Plane Store: I rely on five-star reviews to become rich and live forever

The scorching sun shines through the church's towering stained glass windows, casting mottled shadows on the ground, as if God's palette had been overturned.

Inside the spacious and bright church, the tall dome is painted with classic scenes from biblical stories, with delicate brushstrokes and bright colors, as if those holy images will walk out of the murals at any time.

The angel Lyra has long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall. She is wearing a white robe and a pair of huge wings spread out behind her. Each feather emits a soft halo.

Her face was delicate and holy, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a smile of compassion for all living beings.

Bishop Ford stood before Lyra and praised God and the angels in a rhythmic tone:

“Thanks to the merciful Lord and the respected Lady Lyrilla for coming to our ignorant land and bringing us light and hope!

"Because the people in the territory pray devoutly every day, more and more people have the talent for light magic. Currently, there are more than 1,600 junior knights and junior priests in the city."

After he finished his report, Lyrella's smile grew softer, "Ford, you did a great job."

She raised her right hand and gently touched Ford's forehead with her fingertips. A warm holy light flowed out from her fingertips and poured into Ford's body.

"Congratulations, Ford, you have become the first intermediate magic professional in the territory. Among so many people, you have the best talent, which shows that your faith is the most firm."

Ford knelt on one knee in front of Lyra without being bothered by the fame or disgrace.

"I am where I am today because of the light. I am willing to give everything I have for God and for Lady Lyrella."

His voice echoed in the empty church, sounding particularly solemn and sacred.

The sunlight shines through the stained glass windows, onto the two of them, enveloping them in a sacred glow.

However, this harmonious and beautiful picture was soon broken by a loud noise.

"Get out of the way, you lackeys of the church! I want to see Mistress Lyrella! I want to file a complaint against Ford!"

"Ford, this greedy vampire! He deceived us! He said that as long as we donate enough money, we can receive the blessing of God and gain the talent of light magic!"

"But we have lost everything! The relief food donated by those so-called wealthy businessmen has gone moldy and is inedible! We are almost starving to death!"

"Ford is a liar! He is not qualified to be a bishop!"

Angry roars exploded outside the church like thunder, tearing apart the hypocrisy behind the light and exposing it to the world.

The smile on Ford's face froze instantly. He tried his best to explain himself in a less rude manner, but his speech speed involuntarily increased:

"Lord Lyra, please listen to my explanation. The believers were too fanatical. They were greedy for power, so they did not measure their ability and spent all their wealth..."

As he spoke, he secretly observed Lyra's expression.

However, Lyra still looked compassionate, as if the angry roars outside had not reached her ears at all.

Ford's voice trailed off.

He found that although Lyra's smile was beautiful, it was as empty as an exquisite doll, and her stereotyped expression did not convey any warmth.

He suddenly realized that what he said was not what the other party wanted to hear.

Ford quickly changed his words, looking annoyed: "Lord Lyrella, I was wrong. I failed to manage the church's security. Please punish me."

She looked down at him, her voice soft but with a hint of indifference: "The man outside committed laziness and jealousy, two of the seven deadly sins.

“He wants to trade food for talent that doesn’t exist, which is lazy.

"He accuses you, the bishop, of having too much, and it's jealousy.

"My wisest Ford, do you understand?"

Ford swallowed.

He didn't expect that this holy angel had more crooked ideas than him...

Ford silently recalled the contents of the seven deadly sins, raised his head cautiously, and asked Lyra tentatively: "What about... greed?"

Lyra lowered her eyes slightly, stared at Ford, and spoke slowly: "To be overly keen on seeking superiority in money and power is greed."

Ford swallowed and asked, "What is excessive?"

Lyra's smile seemed to have a little more warmth at this moment: "When the value of a person is lower than what he possesses, God... will balance everything."

Ford didn't know why, but he was sweating profusely even though the other party was not referring to anyone's greed.

He quickly lowered his head and replied respectfully, "Yes."

In the Phantom Winery, the lights are dim, and the constantly changing scenes on the screen illuminate the audience's faces.

The store didn't have the usual succubus music, but it wasn't deserted. Instead, the discussions were as noisy as watching a football game.

The divine guests here are discussing the "value" of angels.

"As expected of the angels that the Creator God likes to use the most, they are decisive and quick in their actions. They killed dozens of city lords right at the start."

"Only by killing a few people can we liberate hundreds of thousands of people. This efficiency is as trustworthy as ever. Unfortunately, the angels and I have a very bad compatibility. As a dark god like me, I can only rent a few black dragons to help."

"Angels generally have very low emotional abilities, and are creatures that are infinitely close to the thinking of gods. You see, even if they allow their subordinates to be corrupt, they can still save more people. It saves time and effort, and is a wise choice."

"It's not surprising that the angels will win, since their opponents are just a bunch of ordinary people and monsters."

Although there are many monsters who have cultivated to the level of demon gods and can call the wind and rain and protect the land, they are still not worth mentioning in the eyes of the professional gods who govern these planes.

"After all, he is a little god who came from the people. He only sees a small piece of land in front of him. He is complacent after saving a child or a small village.

"Don't you think about it? At their speed, what will happen if they make everyone in their territory rich?

"There are still millions of NPCs in dire straits around the world. This is a big taboo in plane governance."

The other guests laughed and echoed, "That's right, from God's perspective, we must consider the overall situation and follow the law and order."

"Tonight's match is clearly a professional vs. wild match."