God Simulator

When Pava arrived at Yaocheng, his belly was deflated, hungry and tired.

The sixteen-year-old foreign boy stood on the street, looking at the passers-by blankly and nervously.

The people here are all wearing linen clothes, leather armor, woolen coats or black robes. It seems that everyone has status and is very respectable.

Pava was topless, with only a length of dirty black cloth covering his waist and thighs.

His body was covered with bloody scabs, his wrists and feet had calluses and abscesses from ropes, and his back had a scar from a branding iron that symbolized his status as a slave.

The glances cast by passers-by from time to time made Pava feel ashamed, and he couldn't help but want to escape from here.

Where can you escape to?

Leaving this holy city, there are slave traders everywhere.

He would only be caught again, sold to another slave owner, and continued to be whipped and tortured.

He remembered the tall man's words.

"Don't be caught by slave traders again. You may not be able to meet me next time."

The man called himself Copper Sea and led a team called the Northern Temple Army. The slave traders gnashed their teeth at them, calling them pirates, thieves, and executioners, but they were scared to death of him.

Pava clenched his fists.

He is not going anywhere and will die in this holy city. He no longer wants to be whipped, burned, speared, drank water, and eaten pig food like a pig or dog.

Pava looked around and saw the tall and holy building.

Temple.

This was the original temple of the gods and the first place of miracles.

Pava walked along the street.

Beside the white jade-like temple, people knelt full of people who came to pray and worship the gods.

Among these people are scholars wearing robes, hunters and adventurers wearing leather armor, farmers and fishermen wearing linen, and foreign islanders and mountain people in strange clothes and different skin colors.

They spoke different languages, but all faced the same temple.

Here, language is no barrier.

It was clear to everyone that they were all the same. In front of the gods, they are all devout believers and small followers.

Pava also imitated them and knelt on the ground.

Will the gods answer?

he does not know.

Pava's hometown is on a small island in the south. There is no temple there, but the gospel of Lord Yao is also spread.

He heard that the gods had not sent miracles and gifts for many years.

Even the gods’ closest attendants, the apostles, have basically disappeared. Only a King of Bones will appear occasionally to save people injured by monsters.

Pava closed his eyes and prayed silently.

The omnipotent god...

Pawar, please give me guidance so that I don’t want to be a slave anymore.

The young islanders prayed devoutly.

He had no other choice.

As long as he could not be a slave, survive, and have enough to eat, he could do anything.

Hunger and thirst made his brain dizzy, his eyesight turned black, and his body was as soft as clam meat.

Pava felt himself being helped up, and water flowed into his lips.

He swallowed the sweet water greedily, drinking more water, drinking more water to fill his stomach.

A voice came to my ear.

"Pious people, you need to rest and eat. The gods have given us a lot of food in the hope that we will not be hungry."

He opened his eyes and found a strange old man standing in front of him.

The old man was naked and had dark skin like himself. He wore a circle of garlic skewers around his neck, and a smile appeared on his thin and weathered face.

The other party handed him a wheat cake: "Eat it, you will have strength after eating it."

Pava devoured the wheat cake.

The other person nodded: "I only have so much. Good luck to you, young believer."

Seeing the old man about to leave, Pava grabbed him.

"Your, your, name."

Pahua's mainland language was not very good, and no one had ever taught slaves how to read and speak. But after listening too much, he can understand what others mean.

"I am an ascetic monk, and like you, I am a servant of the god Yao."

The old man smiled, showing his jagged teeth, and then turned and left.

This has never happened to Pava.

Someone would actually help me for no reason, just because I was worshiping the temple.

This must be divine guidance.

Pava raised his head and looked at the dazzling white temple, feeling a little dazed.

The god heard his request, so the ascetic appeared and gave him food.

Another passerby stopped and asked him, "Are you an escaped slave?"

Pava's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, pretending not to understand.

The other party changed several pronunciations, and finally spoke the dialect of the island where Pava lived. This surprised Pava, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

This made the other party laugh: "It turns out you are from Kalobuza Island. Look up, my friend, no slave merchant will take you back."

"Yao City prohibits slave trading, catching and keeping slaves. I originally lived on Cupinini Island not far from Kalobuza, and I came from the same place as you."

Well?

The other party is also from the Southern Islands.

Pava raised his head cautiously. The other party was dressed in black and wore a cotton flower on his chest, which was the symbol of the Temple Society, indicating that he was an official scholar of the Temple Society.

"My name is Chubirol."

The scholar in black said: "Don't worry, this is a holy city. No one will be trafficked here. As long as you devoutly believe in Lord Yao, you will be accepted here. What is your name?"

"Pava."

"Pava, go to the temple to meet. Just outside the door of the side hall, someone will give you a blanket and help you find a job where you can get food, so that you don't have to be hungry or afraid."

"Before that, you can live in the hut outside the side hall."

Cupilol and himself came from the same place and were similar in age.

But he became a slave, and the other party turned out to be a respectable scholar with status.

This made Pava feel even more ashamed, and the scars on his body were burning.

Simply because the other party left his hometown and came to Yaocheng, but he was sold as a slave to Yancheng.

"Why?"

Pava asked in dialect: "Why help me?"

Cupilol smiled and did not answer.

Pava wanted to cry for a moment.

He didn't know why, it wasn't fear or jealousy. It was an indescribable thing that made his eyes sore and made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

Suddenly, a white light lit up from the tower in the distance. The white light is gentle and warm, like a huge oil lamp, illuminating people's body warmly.

Then came the second light, which lit up on a tall stone monument in the center of the square.

Pava was so frightened that he shrank his neck for a moment.

The surrounding citizens and believers raised their heads one by one, with undisguised smiles on their faces. The whole street echoed with people's loud cheers.

"God's miracle, God's gift!"

"The great god is back!"

"The ancient monument has finally received the blessing of a miracle!"

"The seminary, the seminary has been recognized by the gods. This is a praise from the gods."

…

Pava looked confused.

"Why do you want to help others? Let me tell you, Pava." Cupirol next to him said slowly.

"Because we are the eldest sons of gods!"

The young scholar pointed to two glowing buildings in the distance, with confidence and determination on his face: "This means that we are the best city."

"No matter how the era changes, we will maintain the glory of the Holy City!"

…

Lu Yao yawned.

Unfortunately, the lighthouse itself collapsed during the epoch. Only Yao's monuments and seminaries could be transformed into spectacles.

Faith in the upper right corner -8000.

This was the first time Lu Yao took the initiative to build a miracle.

Only the construction of the first wonder is discounted. The monument costs 3,000 faith, and the subsequent seminary costs 5,000 faith at the original price.

Lu Yao was initially more optimistic about Yancheng. The economic foundation there is strong, and the citizens are enterprising and ambitious from top to bottom.

The result was that he collapsed internally.

In the first season of A Tale of Two Cities in the pixel world, Yaocheng, who united people's hearts, had the last laugh.

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