Foolish Game of the Gods

I have two principles as a human being:

1. Never lie.

2. Never believe anything anyone says, including myself.

“Sir, I must point out that your second principle contradicts the ...

Chapter 275 God’s savior, or a desperate madman?

The old patriarch looked at everyone's expressions as he spoke, until he felt that these outsiders were calm and composed, and seemed not surprised by the current situation of the mushroom-footed people. Then he continued with some excitement:

“But we don’t hold grudges because He is forgiving!

We knew that sooner or later He would forgive us and bring the entire tribe back to the surface rainforest.

We have waited for this day for too long. The long wait makes us tired. Generation after generation of our people have lived here to atone for their sins but have never received any oracle from the gods, until today...

Until today! "

The old patriarch suddenly became excited. He could no longer suppress his speculation and imagination. He looked at Hong Lin with burning eyes and said word by word with red eyes:

"Until today you came!

You are a stranger from another land whom I have not seen for hundreds of years, a fellow countryman blessed by [prosperity], and a messenger of Him who brought the oracle of forgiveness...”

There were three paragraphs in total, and the old patriarch's tone changed from exciting to expectant, and then to cautious.

The more he spoke, the less confident he became, because he had been waiting for Hong Lin to respond to him, even an encouraging smile, but the frowning Chosen God of Prosperity had no idea how to respond to him.

So the indifference of the "messenger of God" frightened the old patriarch.

He didn't know whether Hong Lin was the divine messenger he was waiting for, but he knew that he didn't have much time left to wait.

So today, when the tribe met a stranger for the first time in hundreds of years, he asked pleadingly with tears in his eyes and trembling body:

"You...are you?"

It turns out that this group of mushroom-footed people regarded me as a divine messenger who came to liberate them. No wonder they were so enthusiastic at the beginning, and no wonder they kept leading the conversation to the history of the mushroom-footed people...

Hong Lin had a complicated expression. She couldn't answer this question because she didn't even want the identity of God's Chosen One, let alone consider herself as an illusory messenger of God.

In contrast to the other teammates, Zuoqiu was writing furiously, Hunter closed his eyes, and Yanou remained silent.

In this tribe of poor people who are looking forward to prosperity, silence arrives before prosperity.

The expectant mushroom people in the house were nervously waiting for a result, but they didn't expect that what they were waiting for was the arrival of [silence].

Who wouldn’t understand seeing this scene?

They were only isolated from the world, not from wisdom. The silence at the scene had already revealed the result: this stranger who had entered the tribe for the first time in hundreds of years was not His messenger.

If this is the case, then the so-called oracle of forgiveness has naturally never descended upon the mushroom-foot tribe.

The hopes in the hearts of the mushroom people in the house suddenly disappeared, and the ripples in their hearts seemed to be shrouded in cold mist and frozen in an instant. They looked at the silent stranger in front of them in disbelief, and their expressions became more lost and desperate.

The same is true for the old patriarch.

He was a little anxious, but he couldn't control his anxiety.

And now, anxiety has turned into disappointment.

The result that the Fungus-Footed Man had been waiting for hundreds of years seemed to be far from coming, and the young people behind him finally couldn't help but shed tears.

Crying and wailing helplessly.

But just as this hopeful meeting turned into a disappointing scene, and the light in the old patriarch's eyes dimmed, a fate weaver who "knew how to fix fate" suddenly stood up. He stepped forward and moved in front of Hong Lin, then smiled very warmly and said to the old patriarch:

“All things grow and flourish.

Our great benefactor, [Prosperity], has already sensed your sincere repentance, and therefore sent the two of us here to bestow upon you a new oracle.

The silence just now is the final test for you.

When hope disappeared, you did not feel resentful, nor did you vent your anger on strangers, nor did you give up on yourselves and betray your faith, so you passed the test.

His people, lift up your heads and tell me, what is your name?

After hearing this, the old patriarch's body shook violently. He raised his head and looked at Cheng Shi in disbelief, his eyes filled with astonishment and shock. He seemed to be wondering why the person who said this was Cheng Shi, and not Hong Lin, who was holding the [Prosperity] skill next to him.

However, within a second he understood. Although the "young man" who was speaking did not feel the power of "prosperity", he took out a branch that exuded a strong breath of life!

The old patriarch and the mushroom-footed people behind him suddenly widened their eyes, because they saw the supreme [prosperity] in this young sprout!

Baptism of new life!

Cheng Shi took out the baptism of new life and held it in his palm without knowing when. At this moment, he looked like a "Buddha who saves the world", with one hand across his body and the other holding a "purifying bottle and willow". If this posture was put in the reality before the game, any tourists who didn't look carefully would have to come over and bow to him.

The old patriarch did not know any "Bodhisattva". He only knew that the person standing in front of him was surrounded by brilliant light and exuded a divine aura from head to toe!

Are they...really messengers of God!?

Silence.....it's all a test!!??

The old patriarch was stunned, the old patriarch realized, the old patriarch believed it!

His body was shaking with excitement, tears of joy welled up in his eyes. He turned around and looked at the young tribesmen who had stopped wailing. He immediately bowed down devoutly and prostrated himself on the ground, crying with joy:

“Aluvei, your pious people are called Aluvei!

Praise [prosperity]!

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