, a voice rang out, causing Lathel's thoughts to return to reality.

'What the hell? I just rested for less than 5 minutes, and you guys are bothering me?' Lathel sighed, silently cursing in his heart.

He felt that being a god was troublesome; there were always people calling him and bothering him.

'Ah! It seems... it's best to be a normal person.'

Doro was the first to appear. When he saw Lathel, he was so happy that he almost cried. He quickly ran in front of Lathel, knelt down, and respectfully bowed his head.

"I… you finally returned."

After that, many people also came to this place, almost all the young men and women in the village came here to meet him, kneeling before him.

However, Lathel did not understand why he could sense who was sincere and loyal to him and could recognise who was only pretending to bow to him.

He could even sense who wanted to betray him.

While Lathel was confused, Viva's voice rang in his head: "That is the ability of worship Energy. It seems that after you were able to control the magical energy within you, you were close to reaching worship energy."

Lathel heard that and silently agreed with Viva. Just like each level in an RPG game. When you master the lower-level energy source, you will begin to reach out to the higher-level energy source, or, in other words, reach a higher level.

Even though Lathel couldn't use that energy yet, he could vaguely sense that it was also a sign worth rejoicing.

At this time, Doro happily said: "God, you are finally back. Please get justice for us."

Hearing that, Lathel frowned and asked: "What's going on?"

"God…"

Doro was about to say something, but Doba interrupted him: "God, you gave power to the wrong person."

"Hmm?!" Lathel frowned as he looked towards Doba. It wasn't because his words caught Lathel's attention, but because of the black mist that surrounded his body.

Lathel could feel the will of betrayal, jealousy, and hatred coming from Doba.

'It seems… The black mist means a traitor. And the red fog is distrust; pink is trust; yellow is one level higher than pink, absolute trust.'

'And that dazzling white color...' Lathel was a bit surprised; he didn't think that the mist around Doro was only pink, and it didn't even show signs of turning yellow.

There were a few people in the tribe who had turned yellow; however... The blinding white came from the four girls that Doro had chosen to sacrifice to Lathel.

'The four girls who were chosen as sacrifices. They did not hate me, were not depressed or sad, but were absolutely trusting and loyal to me.'

'It seems... it's impossible to guess a person's personality and thoughts through their actions and expressions.'

'However, there are a lot of people carrying red mist, and there are also more than ten people who have black mist around them.'

Lathel sighed. He felt that his task right now was too difficult. Even though he had given these people enough knowledge and protection to continue to survive in this valley, however, it seemed he was wrong.

Just as he thought, indulgence creates ungrateful people. He pampered and protected these people too much, making them ungrateful, thinking that was what they should have received.

He frowned, looking at the magic circle inside his body. However, unlike what he thought, the magic circle was already 1/10 lit.

That meant… he was on the right track.

'Strange... This tribe has a lot of people who want to betray me. If I don't do well, I'm afraid this tribe will be in complete chaos after I leave.'

'However… The magic symbol in my body says that I'm doing the right thing. Is it... not my duty to protect and develop this tribe?'

Lathel frowned, thinking about something.

"God…" Doba now shouted, interrupting Lathel's train of thought: "Dorack, he doesn't use his power to protect everyone and serve the tribe, but instead threatens everyone."

"He even planned not to give me back seven days of food. You also know that food is very scarce right now. In my house, there are two elderly people who need me to take care of them."

"God…he is not worthy of receiving the great power you bestow upon him. Please take back your power and give it to the right person."

Hearing this, the crowd also shouted in unison: "Give strength to the right person."

"Please, God, punish Dorack."

Lathel frowned and asked: "Where is Dorack?"

"I am here, God." Dorack immediately spoke up. He slowly walked up to the god, then knelt down, his expression extremely calm, without any worry or fear on his face.

Lathel nodded slightly. He could see that the fog around Dorack was blinding white, which proved that Dorack was truly loyal and trusted Lathel.

Lathel now asked: "Dorack, is what they say true?"

Dorack shook his head and said: "God, if I say they are lying, will you believe me?"

Lathel smiled: "Dorack, that depends on many other factors as well. But you must speak clearly so that I can judge fairly."

Hearing that, Dorack nodded and recounted everything that had happened without adding or subtracting any details.

Hearing that, Doba frowned and shouted: "God... um..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his mouth froze as if turned to stone, unable to move.

Lathel glanced at Doba and said: "I am a god; but you still don't have a little respect for me?"

Doba saw Lathel's eyes and shivered in fear. However, Lathel could see the black mist surrounding his body gradually becoming darker.

Even inside the black fog is blood-coloured fog. That's right, it's blood-coloured fog, not red.

'That colour... he wants to kill me?'

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