God Creation

The aircraft slowly descended and finally stopped in the huge square in front of the church.

Mason could hardly see the people around him. Only dense threads occupied his vision. It was like walking among a mess of silk threads. Fortunately, the energy from the vest was continuously released, isolating him from direct contact with the threads.

He pulled his feet out with great difficulty, and walked forward as gracefully as possible. The distance from the square to the church was not far, but Mason was sweating profusely.

[I’m so tired. Something bad will happen if I touch these threads.]

[How far is it? My domain fits in well with this place, and it's very difficult to control.]

[Is coming here really the right choice? But you have to pay a price to know the truth. ]

[I feel something is wrong. I can't control my thoughts. It seems like something is spying on my thoughts.]

Confused thoughts kept flashing through his mind, but Mason forcibly cut them off. He tried his best to keep his mind empty to prevent himself from accidentally revealing something that shouldn't be sensed. When he stepped into the church, the people passing by were all wrapped in a heavy aura, and through those pairs of eyes, the invisible line of sight fell on the silver-haired young man. Mason's heart skipped a beat, and his steps slowed down.

"This is the holy place where the Pope resides. Those who can come here are all the most devout believers who have gone through various trials and have been bathed in divine grace."

Santo's proud introduction came and went, Mason's eyelashes were sore and sweat dripped down his face. Physiological fear made him nauseous. He turned his head and saw that the priest's face had been covered with a layer of golden silk thread. Only the eyes were empty. Noticing his gaze, Santo's eyes lit up and his voice chattered from under the golden silk thread.

"Next we are going to meet His Holiness the Pope. The place where he is is known as the [Place of God]. It is said that this is one of the two places closest to our Lord. Every Pope will listen to oracles here..."

His voice gradually melted into the gold, turning into a strange surging sound. The silver-haired young man withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, trudging through the golden threads with one foot deep and one foot shallow. When he finally arrived at his destination, Mason raised his head and stared at the eight creatures in front of the steps.

They looked similar to Santo, with a layer of gold threads covering their faces. They should also be clergymen. Following their faces, Mason moved his gaze to the platform. Sitting on the luxurious throne was a figure made entirely of golden threads, with a huge outline behind it like a sun. It... He spoke, his voice as childish as a child: "It's nice to meet you, Son of God Canaan."

The wriggling golden threads slowly approached him as if to engulf him. This should be an extremely terrifying scene, but Mason could not think of running away. The intimacy and yearning continued to grow. If it were not for Canaan's own strength, Mason felt that he would kneel down within a few seconds of the original body coming.

One of the passive abilities of [Heaven], its owner has extremely high affinity, and people in it cannot have any ill will towards its activeness, and will gradually be influenced by it and become believers. In the realm of the Lord of All Things, this characteristic is fully demonstrated.

The golden figure sitting on the throne stood up and slowly walked towards him. Mason glanced at the clergy beside him and saw that they all retreated. The golden lines on their faces shone brightly, making people almost cry.

"I am the spokesman of our Lord, the Pope."

The golden figure stopped in front of Mason. He did not introduce himself by name, and his voice was gentle and kind.

"In the days before the Black Mist, you would have been greeted with strife and celebration. But now, only the Lord is alive. Therefore, I will greet you."

"The Lord is pleased with your birth, child."

Facing the young man's cold eyes, the figure turned around and stepped onto the stairs without caring: "I know you have a lot of questions, come with me."

Mason followed his steps, and the two stopped in front of the "sun" behind the seat. As they got closer, Mason realized that it was actually a statue.

"This is the seal of our Lord." The Pope's voice was ethereal. "After the death of the previous Son of God, our Lord placed the seal on us and lost contact with us for a long time. We thought it was a punishment from our Lord, but one hundred and twenty years ago, our Lord suddenly contacted us again, and we learned the truth."

"This is all the conspiracy of the Monster Lord."

"He killed the Son of God because the path we are on is a huge threat. My Lord paid a lot for this path, so he had to fall into a deep sleep. But the power of the Monster Lord invaded my Lord's domain with the help of the Son of God's [Heaven] and sealed him in a deep sleep. Although my Lord tried his best to get in touch with us, in order to unlock the seal, the Son of God must wake my Lord up."

Mason finally figured it out: "So you need me to wake Him up. What is the way?"

"It is the way to save this world. Ever since the black fog spread, countless people have been looking for a way to dispel it. Under the protection of our Lord, we have found a truly feasible path."

