Jiang Cheng's great reputation had alarmed the rulers of this planet, who belonged to a Shi organization. In order to gain more combat assistance from Akse Planet and achieve greater advantages in battle, they implored Wangke Planet to allow them to join the Combat Alliance. In response, Akse Planet's internal factions even held differing opinions because Sek Planet was extremely impoverished; at least Aix Planet had a larger population, while Sek Planet was sparsely populated, with constant battles reducing birth rates and increasing death rates.

However, the rulers of Akse eventually permitted Sek Planet to join their combat cooperative.

Jiang Cheng's actions on Sek Planet incited hostility from the Shi families on Ke Planet, leading to the establishment of an alliance aimed solely at eliminating Jiang Cheng.

Unaware of this, Jiang Cheng busied himself daily with destruction and salvation—destroying evil forces while rescuing and helping the suffering inhabitants of Sek Planet who lived in dire distress.

On Ke Planet, he earned two entirely different titles: "Sek Planet's Protector" and "Death God."

It could truly be said to be full of great irony.

Even though he was the person involved, Jiang Cheng didn't care about these things. He was never eager for fame; this was not a pretense of humility but a trait inherent to his character.

In a larger village, Jiang Cheng was patrolling around. Initially, he had taught many people, and after eliminating the brutal overseers, he sent those people home, only for them to be killed upon returning by another group of Long Warriors.

Thus, Jiang Cheng simultaneously eradicated the cruel overseers and gathered the people he had trained, urging the adult men among them to take up arms to defend those around them. At the same time, he instructed them to begin farming.

They grew crops or blue vegetables to sustain themselves.

The village grew larger and more populated. Besides those rescued by Jiang Cheng, many from nearby places flocked here once they learned of its existence; compared to elsewhere, there was no safer place than this.

That day, Jiang Cheng returned to the village after a fight outside.

A very small girl, holding a local fruit, stood timidly before him, with eyes of hesitation, slowly raising her hands to offer the fruit to Jiang Cheng. For a moment, Jiang Cheng was obviously stunned.

Ever since Jiang Cheng began gaining fame—incidentally, he became famous quite early—no one had treated him this way. When people saw him, villains were filled with fear, and good people showed admiration; villains avoided him, and good people wanted to be close to him. Yet, no one, like this little girl, could make him feel a genuine warmth.

He bent down, reached out, and touched the little girl's hair. By then, a crowd had gathered around them, watching as the god in their hearts interacted kindly with their little companion, smiles spreading across their faces, realizing that their god was not aloof and unreachable.

At that moment, someone said in a clumsy universal language: "Clean."

The people around nodded in agreement with the speaker.

Jiang Cheng understood what he meant, took the fruit offered by the little girl, and split it in half—

taking one half in his hand, and returning the other half to the little girl's hand.

The little girl looked up, her big eyes watching him closely.

Jiang Cheng took a big bite of the fruit, enjoying it heartily, and gestured for the little girl to do the same. She understood and put the fruit in her mouth, taking only a small bite and then chewing it slowly.

The people around them held their breath, watching the two of them. As the little girl slowly broke into a smile, applause began to ripple through the crowd, gradually joined by cheers.

The simplest people were the purest; they could clearly discern who treated them well or poorly! Although this alien in front of them looked and dressed differently, they understood his intentions towards them.

Then, another slightly older girl came over, silently beginning to unbutton his rough robe. Jiang Cheng stood calmly, letting her help him remove his clothes; he didn't refuse her, not because he enjoyed being served this way, but because he understood their feelings: the alien in front of them had saved their lives and provided a stable living environment, and they had no way to repay him, so now they wanted to do something for him.

After the girl removed Jiang Cheng's top, another girl quietly took his hand, leading him to a basin of water where he sat, and began washing his face and hair.

Jiang Cheng possessed immense superpowers, and such superpowers required a unique body to sustain them.

From Jiang Sha's exposed torso, the people around could see that Jiang Cheng's body bore no scars, his skin glowing with health, showing no signs of dirt.

Yet his hair and face, perhaps always exposed to the elements, didn't look very clean.

When the girl washing him for him pulled a blade of grass from his hair, the onlookers let out good-natured laughter, and Jiang Cheng's embarrassed expression only endeared him further to them.

After helping Jiang Cheng wash, another girl stepped silently before him with clothing—

holding a garment of unusual design, somewhat like the robes worn by monks on Water Ball, pure white. She and the other girl collaborated, dressing Jiang Cheng.

The surrounding people watched silently. After washing up, Jiang Cheng looked more radiant, the white robe adding a touch of sanctity. At this moment, Jiang Cheng more closely matched the image of a god in these people's hearts.

Nobody knew who started it first, but the onlookers began kneeling and quietly murmuring prayers, worshiping him.

Gradually, their voices grew louder and more unified; others, drawn by the sound, joined them, and soon, more people kneeled, and the sound swelled.

Jiang Cheng stood with a calm expression, neither happy nor sad.

Nobody knew how much time passed, but a gunshot shattered the peace, surprising people who looked up in alarm, panic written on their faces as they turned to Jiang Cheng.

When they saw Jiang Cheng standing before them, calm and collected, their strong emotions calmed them quickly.

The shot had been a warning from a sentry on duty, who, although somewhat flustered, relaxed after Jiang Cheng approached.

At that moment, Jiang Cheng stood on a small hill, the open view allowing him to survey the scene before him clearly.