I Am God!

Nite opened his eyes.

He lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and listening to the wind in his ears.

The sun is shining and the weather is fine.

This made Nite couldn't help but let out a long breath. He seemed to have just had a nightmare, so terrible that he didn't dare to think about it. It was so terrible that even after he woke up from the dream, he was still shaking.

However, when he got up, he found that something was wrong. He looked at his body and found that he had turned into an unknown life form wearing a black robe.

At this moment, he was floating in the air without his feet touching the ground.

"Um?"

He opened both sides of his hood facing the water, and was shocked to see nothing but darkness inside. He could only faintly see a terrifying vortex spinning.

"What's this!"

"what!"

Nite was so frightened that he fled in panic, but what he was avoiding and fearing was himself.

No matter how he ran away, he could not escape himself.

However, while running, something in his body was stimulated and poured out one after another.

He staggered, then stopped.

Then he turned around and saw dense crowds of ghosts running out of his body and spinning around him.

At this moment, he just ran to the group of buildings that had turned into a dead town.

He stood in front of the town filled with hanging corpses and noticed the appearance of those ghosts.

They are the villagers in the town.

Then, he saw a familiar face again, at a strange and weird angle.

He saw a familiar face squeezing out from under the hood of his neck, looking at him intensely, which made Nite afraid and yet also attached to him.

He looked at the other person and shouted with a vibrato.

"Mother?"

At this time, Nite finally remembered everything.

There was despair in his voice: "It turns out it was not a dream, it turns out everything is real."

Everyone was really dead. They were really hung up to the sky by the weird rope, but in the end they were not really taken away by the terrible rope curse, but entered Nite's body.

Did he save them?

Let them not fall into purgatory and avoid the punishment of being hanged for almost eternity.

No, it can also be said that he devoured his mother and the entire village.

His monster-like body is like a bottle, containing countless people.

Nite didn't know whether this was a good thing or a bad thing, but he felt panicked and scared, so scared that he bent over and wanted to vomit.

"vomit!"

"vomit!"

However, that kind of vomiting was just a reaction from the mind, and his body could not spit out anything.

But at this time, the face squeezed under the cloak with him spoke.

"Nite, you always disobey me, but in the end you prove that I am right."

"Nite, don't you want to be an ordinary person? You want to be a mortal."

"This is what you want..."

The bent Nite fell to the ground.

He stood up immediately, then backed away continuously, then floated into the distance.

"No!"

"This is not true!"

"This is not true!"

But the voice persisted and kept repeating.

"Nite... Nite... Nite..."

The successive changes and blows made Nite confused and confused. It was difficult for him to accept it and to distinguish whether all of this was true.

He couldn't even tell whether he was dead or alive?

If alive, what kind of person is he now?

He doesn't get hungry, doesn't need to eat, and rarely even feels tired.

He kept wandering around the land, and he kept saying that none of this was true.

Until one day, he came to another village.

Here, he saw the rotting corpses of those who died from the curse piled up outside the village.

However, fewer people died in this village, and the majority survived.

seem.

Those curses also require certain conditions to kill people.

The living people lit bonfires to burn the corpses, and hid far away one by one.

But that's not what Nite noticed at the moment. He looked at the stinking corpses and the corpses scattered all over the place.

He finally recovered from the nightmare, and he finally found what he wanted to do.

"It's that guy."

"That guy did it, he was killing people everywhere, killing innocent people."

"That guy, that evil guy, that pervert..."

Under the blazing fire.

He thought of the guy who claimed to be the master of Purgatory and put all the bad words he knew about him.

Indeed, he had never seen a worse guy than him.

Although.

He himself hadn't met many people.

——

The capital of the Tughzman Kingdom.

After many years, Nite came here again. He went out late at night, wearing a cloak that he didn't know whether it was his body or clothes, fluttering in the wind.

He looked from afar at the giant skyport tower that was completed at some point in time. It was even taller and majestic than the original one.

Here, alien races from another continent continue to arrive.

Here, the realm of the gods rises to the stars.

At this time, another face from his hood squeezed out and spoke.

"Nite!"

“Look, they live high in the heavens, watching over our sufferings.”

"And you can't do anything but watch me and everyone die and watch us suffer."

Nite didn't speak to the other party. After so long, he already understood that the other party was just a spirit body with concentrated obsessions.

But even if he didn't respond, what the other person said fell into his ears without missing a beat, stimulating his soul all the time.

In this city, Nite carefully looked for a place to stay.

It was the first time he lived alone, and it was also the first time he came into contact with the powerful people hidden in this city. He bought various books about extraordinary people and powerful people.

Now.

Even if no one forced him, he began to study hard.

Because when he grew up, he no longer felt safe. He felt that the world was full of danger and malice from all directions, making him run like a whipped beast of burden.

In the book, he saw the record of the curse for the first time, but there was something deeper about the origin of the curse that was not in the book.

He participated in a meeting of extraordinary beings in a hidden dark room called the Night Hotel.

He asked, "Do you know about damnation and purgatory?"

One of the powerful snake people from Ruhe Island heard it and immediately changed his expression: "Don't, don't mention that name."

Nite asked: "Why?"

The snake man replied: "Even if you just say a word, you may be cursed."

Nite asked again: "Have you seen it?"

The other party couldn't help laughing: "If I had seen it, could I still live here?"

Nite thought back to the scene he had seen.

Indeed, such power is indeed not something that mortals can resist.

"You can't even mention her name. You might be cursed if you even say a word."

"Who is he?"

The other party looked at the sky and finally said.

"You made a mistake, it wasn't him, it was...Him!"

"He is God!"

