Era of Life, Island of Hope.
In the southwest of the central part of the Island of Hope, there is an uninhabited desert. The most splendid altar for worshipping gods once stood here. It was a place of pilgrimage for all the members of the Sanwu tribe. However, in the vicissitudes of history, the traces of faith were slowly weathered into handfuls of yellow earth, mixed into the endless yellow sand, and no trace can be found anymore.
Only huge ruins remain towering among the rolling yellow sands, providing a little protection for the poor people who strayed into them, reminding the world that the previous generation of civilization has come to an end, and explaining to all living beings what historical loneliness is.
A wandering tribe struggled here and stayed here for a few days because of the sandstorm outside.
They thought this was just a small episode on the road to survival, but no one expected that the fate of the tribe would change from here.
One day during their stay here, a child from the tribe was playing and digging sand under a huge stone pillar, but he accidentally dug through the ground and fell into a sand hole with a scream.
Upon hearing the noise, other tribesmen rushed to dig sand to rescue them, but when they dug up the stone slabs under their feet and found a hidden secret room inside, everyone was stunned.
The chief of this tribe also came here. No one knew his name, but everyone called him Golba, which was the name inherited from the previous chief.
He was a wise old man, his face full of the vicissitudes of life he had experienced in this era. He recognized at a glance that this was the place where the Uma criminals had stayed, because there were clearly strings of dead babies hanging in the dark room, which were now swaying left and right due to the wind and sand outside as they were exposed to the sun again.
Golba knew very well that in this era he could not survive without the protection of faith, but this ethnic group was not a branch exiled by a big tribe, but a tribe formed by countless beggars spontaneously gathering together.
They also want to be blessed by faith, but they have no way to attract His attention.
But now, the opportunity seems to have come.
He encouraged his people to take up arms and kill these dead babies to punish sinners on behalf of the Birth, thus attracting His attention with this act of dedication.
But some members of the tribe had heard about the sinners of Umma, and they were afraid, terrified and resisted the orders of the tribe leader. They felt that even if they could not gain His attention, they should not incur His wrath. These sinners of Umma were obviously atonement, and if they were killed at this time, God knew whether He would be happy or angry.
But they all misunderstood Golba's intention. Punishing the sinners for [Birth] was just an excuse. What he really wanted to do was to kill these Uma people, steal their umbilical cord blood shackles, disguise the entire tribe as new Uma people, and then go to the northern grasslands to beg for the protection of the Ulun herdsmen.
Only in this way can they survive safely in this era where it is impossible to survive without faith.
"But this is also a blasphemous act, Chief!" the tribesmen retorted.
Goerba laughed loudly:
"If blasphemy can keep my people alive just like worshipping God, then what does it matter if I blaspheme God?
Besides, when we 'inherit' these shackles, aren't we atonement for our sins?"
This sentence touched these poor people who had no faith and just wanted to survive. So in this former pilgrimage site of the Three Wu tribes, in the secret room of the last Uma people, Golba led his people to slaughter the last of the Uma bloodline.
Everyone picked up the umbilical cord blood shackles on the ground, with hope of life in their eyes.
At this moment, when the blood of the Uma criminals flowed over the feet of the Golba people and the remaining limbs of the Uma criminals rubbed against the lips and teeth of the Golba people, Golba suddenly felt a flash before his eyes, and a charred baby fell from the air out of thin air!
As soon as the crying baby landed on the ground, blood splashed all over Golba's head and face. He was stunned by this incredible scene, but soon he suddenly woke up, knelt on the ground and worshiped the baby, and shouted with all his strength:
“He gave the Child, He looks upon us!
He who gave the Child, my people, has watched over us!"
The fear on the tribesmen's faces was instantly frozen. They looked at each other, and then soon broke into thunderous cheers!
Everyone embraced each other in joy, knelt down to worship, and shed tears of gratitude. They just felt that under the leadership of Golba, they finally won the mercy of [Birth] and became a group that was watched by Him in this era.
After the frenzy of joy, several devout tribesmen knelt forward and knelt beside Golba, boldly looking at this God-given holy child, but asked with inexplicable trepidation:
“He’s a baby boy….
Patriarch, what should we call him?
How should we raise him?"
Golba crawled forward two trembling steps, washed the burnt black stains on the baby's body with the blood of the sinners of Uma, and then stared at the strange yet charming eyes with burning eyes, and mustered up the courage to give this God-given holy baby a name.
"Golba, from today on, he is the new Golba of our tribe!"
So on this day, this group of people who were begging for survival once again welcomed their new patriarch, an unexpected, God-given holy baby.
The Holy Child born.
Little Gerba is very easy to raise. He never cries or acts naughty. All he does every day is laugh or stare blankly in a certain direction.
Over time, Golba, who temporarily took over the power of the patriarch, felt that the direction the Holy Infant was looking at might be the guidance of the true God, so he resolutely decided to change his route. He no longer went to the north to seek the protection of the Ulun people, but headed in the direction the Holy Infant was looking at, to find His guidance.
And so, they turned, dragging along all the secret treasures and relics looted from Uma's secret room.
After a long time, this tribe entered the territory of the Dol Federation and, under the guidance of the Holy Child, knocked on the gate of Dolgod.
At that time, the Church of Divine Education was ruled by a leader of the Uda bloodline. When he saw the umbilical cord blood shackles in the hands of this tribe, out of a sense of closeness as an ancient blood relative and kindness that outsiders could not fathom, he let these people into the city and settled them down.
It was also in Dolgod that little Golba grew up.
He had a joyless childhood and was a quiet man growing up, but his people were very tolerant. After all, he was a holy child sent by God, and he guided them to live a stable life, so everyone in the tribe respected him, loved him, and obeyed his orders.
Until one day, the leader of the Uda bloodline questioned them about why they did not continue to atone their sins and proposed to set up a confession house for blasphemy. Only then did this tribe realize that stealing the identities of Uma sinners was not without a price. The price was that in order for the tribe to live a stable life in the city, they had to continue to atone their sins to Him like the Uma sinners.
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