"That means creating a new pantheon!"

"The gods have the power to fight pollution. As long as the gods return, under their protection, humans can clean up a suitable land again. Fight pollution and return to the dawn before the black fog!"

"It's not so easy to create a god."

Mason, who had read those history books, was no stranger to gods. In the myths, the world was originally a chaos, until the world tree sprouted and grew, and then humans and gods appeared.

There are countless records about the birth of gods, but most of them are born naturally. For example, the Moon Goddess was born in the first rays of moonlight, and together with the Dark Goddess, she brought peace to the world. Even though there are records about people becoming gods, without exception, they are all legendary heroes that are hard to come by in thousands of years.

Whether it is to become a god or to create a god, it is extremely difficult. Not to mention replicating the grand scene of the gathering of gods before the black mist. Faced with doubts, the Pope did not deny: "Indeed, creating a god is an extremely difficult process. But it is not impossible. In other words, only in today's world can gods be created."

"Because destiny can be controlled, all we have to do is choose the future in which you can become a god."

This earth-shattering statement made people's scalps numb. The Pope did not pretend to be confused and explained: "Destiny is like a road with countless forks, each fork leads to a different ending. In the era before the black fog, people needed to sacrifice to the goddess of luck and get her guidance to see the future clearly. Before the fall, she made a final prophecy."

"There is no future in this world anymore!"

"In his eyes, the World Tree has been polluted, and the countless futures of this world have collapsed. The number of possibilities has been greatly reduced, so we are able to create gods."

Just like controlling the variables in an experiment box, the fewer variables there are, the easier it is to achieve the result. Seeing that Mason understood what he meant, the Pope continued.

"First, we need a germ, that is, the Son of God, a mortal with the potential to become a god. And the first prerequisite for becoming the Son of God is--"

The transparent plant next to the young man emitted a faint glow, and Mason continued, "There must be a [Heaven]."

"You are right. The previous Son of God's path to godhood was cut off at the last step, and he failed to ignite the divine fire and become a god. The threat of the Monster Lord is too great, and we must let our Lord wake up before we can fight him. No matter which goal we want to achieve, we need to complete four stages."

The silver-haired young man asked back, "Then how do you resist the attack of the Monster Lord? Since He came last time, He will certainly come this time as well."

"As long as we don't enter the fourth stage, we won't attract His attention. Before that, we will find a way."

The answer is still unknown.

Mason felt like he had stepped into a bottomless pit from which he could never return. He was silent for a moment, then had to succumb to the situation: "I see. So what is the first stage?"

"In fact, you have already completed the first stage. There are four conditions for creating a god. A hero who is admired by the people gathers the hearts of the people, creates great achievements that are unprecedented in the world, and after gaining the favor of a certain god, he ignites the divine fire step by step."

"The symbol of the first stage is [Heaven]. The previous Son of God was born in a town polluted by black fog and witnessed the tragic scene after the pollution. He swore to be the enemy of the black fog from then on. He worked hard and saved countless people. He was regarded as a man gifted by God to save the world. When people began to worship him spontaneously, all the beliefs gathered together, prompting his power to transform into [Heaven]. After he possessed [Heaven], he became the Son of God."

"Its existence means you have taken the first step. We can help you become stronger, but no one can control the essence of the mind. This can only rely on people's recognition, that is, qualifications. Hmm... It's strange to say that the birth of [Heaven] requires many people to follow, but before this, I have never heard of you."

At the end, the Pope's voice was slightly confused. Ya'an was too far away, and he had not received the message from the Noble Association. But the Pope did not stop there: "The next step is the second stage, creating a great achievement that is unprecedented in the world, and it is a proof."

"Gods are powerful beings recognized by the world, and they must make corresponding contributions to gain recognition. In the era before the Black Mist, each god had to leave his or her name on the leaves of the World Tree."

"The World Tree records the changes of everything. Each leaf is the embodiment of destiny. Leaving your name on a leaf means leaving a mark in the history of the world and being remembered by people. This is also the most intuitive test."

"But now, the World Tree has been polluted. You can only make substantial changes to history by doing practical things. For the new Son of God, we have already prepared various ritual materials."

Golden threads wrapped in human shapes flowed into the air, each one gleaming brightly. They intertwined to form a seemingly plain-looking linear symbol, with a hammer held high that looked like it would fit in a steel shop.

