"What's wrong?" Vincent asked.
Phil Gray then snapped out of his daze, a slight smile playing on his lips. "It's nothing. I'm leaving now. Maybe I'll be one of your Dawn Cult members tomorrow."
Vincent didn't answer, he closed his eyes, clearly not believing Phil Gray.
The snow outside was falling heavier and heavier. Phil Gray lit the lamp and placed the statue of the Prophet of the Day on the table.
The holy book Vincent gave him was called "The Book of the Day," and it was full of psalms praising the daytime prophet, extolling His mercy, warming the world with sunlight, and extolling His courage, driving away the dead with fire.
But after reading it, Phil Gray didn't feel anything.
Is he really unsuitable to be the chosen one of the day prophets?
That's right, he's a follower of the god of death, and these two gods are said to be enemies.
But he still didn't want to give up, so he took out his previous book, "Tales of the Gods," wanting to learn more about the Day Prophet.
This book describes the Day Prophet more, stating that he is an old man with only one eye, which matches the statue.
His eye is located in the very center and emits a strong light. People call it the sun. When the day prophet opens his eye, the sun rises; when he closes his eye, the sun sets.
Upon reading this, Phil Gray felt it was utterly absurd. Wasn't the sun a star? In this world, it had become the eye of a god!
Since arriving in the world of Vil, although he had witnessed the amazing abilities of various chosen ones and heard the legends of various gods, he still felt that at least in the human world, the alternation of day and night, astronomy and geography were not much different from those on Earth. He never expected that this would completely overturn his imagination.
Is the sun truly His eye?
Phil Gray stared at the statue, its large eyes surrounded by flame-like patterns. Though it was the old prophet of the day, its body was brimming with powerful muscles.
He touched the eyes on the statue.
"Day Prophet, is the sun really your eye? Hmm, do you know what? In my understanding, the sun is a star, mainly composed of hydrogen and helium, relying on internal nuclear fusion to emit enormous energy, emitting light and heat..."
He rambled on about his astronomical knowledge to the statue, as if he had returned to the world he longed for.
However, he knew clearly that he was now in the world of Vil, which was ruled by gods.
He sighed, then found his own actions amusing—he was actually explaining scientific knowledge from his previous life to the statues of gods in this world.
If the gods could hear this, they would be even less likely to make him a chosen one; they might even think he was blaspheming.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt that the eyes of the statue under his hands were a little hot to the touch.
When the statue was placed on the table, sure enough, the eye was glowing.
"Is the god going to condemn me?"
Phil Gray stared at the statue.
Suddenly, an old man's voice rang in my ears, "No, no, what star? The sun is clearly my eye!"
Phil Gray was startled. Was that the voice of the Prophet of the Day?
The voice carried a divine quality unique to gods, as if it were in one's ear, in one's mind, or even on the level of the soul.
"Go, for the sun is different in every world. Listen to the truth about the sun in the world of Will!"
Overwhelmed with excitement, he had truly heard the words of the daytime prophet!
That's great, but listening to the truth about the sun, is that too difficult? Does it mean sending him to heaven?
He rubbed his aching head.
Unless he sees the truth about the sun with his own eyes, even if he has read a hundred books of "Anecdotes of the Gods" and heard countless legends, he will always have a slight doubt about the sun because of his knowledge of Earth.
How can we then know the truth about the sun?
He fell into deep thought until he suddenly remembered his skill – "Eye of Fate".
He used the Eye of Fate on people before, but don't objects have their own destiny?
The same stone can be transformed into a masterpiece by a master craftsman, admired by thousands, or used as a pickling stone by the neighbor's aunt.
Don't they also have their own destiny?
What better way to see the truth than through the eyes of fate?
However, isn't using skills directly at the sun a bit too reckless?
Ahem, if there really is a life-threatening situation, could I take the opportunity to hear the words of the god of death?
Phil Gray hesitated, but he felt that this was the simplest, most convenient, and most effective way. He felt that other methods, such as listening to others' introductions or reading relevant records, would not convince him.
Having made up his mind, he went out into the street.
The snow was already quite thick, and there was almost no one on the streets. He walked by, leaving a trail of footprints.
Fortunately, it was "sunshine snow." As the snowflakes fell, he could still see the warm sunshine, which was milder than usual.
Phil Gray took a deep breath and drew the shape of a flower of destiny in the snow beneath his feet. "Great God of Destiny, for the first time I beg you, I hope you will protect me!"
Then, divine power slowly flowed into his eyes, and he turned his gaze to the sun in the sky, uttering the words, "Eye of Fate!"
The sunlight became dazzling.
Instead of seeing the long river of fate as before, the sun appeared enormous in his eyes, burning with raging flames and emitting blinding light.
What exactly is it like?
His eyes were incredibly sore.
Just then, the sun revealed its true form: a giant eye, a cold and indifferent eye!
It turns out that the sun in the world of Vil really is an eye of the gods!
Phil Gray was mentally shaken. After the giant eye, which was thousands of miles away from him and separated him from the divine realm and the human world, finally broke down and blood seeped from his eyes.
His eyes felt like they were on fire, and he painfully closed them. The pain then spread throughout his body, and blood involuntarily spilled from his mouth. He collapsed onto the snow.
The surrounding snow turned red.
This is really bad! Phil Gray smiled wryly. Even so, he still tried to concentrate and listen for any words of wisdom from the god of death.
But his consciousness was swallowed by darkness, and in the moment before he fell asleep, he did hear a voice, but it was not the voice of the god of death, but the voice of the god of fate, which he had only heard recently.
It was accompanied by a divine sigh, "You are incredibly audacious!"
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