God Simulator

A woman with pointed ears and a tail came to the city, and she was always followed by a giant cat retinue.

Siddal liked her handsome, well-tailored leather armor and her amber eyes.

Everyone said that the woman was a distinguished guest of the king and must have come from another world - the most likely possibility was from the main world where the noble messenger of the gods lived.

Many people are wondering whether she is an apostle, a prophet, or a hero.

"She must be an apostle. Didn't you see that Lady Appia was very polite to her? Only apostles receive this kind of treatment."

"No, no, I don't feel the pressure of the apostles, but the big cat is more terrifying... She is more like a prophet, right? She walks around every day, and she should be thinking about spreading faith."

"What's her name? What should you call her if you meet her?"

"Who knows? Whatever it is, it must be a big shot."

The arrival of the big shot in this small kingdom did not have much impact on the common people. They are at the top and have little interaction with the people at the bottom who work every day.

14-year-old Sidharth thinks so too.

He is a herdsman and raises ten cows. These cattle are sometimes used to plow the fields, and most of the time they are taken by Siddal to find water sources and fodder to fill their bellies and give birth to more calves.

On this day, Siddal wore his favorite wide-brimmed cowhide hat and rode his long-legged bone horse as usual, patrolling around the cattle.

He holds a long bone whip, carries a crude wooden shield on his back, and has a bone mallet tied to his horse. As a bone herder, he not only has to ensure that the cattle are well fed, but also protects these livestock.

Suddenly, Sidharth noticed a strange flower growing on the ground.

The flower is made of crab shells, red and white, with a strange and deathly beauty.

so weird.

Take another look.

He discovered that there was a bone-white palm under the flower.

Siddal dug through the gravel and soil below and dug out a small arm. I don’t know which skeleton ancestor was still holding on to this flower before he died. It was obvious that the deceased liked this flower very much.

Then I'll keep it for you.

Siddal pulled out the arm and the flower and placed them in a sack on his horse's back.

When he came back to his senses, he felt something was abnormal.

The cattle gathered together, which was a signal that they had discovered danger, and everything became extremely quiet, except for the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Siddal pulled out the bone hammer, put the shield on his arm, and concentrated on guarding against the distance.

Soon the enemy appeared.

What came was a pack of gray wolves, thirteen in total.

wrong.

Siddal's dark eyes looked eastward, there were twenty heads.

He glanced west again.

No, it’s thirty-three.

The wolves rushed towards the herdsman Sidhar with a clear target, not giving him any chance to escape.

Siddal took out the bone whistle and rushed to the nearest other herdsmen to rescue him.

But not only was it stuck or cracked, the bone whistle made no sound at all today.

Although Siddal worked hard to gather the cattle, the panic caused by the attack of the gray wolves still caused the cattle to flee. Once the cattle group dispersed, these livestock became chased prey one by one.

Siddal carried the bone horse and waved the bone whip with all his strength, whipping a gray wolf until it rolled on the ground and howled in pain. The wolves began to bite the bone horse's butt, but the seemingly rugged bone horse raised its hoof and kicked it fiercely. The kick made the two wolves whimper softly and limped away into the distance.

Herdsmen have their own ways of dealing with wild animals.

Siddal specially made a pair of special hoofs for the bones of the horse's legs, specially for grazing. There are sharpened bone awls and bone spurs on the hoofs. As long as the long legs kick or the hoofs are raised, whether it is a wolf or a bear, the kick will leave a hole.

Relying on the long whip in his hand and the hoofs of the bone horse, Sidart worked hard to drive away and intimidate the gray wolves.

However, when the alpha wolf appeared, Siddal felt cold in his heart.

It was a large man whose size was far larger than that of his peers, and its body was covered with blood scabs that looked like it had been burned by flames.

When the alpha wolf joined the battle, the wolves immediately moved in a more orderly manner. The injured ones retreated automatically, and the wolves behind them filled in, tightly surrounding Siddal.

This is not an ordinary beast, but an extraordinary monster [Electric Wolf], which can cause electric shock-like paralysis and pain through touch and bite. If you are bitten by it, you will be electrocuted into black coal alive.

The lightning wolf knocked the bone horse down in one fell swoop, and Siddal rolled twice on the ground in embarrassment. When he got up, the bone horse had been torn apart and could no longer stand up.

The alpha wolf stared at Siddal with his cold eyes, pacing towards him with a victor's attitude.