"This is a bloody evil church. They are very good at using humans to create pollutants. They call themselves "Craftsmen" and have always been the subject of strict investigation and crackdown by the church. We recently found their new production site, which is very suitable as your first mission. As long as you find out something and uproot them, this incident will definitely be engraved in the trajectory of historical development and become your mark."

Engraved into history, becoming a trace.

These two words flashed through Mason's mind, like a bolt of thunder in a clear sky, suddenly illuminating an idea -

The growth law of the world tree!

When he uses a vest to do things in reality, more and more people believe in the existence of the World Tree Guardian, changing the original development of this world, the World Tree grows faster, and his ability becomes stronger.

This process actually corresponds to what the Pope said. In the final analysis, they are all doing the same thing, that is, using their own hands to change their destiny.

There is no Canaan or Oreius in history, nor does the Land of the Stars exist. It is a figment of Mason's imagination. When people recognize it to a certain extent, this record will appear in the vein of the World Tree, and it will become a truth lost in history. That is, the present changes the past.

The Craftsmen might not have perished, but the Church chose to destroy them in order to create God. When they made the decision, the future had already changed. This is changing the future from the present.

And creating gods is the ultimate body that changes countless futures. There is only one future for them - that is the future in which they become gods!

This is why the church believes that it can create gods. The Pope is right. In an era when alien races are thriving and gods still exist, it is impossible for them to create gods artificially. Only in this era when there are only humans and monsters left can the church succeed by controlling the variables to the minimum.

Mason, who had figured this out, turned to ask, "The Church has been trying to eradicate them for so long without success. Why do you think I can definitely eradicate the Craftsmen?"

The golden thread flowed back to the human figure, and the Pope laughed in a child's voice, "This is related to a secret among the high-level bloodline people. I will tell you when you complete this task. Go outside to find Santo, he will arrange the rest."

The silver-haired young man nodded silently and walked down the platform alone. Just as he was about to open the door, he heard a voice from behind him again.

"By the way, if you don't feel comfortable here, you can accept the Lord's realm. This is something you can only do in the third stage, but at least now, it will make you feel more comfortable."

Mason was stunned for a moment, then turned around subconsciously. The golden figure had sat back on the throne, and it was hard to tell what his expression was like.

"I will."

After he answered, he raised his hand and pushed the door open. The figure waiting at the door came forward, the golden lines on his face glittering, exuding a happy breath: "You are back, Lord Shenzi, I will take you to your room next."

"Excuse me."

The silver-haired young man spoke in a gentle tone. The building was covered with soft golden lines, so he couldn't tell the directions at all. He had to rely on Santo to lead him. After finally arriving at the place, Mason used the excuse that he was hungry and sent Santo to bring him food. When he was the only one left in the room, he looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then let go of control, tentatively accepting these ubiquitous golden lines.

Although these threads are dangerous, if he wants to join the church, he must stay here for a long time, and he can't always be hostile to the threads. If there are problems, it won't harm the entity, and the Pope doesn't seem to have any bad intentions, so he might as well try to accept them.

Endless energy tides spread along with the perception of the domain, almost completely covering his domain. The same golden color was stained in the azure pupils, and Mason finally found his balance. The external energy was far more powerful than his own, as gentle as a mother, as tall as a father, and as close yet distant as the breeze blowing past his ears.

Following the endless silk thread, he finally saw the surrounding furnishings clearly, saw the entire Arctic city bathed in the silk thread, and saw the smiles and joy on everyone's face.

At the same time, he also saw that at the end of the bundle of threads, the stone statue that shone like the sun was covered with huge and fierce chains. There was only a tiny crack at the edge, and all the threads were sticking out from there.

Canaan's energy flowed into the silk thread, and the sacred statue, which was sealed layer by layer, seemed to sense it. The golden silk thread moved lightly without wind, and vibrated a subtle sound. Mason listened carefully, but could not recognize the meaning. He could only regretfully withdraw his perception and turned to walk to the door.

The door lock turned with a small sound. Santo, who was standing at the door, was about to knock when he saw that the door in front of him was opened in advance.

Mason stepped aside to let him in, smelling the wonderful aroma of food. He closed the door and said casually, "The Pope asked me to ask you about the Craftsman."

"Are you responsible for the task of eliminating the [Craftsmen]?" Santo put the plate on the table and looked surprised. "Basil and I were in charge of this matter before. It is related to a city controlled by the church. It is said that there are [Leprechaun Pika] there."