"If you have seen this book, you should thank a god for his mercy that allowed people to record and spread his stories. But not all gods are happy for believers to know his stories, his baseness and ugliness, and his weakness and confusion like that of humans."
The book's opening was intriguing; whether it was a deliberate gimmick by the author or based on real events, it successfully captured his attention and became a source of reading material for him throughout his journey.
Last time, I analyzed the description of the existing gods, specifically the absence of the Child of Night, and concluded that the Goddess of Dreams might have killed Him in order to seize power over the Night.
So, how did the author of this book know the anecdotes of the various gods, given that he was bound by the laws of nature?
Are they all fabricated stories?
"I don't know this book, but what are the things it talks about? I can tell you whether it's true or false, if it happened a thousand years ago," Xiao Tian replied confidently.
Although I can't say it out loud, I can definitely tell if it's true or false.
Phil Gray opened the chapter on the God of Fate, "It records an event involving the God of Fate. He was once very withdrawn? He slept in the River of Fate for thousands of years to avoid contact with other gods..."
"Fake, fake! What autism? It was because He was very weak at the time, and with the loss of his friends, He didn't want to face the world," Xiao Tian retorted, then paused, wondering how he could say such a thing. Was it the constraint of the laws?
Is this something that can be revealed?
It tried to explain in more detail, but the words that came out were just a series of "uh-uh-uh..."
“So, some of it is believable and some is not…” Phil Gray pondered, then asked, “The author of this book believes that the Child of Night is no longer a living god, that He has fallen. Is that true or false?”
"..."
The scales were silent for a moment, then quickly said before the laws could detect it: "Really, uh uh uh..."
Damn it, why can't I say it again?
“Okay.” Phil Gray said with a sigh. He then verified a few more things. Most of the content in the book was indeed true, but it had been embellished by the author and deviated from its original form.
“By the way,” Phil Gray lowered his eyes, “based on your understanding of the God of Fate, if believers pray for divine intervention, will He ignore them?”
"Divine descent? That's not the true form of a god descending, but merely a projection of the god's consciousness onto the body of a believer. Anyone who reaches the level of divine descent can request it. It has nothing to do with whether the god ignores you or not. He doesn't even know you summoned his consciousness. After all, with so many followers at the level of divine descent, how could he possibly ignore this one or that one... Master, back then... ugh..."
Little Tianzhen hated the constraints of this law. It desperately wanted to talk to its master about its time in the divine kingdom, since all its memories came from a thousand years ago.
"What if all His followers fail to receive divine intervention?"
"Then this god might no longer exist? Has it perished?" Xiaotian replied nonchalantly, unaware that the god they were discussing was its former master, the God of Destiny.
Phil Gray frowned slightly. The Extinction should not have disappeared, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to come here from another world.
"He definitely hasn't perished, Xiaotian. I need to tell you something, so don't be sad later..."
Phil Gray told it about the fact that the God of Destiny had never successfully descended in recent years and about the current state of the Church of Destiny.
"Waaaaah, how could this be? How did it turn out like this?" Xiao Tian sobbed violently in his soul space. Although he had prepared himself, he still felt a headache coming on.
"Okay, so what do you think is the reason He stopped descending to earth?"
"I don't know, sob sob, I hope nothing bad has happened to Him? No wonder He threw me into the mortal realm a thousand years ago, no wonder He invited that friend of the goddess to the mortal realm that day..."
"Friends of the Goddess?"
"Ahem, another name for Watton, the god of time and space, mmm mmm..."
“A thousand years ago? You’re probably overthinking it. The Church of Destiny only started to decline in the last hundred years, not that early. It seems like it was around two hundred years ago that the divine descent stopped succeeding. But something might have happened during that time,” Phil Gray pondered.
"No matter what, something must have happened to Him! Waaah, otherwise how could His divine descent have failed? Have similar things happened to other sects?" Xiao Tian said, choking back tears.
"...The Dark Night Cult?"
"..."
The scales of fate seem to be crying even harder.
"Don't worry, He saved me not long ago, so He should be fine," Phil Gray reassured it, telling it about his feat of staring directly at the sun, which finally calmed it down.
"Then why are the gods no longer descending? Something must have happened, sob sob sob, Master, can you go to the divine kingdom soon? The gods may need your salvation?" Xiao Tian asked, sobbing.
“Heh, I also want to go to the divine realm as soon as possible. The divine path or the quasi-god level? It seems a bit far away from me.” Phil Gray shrugged.
Furthermore, he, as a chosen one, is to...save? The gods?
However, Phil Gray fell into deep thought, wondering if this absurd idea was precisely the purpose of his coming to this other world?
No, no, no, it can't be that outrageous.
Wow!
"Wow, that's great!"
Suddenly, cheers erupted in the classroom, and the whole room became noisy. Then, the young followers ran out of the classroom one after another.
Is class over? It shouldn't be this early, right?
Confused, Phil Gray looked to his left at Eli and found the guy fast asleep, slumped over the table, his breathing barely perceptible.
It seems that the higher the level of a Death God's Chosen One, the more he resembles a corpse.
This guy is no longer reliable. He looked at Ernest, who was silent to his right, and asked, "Did you leave get out of class early?"
“No, Your Majesty, the teacher said that an elder of the Dawn will use her sacred object to display the scene of the Dawn Legion destroying the evil cults until those cults are completely wiped out, right in the Great Square. So the teacher said that today we can give the students a day off so that they can witness the real war of faith.” Ernest said expressionlessly, but Phil Gray thought that the teacher must have been very passionate when he said it.
Is the crackdown being broadcast live?
That's interesting, but given that there are only a few cameras on Earth, why would a sacred object be needed here?
So, should we go join the fun?
Eli woke up, stood up, yawned, and noticed a faint black ring around his eyes.
"Of course, but why do you look even more tired the more you sleep? And you have dark circles under your eyes?"
"It's always like this, the more you sleep, the more tired you get, especially when a teacher is singing a lullaby to you in class. I mean, that's how it was when I was in church school... Shall we go?"
“Alright.” Phil Gray nodded, accompanied by Xiao Tian’s sobs in the soul space.
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