Chapter 89
Of all races, it is easiest for the human race to develop faith. It is simply due to two reasons: being favored, having the utmost respect, or being fooled.
So, rather than wanting to know the reason why faith arises, Al is more curious about what kind of person acquires faith.
I went through the people who I remembered having gained the power of faith, but couldn't find any possible candidates.
Even his colleagues, Abner and Daphne, who were known as messengers of light by the people, helped countless people heal their illnesses in the Holy Light Savior Society, and were sent to various parts of the continent to resolve the troubles caused by plagues and dark creatures... These two priests who worked hard to help others received countless gratitude and respect, but very few people believed in them.
When Al first entered the Vatican, he participated in the salvation meeting hosted by the two of them. People's faith was directed to heaven, and they were making wedding dresses for the God of Light without realizing it.
When Al found that he was more likely to gain faith, he thought it was because he did not mention the God of Light and the people were not confused about the identity of the rescuer. He simply believed that faith would be born when gratitude and worship reached a certain level.
But many years later he discovered that the other strong people he knew, the kind who hated evil and often acted chivalrously, had never gained faith.
Not long ago, Al helped Samuel harvest a wave of power of faith, and they talked about it for a while. He then realized that faith is something that belongs exclusively to God, not to good people or strong people.
Al, who had already received faith in a remote town, was shocked: "I am a god???"
At that time, Samuel looked at him speechlessly, and then added, "In other people's perception, then you are, and you can receive faith."
Al thought about it for a while, and he felt that this matter was similar to the folk legend in his previous life, asking for a title.
If an animal that is cultivating can obtain the recognition of being “human-like” from humans, it will be able to achieve the right result.
And if the gifted people in this world want to be recognized as "like God", it will be easy for them to gain faith and have a vague chance to develop godhood.
This makes sense. If the power of faith could be obtained simply by helping others, the news would have spread long ago, and sword masters and mages would probably have fought for the opportunity to do good deeds.
Looking back, when he was in the small town of Lise, the townspeople were indeed saying that he was a person favored by God and that his soul would definitely be led to the realm of God.
After he entered the Vatican, a group of people called him the Son of God. The diners in the restaurant worshipped him as the God of Food. Anyway, the word "God" had been with him for a long time.
As for the other three candidates for the Son of God, the deceased Daniel is more likely to gain faith than Abner and the others. Al thinks it is because this guy is very good at acting. As soon as he left the Vatican, he imitated the expression and temperament of the statue of light, and he really looked more divine than Abner and Daphne.
Al himself never expected to become a god or anything like that. He collected the power of faith purely because the buff attached to it could help him fool people.
In short, faith is not easy to obtain, so he now wants to know why the more than a hundred pieces of faith he just saw came into being.
It would be fine if someone did something good, but what if these beliefs belonged to a fraud who looked quite divine?
Al was not very interested in the former, but if it was the latter, he would like to see what that person looked like.
The faith was flying towards the horizon at an extremely fast speed, and he didn't know how long it would take to chase it, so he decided to trace the source and follow the direction of the faith.
Soon——
"It looks like a village, let's go down." Thousands of meters in the air, the young man who was traveling with wings of light noticed sporadic faith floating up from below, and thus locked onto the location.
As soon as he landed, Winster looked indifferently in a certain direction, which scared the boy who was picking bird eggs in the tree. He wanted to step back reflexively, but he forgot where he was and fell down.
Because his brother was nearby, Winster rushed over to save the man immediately.
Al held his forehead with his hand, thinking that there was no one here.
Before he could comfort the boy, he knelt down and said, "Thank you, God, for your protection. Thank you..."
The silver-haired young man walked up to him and put his hand on his forehead as he was about to knock down the opponent.
The boy was very nervous. He stared blankly at the gentle-looking god, repeating the same sentence over and over again, "Hmm...what did the villagers say when they prayed just now? He only remembered this sentence, wuwuwuwu!
"Don't be afraid, we are not gods, we just know a little magic."
The boy hesitated for a moment, nodded, but he didn't believe it in his heart.
Like the god who left yesterday, they all had large white wings and flew down from the sky.
Everyone in the village called that person a god, and he didn't deny it, so this handsome silver-haired brother must also be a god. As for the big brother who just saved him... he must be a servant of the god.
Because one looks like a fairy and the other looks like a cold-blooded killer, so... only Al received the little guy's faith.
"Are you here to see another God?"
"..." Al didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that the child didn't believe what he said at all.
Not intending to waste more time to explain it to him, Al admitted, "Yes, honest little guy, can you tell me what happened here? I hope the appearance of that god will help the creatures of this land."
The child nodded vigorously, "Yes! God saved our lives!"
"Some time ago, everyone got sick, the vegetables we planted died, and the birds and insects also died..."
The child's storytelling was not fluent and concise, and he would sometimes pause to organize his words. Al sat leisurely on a large rock nearby and listened patiently, with Winster standing behind him. The child was even more certain of his guess that the black-eyed brother was a guard!
