The church stands frozen in time in the capital, like an exquisite sculpture, like a towering and magical mountain. People listen to the melodious church bells, recite scriptures, feel the warmth of the sun in their hearts, and pray for the favor of fate.
For some reason, Wu Yu felt a powerful surge within him, as if the softest part of his heart had been awakened by divine light. Perhaps it was a feeling of being moved, or perhaps it was an emotion that could only be experienced firsthand.
"Tsk"
Wu Yu clicked his tongue slightly, his mental sea surging, a murderous aura rushing straight to his brain, instantly destroying the peaceful feeling. Standing at the entrance of the main hall, his gaze passed over the surging heads in front of him and settled on the statue with the blurred human face.
This was his first time visiting a church, but he lost his fondness for it before even entering. The effect was slight, but the extremely perceptive Wu Yu still noticed it; there was an invisible force influencing people's thoughts.
Only his own consciousness was the last sacred ground in Wu Yu's heart. No matter what the reason, he would never allow anyone to touch it. Even if the other party only wanted to kindly soothe his emotions, Wu Yu would still kill them without hesitation.
Is this the God of Light? The face has been blurred. Is it because no one has ever seen the true form of the god, or is it intentional?
God is a being that Wu Yu cannot understand or imagine. He has never come into contact with God, but just seeing a statue of God makes Wu Yu feel naturally disliked.
This feeling is more like a physiological rejection, but he didn't feel this way in the past, so there can only be one explanation.
"System, tell me, what exactly is this so-called god?" Wu Yu cried out in his heart after a long time.
But Wu Yu waited for a long time without receiving a reply.
Playing dead?
During this period, the system has kept a low profile. As long as Wu Yu doesn't take the initiative to contact it, it won't come out to make its presence known. But refusing to answer Wu Yu's questions is a first for it. At least in the past, it would have said "I don't know".
Wu Yu guessed that the system was deliberately concealing things related to God. He had known for a long time that the system had problems, but as long as he did not break free from his dependence on the system, he would not be able to go against it.
But why bother the system? I'm living a pretty good life now. Once I've squandered the rest of my lifespan, do you think the system can scheme against a dead person?
This is where Wu Yu's laziness lies; he will never intentionally seek trouble for himself.
"Mr. Wu Yu, is there anything I can help you with?" Because Wu Yu had been standing at the door for so long, Yi Fang, who was standing next to him, was in a bit of a dilemma. Finally, she couldn't help but ask.
Wu Yu then came to his senses. Although the church entrance was quite spacious, it was really not a good thing for him to keep blocking the way. Fortunately, the missionaries next to him were all gentle and refined people, so they didn't kick Wu Yu out.
Upon hearing Yi Fang's question, Wu Yu naturally wouldn't utter such treasonous words as "I dislike the God of Light," so he simply withdrew his gaze casually and replied indifferently, "I just think those two angels are well-sculpted, embodying both majesty and holiness."
Yifang then looked over and saw that the six-winged angels flanking the God of Light were holding a sword on one side and a book on the other, symbolizing wisdom and strength. They were all made by the empire's top craftsmen and naturally deserved the title of "excellent." However, the God of Light in the middle was the most revered figure in the church. Why did Wu Yu deliberately avoid talking about him?
Yi Fang couldn't understand it, but being as clever as she was, she naturally wouldn't pry into everything. She just kept this in mind and then asked, "Mr. Wu Yu, shall we go into the hall first?"
"Okay." Wu Yu nodded.
The Church of Light is the state religion, and this is the capital city, so the flow of people here is naturally incomparable to the small church Wu Yu saw in Green Town. However, Yi Fang deliberately chose a time close to lunchtime, so the two of them only had to wait in line for about ten minutes before it was their turn.
“Sir, please begin your prayer,” the young pastor guided from the side.
Knowing he couldn't escape, Wu Yu had no choice but to imitate the people in front of him, putting his hands together in front of his chest and staring expressionlessly at the blurry statue.
You can pray aloud or silently in your heart.
However, Wu Yu was simply staring blankly. He didn't want to confide in anyone or make any requests. He relied on his own abilities to make a living in this other world, and if he were to make a wish to a god now, he would feel like he had lost.
After a minute of blank staring, Wu Yu felt that the time was about right, so he picked up the gold coin that Yi Fang had just given him and went to the offering hall.
The gold coin hovered above the cave entrance, yet Wu Yu's hand remained firmly in place.
Wu Yu was filled with resentment! He desperately wanted to ask if he could get some change back. If he could pocket the gold coin, wouldn't he be able to live a carefree life for a month? All those delicious foods on the streets of the capital—although Wu Yu usually walked with his eyes straight ahead, he secretly drooled over them.
Thinking back, when has Wu Yu ever mistreated his body? It was all because of poverty that he was forced to do so.
Wu Yu's heart was bleeding as he handed over the money that was already in his hands.
“Sir, God doesn’t care about the amount of offerings, as long as you are sincere,” said the pastor who had been tending the prayer box for several years. He knew the mindset of those who came to pray very well.
Upon hearing this, Wu Yu was displeased. Someone as fond of showing off as him could not tolerate being looked down upon, especially with Yi Fang watching nearby. He simply could not keep the gold coin for himself.
So Wu Yu pretended to be deep in thought and casually asked a question, "I was just wondering, can a god hear the voice of an ordinary human being?"
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