Siddal pressed the brim of his hat with his hand, raised his shield with the other hand, picked up the bone hammer on the ground, and walked towards the wolf step by step.

The other wolves around him watched silently.

Bad luck.

Today, it is estimated that even cattle and people will be broken into bones.

Siddal didn't have much fear in his heart. Death was a daily part of this country. People he knew disappeared every day, and new people joined. The Bone Ancestors lived in this cycle of death and rebirth.

There was more regret in his heart.

It's such a pity that I didn't bring such a strange flower back to show everyone.

Siddal lowered his center of gravity and rushed forward. The bone mallet in his hand hit the monster's strong back, and the wolf king's bloody mouth chewed up the shield in one bite.

At that moment, Siddal felt that every bone in his body was flashing blue light, and his mind became stiff and confused.

He thought for no reason that he looked quite handsome.

The left arm holding the shield was completely shattered and fell off by the lightning wolf, and its upper and lower jaws full of canine teeth bit down fiercely on Sidal's skull.

Sidal's last resistance was to use his broken finger bones to stab the wolf's belly - but he only inserted it a little bit, as a courtesy.

At this moment, the wolf was suddenly grabbed by something, and Sidal came back to his senses from the trance of death.

The one who grabbed the wolf's neck was a pink big cat. It was bigger than the largest brown bear. Under its round eyes was a big mouth that opened to both sides of its cheeks.

It was grinning, as if it was not a ferocious lightning wolf, but a little mouse. The lightning wolf trembled in its hands, shrinking its neck, clamping its tail, and dared not resist at all.

The big cat was asking for credit from a person next to him.

The man had a pair of pointed ears like a cat on his head, wearing leather armor, and a soft and flexible plush tail behind him.

It was the mysterious apostle and her cat.

She said something to the big cat, but Sidar couldn't understand the cat language.

Then, the big cat pinched the face of the lightning wolf, and the lightning wolf tried hard to force a smile.

It dropped the lightning wolf casually, but the leader of the wolf squatted on the ground motionless, fearing that it would anger the irresistible giant. After finally getting permission, it led the wolf pack to escape quickly.

Catwoman walked to Sidar, she opened a small bottle, and suddenly a faint fragrance lingered around.

"Fortunately, I brought a refreshing mint, otherwise the conversation would be a problem. The local language is more complicated than you think..."

She muttered to herself, squatted down and looked at Sidar: "Can you still move?"

"Yes."

Sidar didn't know why he could understand what the other party said, and he was still a little dazed: "Thank you... for saving me."

"It's just a small favor to meet you by chance. Goodbye then." She stood up and was about to leave.

"That..."

Sidal asked cautiously: "Can you tell me your full name?"

"My name is Maocao, and I am a prophet under Lord Yaoshen."

"Which god is Yaoshen?"

It was the first time that Sidal heard this name.

The other party patiently said: "Lord Yaoshen is not a god in this world, but Yaoshen has a cooperative relationship with the title god here, Lord [Messenger of the Gods], so I was sent to stay in this world temporarily and do some field research."

Sidal seemed to understand what he said.

One thing he was sure of was that this Maocao was indeed of noble status, and the status of the Yaoshen behind him was probably equal to that of Lord [Messenger of the Gods].

"Please wait for me."

Sidal stood up with one hand. He put on a wide-brimmed leather hat, staggered to the side of the broken bone horse, took out something from his bag, and carefully presented it to Maocao with both hands.

"This is a small gift without any respect. Please accept it."

When the other party saw the flower made of crab shells, he showed a little surprise on his face, and then smiled: "Thank you, this is really a very special flower."

Mao Cao accepted the crab shell flower with bones, and then she easily jumped on the back of the big cat, and the big cat immediately flew into the sky and into the clouds.

...

From then on, Xidar began to pay attention to Mao Cao, the prophet of the alien god.

She lived in an independent stone house outside the temple. The stone house had no roof, only four walls, and a statue of Yao stood in the center.

Every day, Mao Cao would pray devoutly in front of the statue, and then ride the chinchilla away and start to overlook the whole world from the sky.

Out of curiosity, Xidar went in to worship the statue of the mysterious god. Since there were no guards on both sides of this simple temple, there was no restriction on entering and leaving.