A few days ago, all the villagers were infected with a strange disease. They had fever, bleeding from the ears and nose, and black spots on their bodies. Not only the people, but even their livestock showed the same symptoms. The vegetables planted in the fields all wilted and moldy.
All these things happened overnight, and no one had enough energy to go to the church to ask the pastor for help.
The only villager in the village who had saved a bottle of healing potion went to the city for help in the hope of curing his illness, but the expensive, damn potion was of no use at all!
In the next two or three days, many families could only watch their most vulnerable elderly and children cough to death one after another.
The villagers who still had the strength to spare dug pits together to bury the bodies that would decompose faster than normal bodies.
Some people knelt on the ground exhausted, "Have we been cursed by the devil?"
No one objected. Despair is contagious. The pit has not been dug deep enough. They no longer have the strength to go on. Several men burst into tears.
They know their physical condition, they have no tomorrow…
Someone looked at the gray sky and murmured, "God... look at us!"
The only response he got was the wailing of his companions.
Someone began to cough uncontrollably. He lay on the ground, thinking of dying here, and Carter and the others wouldn't have to bother to carry him over.
The things he saw turned a little red. It must be that his eyes were starting to bleed...
Something in the sky started out as a black dot and slowly grew larger. Was it about to fall? Was it a bird? Would even birds flying over this land be cursed?
The man stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, but did not notice what was flying down. He was barely breathing and looked like he was about to die with his eyes open.
Suddenly, a warm white light enveloped him, and everything in front of him was white. The man thought it was the world after death, but when the white light faded, he saw God...
The god with white wings on his back wore a plain cloak with a wide hood covering his rare long white hair.
He had no expression on his face, but his features were handsome and gentle. When he lowered his eyes and looked at the villagers kneeling on the ground, he seemed to be filled with compassion.
Soon, the gods saved all the living people and livestock. When he saw the completely dead vegetable fields, he gave the villagers a bottle of light green magic medicine and told them to sow the seeds again and water the fields with water mixed with the magic medicine, and the vegetables would grow quickly.
When the gods saved people before, they didn’t say a word, nor did they respond to anyone’s words. They seemed so far away.
Seeing that He was so kind that He even cared about the food and livelihood of the village, someone finally plucked up the courage to ask, "Sir, are we cursed? Is there a demon here to reap suffering?"
The god was silent for a moment, then hummed faintly in response.
The villagers were anxious. "Is the devil still here? Lord God! Please help us--"
The god remained calm in the face of the hundreds of people kneeling down, as if he was looking at air. "I will take care of it."
Leaving behind these words, He was about to leave. Someone behind him asked tremblingly, "Are you...are you the Lord God of Light?"
The god paused, turned his head and looked at the villagers who were offering their faith, "I am not."
After the god left, everyone listened to him and mixed the magic medicine with water and irrigated the ground. The vegetable seeds really grew up quickly!
Three days later, that is, today, the villagers cleaned up the best-looking and brightest house in the village and worshipped the magic medicine bottle as a sacred object.
The first person who was rescued explained in detail what happened from the moment the god landed on the ground to the moment he rescued people, so the boy was able to tell the whole story to Al and the others.
The holy object represented God, and every survivor knelt down to worship it. At the same time, the power of faith that Al saw was born at this moment.
——
They took a big fruit as a thank you gift to the boy, and then the two of them showed their big wings again and flew away while the child was stunned.
This time, Al landed in a place where there was really no one nearby, then put one hand on Winster's shoulder and covered his pounding heart with the other hand.
Light talent, long white hair, a compassionate look... Fuck! This is a close call with the boss!
No one wants to meet their boss while traveling! No one!!!
Fortunately, he had a bit of luck on his side, and they arrived at this place after the Pope left.
Winster supported him, frowned and asked, "Brother, are you okay?"
The silver-haired young man exhaled, "It's okay." He was just a little frightened.
He told Winster that the "god" was the Pope, but Winster obviously didn't care where others were and what they were doing.
El stroked his fingertips and fell into thought. The Pope looked gentle and compassionate, but he was actually a cold person. Otherwise, how could he suppress so many capable people in the Holy See? So he simply did not have the leisure time to travel to such an unknown little place.
Moreover, according to his observation, the Pope is a true fan of the God of Light and a fanatical convert. It makes no sense for him not to help the God of Light to recruit believers when faced with such a good opportunity.
By the way, based on that person’s realm, he can also see the power of faith. After so many years, he must have understood it. It is normal for him to want to gain faith...
The arm that Winster was holding suddenly felt a strong force, and Al's thoughts were interrupted. He turned his head to look at his brother and saw that his eyes struggled for a few seconds - he regained consciousness.
"Why are you out now?"
Samuel let go of the kid's arm, looked around, and curled his lips in disgust, "The smell of the God of Plague is so stinky."
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