Deserted area, church.
In the quiet temple, Lisa, who was the first to arrive here, carefully wiped the long laurel branch that the "prophet" had once leaned on with a white handkerchief.
——This is something that Your Majesty has used!
She was a little excited in her heart, and then she continued her daily work with dignity - making sacrificial vestments in the style of His Majesty's robes for the people who came here.
Fortunately, there was a little girl whose talent was to turn other materials into cloth - although it was strange - it solved their urgent problem.
Winter is coming after all.
But they cannot rely on His Majesty for everything, that would be too disrespectful.
Besides... His Majesty had just awakened, and had obviously done too much for them. As a god, he came to the world as a mortal, so there must be a corresponding price.
She once saw by chance that the beam above His Majesty's head broke without any warning.
However, His Majesty is His Majesty after all. He seemed to have expected it. He stopped just before the fatal beam broke, his expression did not change at all, and then walked over very calmly.
——Your Majesty is taking the blame on their behalf.
Lisa thought belatedly.
——Therefore, not only should they not cause him more trouble that is clearly within their ability, but they should also offer him the only and most sincere faith they have.
Just as she was thinking this, Lisa saw a figure with a particularly special temperament appear silently in the temple.
When she came to her senses, the other person had already come in front of her, gave her a very faint smile, and then walked towards the stained glass door.
"Well done."
An ethereal voice appeared in her mind.
Lisa: “……!!!”
Your Majesty! You praised me——!!
She was screaming like a crazy marmot in her heart, and she was about to shout out "I'll give everything for you", but the respect in her heart and the other person's strong divinity stopped her. At the last moment, she tried her best to remain reserved, and finally saw the person behind His Majesty.
Lisa, who had also experienced suffering, understood something and handed her a newly made vestment with a smile.
“Welcome to join us.”
She blinked:
"Perhaps, you would like to know more about our great god, the merciful Majesty?"
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"Boss, this is it."
The scarred man said to James seriously: "I saw More landed in this church."
James looked at the building in front of him, which had become sacred and magnificent in just a few days. Amazement and shock flashed across his eyes, and he even wanted to take a step back involuntarily.
But thinking of his daughter who had just awakened her talent and whose body was disabled, he gritted his teeth and went straight forward to push open the door.
Before his hand could touch the door, the stained glass door opened to both sides.
James was stunned.
He knew that he should be alert, but for some reason, here, it seemed as if his thoughts and mood became peaceful and tranquil involuntarily.
——On both sides of the open glass door, there stood a barefoot girl wearing a simple white robe of a style never seen before.
The white robe had only silver piping on it, which looked simple and comfortable, yet it inexplicably exuded an indescribable sacredness.
The two girls seemed to be twins, both with black hair and soft lake green eyes, each holding a bouquet of golden oracle flowers.
The girl on the left said, "His Majesty is aware of your arrival, James."
The girl on the right said, "Your daughter is in the center of the temple."
Seeing this scene, the big man behind James was stunned.
...Is this still the ordinary person he knew, who was weak, extremely thin and resentful?
He suddenly remembered a rare sober moment when Mol heard their discussion and said something very light:
"If they can live an easy life without having to work hard and scheme every day just to survive, they can also be tolerant and gentle."
...Perhaps More, who is the youngest and often lives in his own world, is actually much more sober than most of their gifted holders.
After calming himself down, the scarred man hesitated for a moment and followed James in.
For some reason, he actually felt somewhat ashamed and embarrassed because of his unkempt appearance and the bloody and violent aura that filled his body.
——However, after entering the church, they found that what they had just seen at the door was just the tip of the iceberg, which was not worth mentioning.
In the center of the holy temple is a spherical sculpture that seems to be floating for some reason, with clean and clear water flowing underneath it.
People wearing similar but different holy robes came and went quietly, with a look of happiness and gentleness that was rarely seen in the wilderness. They sang, played games, wove clothes, and tended flowers and plants, but it did not seem messy. Instead, it was more peaceful and tranquil besides being holy.