Kneeling in front of the statue, Sidar also imitated Maocao and said: "Great Yao God, please bless me with peace and success..." Here, even the humblest people can look up to the gods. In the Kingdom Temple, only with the permission of His Majesty the King can one have the opportunity to pray in front of the statue. Sidar also saw that a small flowerbed was opened in the corner of the temple, and the brain-awakening mint guarded the crab shell flower in the middle. This made him feel something indescribable. Happy? Excited? Or excited? Probably a little bit of everything. The prophets of the kingdom are high above and rarely talk to civilians. As wise men recognized by the gods, they only serve the oracles, and praising the gods is their duty. Maocao, the prophet of Yao God, not only saves people, but also listens to the various voices of the white-bone ancestors. She flies back and forth every day, asking farmers, herdsmen, fishermen and workers, understanding their work and difficulties, and giving them help... This is something that has never happened in the kingdom before. She said to everyone: "Lord Yao also hopes that the sleepless civilization can develop well. If you have any difficulties or good suggestions, you can come to me."

No one took it seriously.

The master of the kingdom is the king, and above the kingship is the god of sacrifice who rules the world, and behind the god of sacrifice is the messenger of the gods with infinite power... No matter how powerful this Yao is, he will not come to this world.

The brains of the white-bone ancestors are mostly not very smart and flexible. This is the nature of the race, but it does not mean that the white-bone ancestors are all stupid. Everyone does not want to be settled by His Majesty the King afterwards.

One day, Sidal was beaten by the tax collector and came to the temple of Yao. He said to Maocao in anger: "Prophet, can you really help us?"

Maocao's ears moved: "Tell me."

"We herdsmen graze our cattle and sheep desperately so that the livestock can grow faster and more, but the collectors always beat us because they think we are lazy. Those cattle and sheep were attacked by wolves, bears and leopards in the wild, and many of our herdsmen were attacked. So we are injured and dead, but what can we do if the collector refuses to send soldiers to help us?”

Maocao nodded: "How do you think this problem should be handled?"

"Many herdsmen believe that it is necessary to cultivate more skeleton dogs. They can scare away wild beasts and provide early warning. We have also requested in the past, but the kingdom believes that this is a waste of corpses..."

"I understand, I need to investigate and verify."

About a month later, the kingdom promulgated new regulations: Each herdsman will receive a skeleton dog to help with herding.

Sidharth couldn't believe it.

The Maocao Prophet really went to speak for everyone, and His Majesty the King actually listened!

From then on, Sidhar frequently visited the Temple of Yao God. Under his leadership, many herdsmen also often went there to pray, express their gratitude to the Maocao Prophet, ask for answers to their questions, and seek help.

Mao Cao listened carefully to everyone's difficulties and recorded them on the parchment scroll. She will conduct a detailed and comprehensive investigation, and actively pursue the parts that are true and can be solved.

Gradually, more and more Skeleton ancestors began to pray to God Yao, and on the basis of their original beliefs, they also believed in the mysterious and benevolent God Yao.

Then one day, the apostle Appia came to the temple and said to Maocao: "Prophet Maocao... those common people will always have all kinds of troubles, so don't go and be busy. The king governs The country is already working hard, so don’t add any extra burden to it... As long as the population is growing, isn’t it enough?”

Siddar was outside the wall at that time, building the outer walls of the temple, and he heard it clearly.

Maocao said: "I cannot agree. The living conditions of civilians will be directly related to the progress of the entire civilization. They are the cornerstone and weather vane of civilization. As long as there is room for improvement, I will continue to make suggestions and advice."

"Alas...why do you have to be so serious?"

There was a hint of helplessness in Appia's voice: "They are just a group of ancestors with bones. They are just moving wood and hay. It would be too hard to pay attention to them like this."

"It's not hard to carry out Yao's oracle."

Maocao said firmly: "Even ordinary people who only engage in simple labor can accomplish great things. This is the experience and principle of our Yao people."

"In our Yao tribe, God-killers who are comparable to the gods have also been born from ordinary people. Future prophets and heroes will also be born among the common people of this country."

"Oh, what I mean is that this is the civilization of the Sleepless Ones, which is just a rudimentary civilization composed of skeleton ancestors... It cannot be compared with your Yao people. Lord Yao is the noble main god, so it is incomparable. The civilians here only need It’s good to be alive.” Appiya sighed.

Outside the wall, Siddal was in a daze as he listened, his skeletal fingers gently squeezing the clay.

Is it really possible for a humble being like a commoner to be as good as a god?

Those Yao people who live under the protection of Yao God do not know what kind of life they live.

He desperately wanted to see their kingdom and city with his own eyes.

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