But who would have thought that upon arriving in Westeros, a place considered a desolate backwater in Valyrian records, these idle gods would gather like people at a market?
This made Rayder wonder, have gods become so cheap and common?
However, Rayder didn't let this mood last too long; he quickly adjusted his mindset and cautiously observed his surroundings.
Because he knew that in this unfamiliar environment, any oversight could lead to fatal consequences.
Moreover, since he and Ghidorah could connect through consciousness, Rayder had secretly established contact with Ghidorah's consciousness, preparing to pull it into this scene as well.
After all, if a battle truly broke out, Ghidorah would be more reliable.
Rayder had a clear understanding of his own strength; while he might be stronger than ordinary people, he was far from enough when facing extraordinary beings.
Rayder closed his eyes tightly, concentrating on sensing his surroundings.
He could perceive that everything around him was gradually changing from illusory to real, as if this space was being slowly shaped.
However, Rayder knew very well that this was merely a sensory illusion.
In fact, the place he was currently in was an entirely illusory space created by the other party.
Just then, Rayder suddenly felt a powerful will connect with his mind.
He immediately realized that this was Ghidorah's consciousness, and it was ready to enter this space at any time.
The hint of panic that had just surged in Rayder's heart instantly dissipated, replaced by a sense of calm and confidence.
He knew that as long as Ghidorah was by his side, he would be safe.
Rayder looked around and found that no one else had appeared in this illusory space yet.
He was not in a hurry; after all, if the host wasn't in a hurry, why should he, a guest, be anxious?
Furthermore, based on previous experience, the existence of this illusory space represented a potential drain on the other party.
Although Rayder didn't know how long this space could be maintained, he wasn't short on time when there was no danger.
So, Rayder began to calm down and carefully observe the surrounding statues and reliefs.
These artworks were all exquisitely crafted, with every detail showcasing the creator's superb skill.
The more Rayder looked, the more he found it interesting, even using the sword in his hand to modify parts he wasn't satisfied with, just to pass the time.
If one were to ask what a person would do when extremely bored, then looking at what Rayder was currently doing would provide the answer.
Before him stood seven statues, each lifelike, yet somehow a little off.
The central statue, though clearly depicting a middle-aged man, sported a long beard, which Rayder found awkward no matter how he looked at it.
So, he decided to kindly help the statue trim its beard.
After some "careful trimming," the statue's beard became patchy and looked very strange.
However, Rayder was very satisfied with his "masterpiece."
Next, Rayder's gaze fell on the scales. They were empty; how could that be?
He thought, this doesn't meet his aesthetic standards. So, he decided to add something to the scales.
Then he looked at the statue of the Crone, whose face was frighteningly wrinkled.
Rayder felt this wouldn't do; he had to smooth out those wrinkles a bit to make the Crone look younger.
And that hunchback, it was too ugly; it definitely had to be straightened.
Then came the statue of the Mother; Rayder felt she lacked some radiance.
He examined it carefully and found the Mother's face a bit plain, so he decided to add some brilliance to her face to make her look more sacred.
And the statue of the Smith, the belly fat showing was really unsightly.
Rayder unhesitatingly went to work, transforming the belly fat into firm abs.
As for the statue of the Maiden, her chest was too flat, as if she were malnourished.
Rayder felt pity and decided to "nourish" her, making her figure more curvaceous.
Afterward, Rayder's gaze fell on the statue of the Warrior.
The sword looked too ordinary, completely lacking a grand feel.
Rayder felt this wouldn't do; how could a warrior's weapon be so common?
So, he modified the sword, making it more mighty and imposing.
Finally, Rayder looked at the statue of the Stranger; its hollow eye sockets made him feel a little uncomfortable.
He thought for a moment and decided it would be better to put two eyes in it.
Thus, Rayder "processed" these seven statues according to his own ideas and aesthetic standards.
If the people of Westeros in reality saw Rayder's actions, they would probably be furious enough to fight him to the death.
After all, such blasphemy against the Seven would surely provoke a large crowd to angrily shout, "The Seven above!"
Then they would unhesitatingly draw their knives against Rayder, to prove their piety and faith in the Seven.
Even before the actual fight began, they would loudly proclaim, "Under the witness of the Seven!" as if this would grant them strength and courage from the Seven.
However, Rayder, with his values from his previous life, completely disdained such so-called faith.
In his view, the so-called gods in this world were nothing more than powerful beings with special powers who controlled the laws.
If he were just an ordinary mortal, perhaps he wouldn't truly believe in gods in his heart, but to avoid unnecessary trouble, he would still go through the motions and follow the crowd, shouting a few slogans.
But the problem was, Rayder himself possessed numerous special abilities, and even had a powerful cheat system.
In such circumstances, he naturally wouldn't bother with those ethereal things, not even bothering to pretend.
For him, strength was the most important thing; everything else was fleeting.
And the Seven, who had been silently observing Rayder all this time, could only helplessly shake their heads repeatedly.
He truly couldn't understand these current people; why did they show no respect for an elder like him?
However, through their observation of Rayder just now, the Seven had more or less understood his personality: very unconstrained.
Since that was the case, perhaps it was time to meet him and have a good talk.
The Seven slowly pushed open the old and heavy church doors, and with a creak, he stepped into this mysterious space.
Upon entering, his gaze was immediately drawn to the scene before him—Rayder was standing in front of a giant skull statue, intently stuffing rounded beads into the skull statue's eye sockets.
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