Anyone who comes here for the first time will inevitably have this thought:
...Is this really the human world?
At this moment, a figure whose clothes looked slightly more complicated than the others appeared in the distance.
James originally thought that the owner of this place had come, but when he raised his eyes, he blurted out in surprise: "...Mo Er?!"
——A blonde girl came towards him. She had eyes as clear as oracle flowers, legs as smooth as laurel branches, and wings as pure white as doves.
Her eyes were filled with longing and admiration for a person, and she seemed to have been reborn.
"You are... More?" James' voice was trembling: "Your eyes..."
"Your Majesty turned the oracle flower into my eyes."
"Your legs...?"
"Your Majesty turned the laurel tree into my legs."
"Then your wings—"
"Your Majesty placed his hand on my wing, and it was completely reborn."
James was completely speechless.
He stared blankly at his daughter, who was completely different from what he remembered after such a short time. After a moment, he managed to say, "...You have become very beautiful, Mol. There is... a layer of divinity in you."
Mo Er shook his head gently: "I am not even one ten-thousandth as good as Your Majesty."
She looked at James: "I didn't tell you that I was almost dying, Dad. I didn't have long to live... I should have died the moment I fell to the ground. It was Your Majesty who saved me."
"He saved my life, and he saved my life."
James never thought that a person who could only see endless despair all day long would become so sincere and crazy for this belief when he tasted hope one day.
He couldn't persuade her back, he thought.
However, for him, isn't this also the hope he has been pursuing?
In the sunlight shining through the stained-glass windows, the man's expression gradually became extremely firm.
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Thirteen days later.
The dusty brown-haired boy finally arrived at the outskirts of the wasteland.
Winter has arrived, and the cold wind from the north is so cold that it hurts people's faces. Even though the brown-haired boy has the advantage of physical fitness, he still feels bad when he is outdoors.
Only those who live here all year round can get used to the merciless cold wind here.
Xia Zuo should have arrived three days ago, but he obviously underestimated his special physique as an event engine and was delayed until now due to various things and crises.
He sighed, and out of the corner of his eye he saw an old man struggling to hold the branches he had picked up in his arms, walking towards his shed which was supported by several large stones. He seemed to be an ordinary man, so he walked up to him without hesitation and asked earnestly from a safe distance, "Excuse me, can I help you?"
Even though there was no one to help him distinguish the truth from the false, and he fell into countless traps along the way, he never gave up helping others because of the possibility of being deceived.
However, he did make some progress, that is, in this special area where people are extremely vigilant, it is best to ask in a safe place before helping.
The old man looked at him cautiously for a few more times, perhaps thinking that he had nothing to gain from others, so he nodded. When Xia Zuo was lifting the branches, he casually asked, "Did you just come from out of town?"
Xia Zuo was stunned for a moment: "Yeah."
The old man said, "I knew it. If you are really a native of the wilderness, people like you who are willing to help others are a rare species."
He coughed twice, as if no one had chatted for a long time. Now that there was finally a kind-hearted outsider following him, he couldn't help but continue: "...But, things have been a little different recently."
"I heard there's a church a little further north... There lives a real god there, who is compassionate and merciful, and even willing to take the punishment for his believers."
He sighed: "What a pity... I'm afraid I won't have the chance to see it before I die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt his sleeve being pulled by someone. The brown-haired boy from another place showed his golden eyes, and those originally calm eyes suddenly seemed to have a dazzling look.
"God?"
He confirmed.
——God.
Yes, there are gods in this world.
After completing what needs to be done, awakening the gods for this world will be his most important task in the future.
Xia Zuo just felt that his brain was a little congested.
His mind told him that this might be some gifted person building up momentum for himself, but his emotions made him unable to help but believe it.
If it's true...
Does this mean that Caesar has a chance to be resurrected?