After working for God for the past year, Hao Ren summed up his experience: everything related to Raven 12345 always had a weird side to it. Her goddess look was all a result of special effects. The smartest way to deal with the goddess was not to harp on the details. Whatever new gadget she made, you just had to use it and not ask questions, then you would be fine. If you had to agonize over the details, you would be guaranteed a place in the sanatorium by the time you were 30...
Such was the goddess who seemed to have a bunch of followers. It had to be difficult for the pope and bishops who were working for the goddess, because extraordinary writing skills and exceptional adaptability to embellish Raven 12345 would be required. One always needed to take Raven's word with a pinch of salt—so Hao Ren never intended to start a cult or anything to worship the neurotic being. He knew his conscience and sense of logic did not allow this to happen...