Nite was stunned on the spot. He never thought of the shadow he saw.

It turned out to be a god.

He didn't understand why a god would do such a thing.

What makes Nite even more confused and at a loss is, what should you do when your enemy is a god?

He said: "I have rarely heard of such gods. I have only heard of the evil gods in the abyss."

The snake man also said: "Indeed, there are very few rumors about this god among the people in the Land of Light, because he has almost no believers."

"But most people on the great island of Ruh and among the powerful have heard of this terrible god."

"He seems to be inextricably related to the Abyss, but he seems to have a strong conflict with the Abyss."

"But these are just rumors."

"For us, there's no question that he's powerful."

"As long as you are paid attention to and entangled by him, even death is a gift."

"I heard that curses have appeared in many places in Tugezman recently. You probably heard about it from here. You'd better be careful not to be contaminated by these things."

But what the snake man didn't expect was that the other party not only heard about it, but also experienced it himself.

The other party's admonishment did not make Nite shrink back, but made him unable to help but question.

"Since such an evil god has appeared in Tugezman, why don't the Holy Mountain of Light and the messengers of heaven punish and stop him?"

The other party looked at Nite and said something.

"Have you ever heard of a saying?"

Nite: "What are you talking about?"

Snake Man: "There is no god on the Holy Mountain of Light."

Nite didn't believe it, how could there be no God on the Holy Mountain of Light?

My mother said that they were once a family of archangels under the Holy Mountain of Light, but they were persecuted for some reason and escaped.

The Holy Mountain of Light exists, and angels also exist, so God naturally also exists.

Nite could not resist an evil god, but he thought that if the winged god, the great king of angels, knew that the evil god had come to this land, he would definitely not tolerate him doing whatever he wanted.

In the small building where he lived, Nit pulled up the curtains in the room and could see that a lot of time had been spent setting up a ritual formation in the hall.

He was holding an old book left by his mother, Migina, with the seal of the Archangel clan on it. This was an extraordinary book that would definitely be snatched and broken if it appeared outside.

"Ancient Dream Ritual!"

"God's name."

"Prayer."

"The spirituality and the sacrifice, and the name of the person who performed the ceremony."

"as well as……"

Nite carefully checked all the details of the ceremony. This was a ritual process written in the book to communicate with the mysterious existence in Mengjie, but he wrote the name of the King of Angels on the name of the communication.

He whimsically wanted to communicate with Shangyi Ren's God in this way.

Teenagers and children are always so innocent.

They always like to fantasize and feel that the world will really respond to their fantasies.

He felt that if God knew what the evil god had done, he would definitely punish him or even kill that guy.

He felt that the God of Winged Man was very powerful, at least much more powerful than the Lord of Purgatory.

He thought as he inspected the ritual.

"If God knew, he would never let that guy go."

"He killed so many people, so many living people."

"The people in this town are all good people."

"God will not allow His people to be defiled by evil gods."

He hated that guy so much that he had already begun to imagine the scene of such an evil and depraved guy disappearing into thin air under the holy light of God.

But as he thought about it, another idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

"If I could see God, why not ask Him to resurrect my mother?"

Nite was stunned for a moment.

His actions in arranging the ceremony slowly stopped.

"Yes, if I can see God, why don't I ask Him to resurrect the people in the town?"

“God is omnipotent, isn’t that what everyone says?”

"so……"

"So a small matter like resurrecting the dead should be easy for them!"

"That must be the case."

Suddenly, the thoughts of revenge in his mind disappeared little by little.

The desire for revenge seems not to be so important when it comes to resurrecting my mother.

For the first time, he felt a desire for something in his heart. The desire was so strong that it was as if a big tree was growing out of his chest, opening up his flesh and blood vessels.

It made his chest feel tight and itchy.

Make him impatient.

He stood up excitedly and kept wandering around the ritual formation.

"yes!"

"If...if gods can resurrect mom, I won't have to be alone."

"I can go back to our home again."

"If God can restore the people in this town, I can return to my hometown again and everything will be the same as before."

Nite couldn't sleep all night, or he couldn't sleep since a long time ago.

Because as soon as he falls asleep, the dead people in the town and his mother will appear next to him and whisper to him.

He seemed to be telling his own pain and why Nite had not avenged them yet.

Talking.

Why are you the only one alive?

He just waited until dawn, waiting for the best moment for the ceremony mentioned in the book.

in the hall.

Nite lit the candle and knelt before the ceremony. He was so pious and humble that he didn't dare to slack off at all.

He held the ceremony seriously, chanted prayers, and chanted the name of God.

He initiated the ritual, then closed his eyes and waited.

but.

The ceremony was silent.

He opened his eyes, the night wind blew the curtains, and the candlelight flickered.

But nothing happened, the gods did not respond to him, as if they did not hear his call.

He checked it again and then tried it again, but it still didn't take effect.

Nite anxiously tried many times, until he missed the so-called best moment, he stopped.

All his expectations and desires were in vain. He stood empty in front of the window, his form representing the dead reflected on the ground.

He didn't understand why this happened, and the words of the snake man from a distant country suddenly came to his mind.

"The Holy Mountain of Light."

"There is no God."

Nite said excitedly.

"impossible!"

"There must be something wrong with the method."

"It must be like this, it must be like this."

Even if he believed that the gods were stingy with their gifts to him, he was not willing to believe that Yi Ren had no gods.

On the other hand, it was more difficult for him to accept that his expectations were frustrated.

——

Next.

Nit once again experimented with various methods, constantly adapting the ritual and chanting in a variety of languages ​​and chanting methods.

However, none of them worked.

Nite's expectations went from high to decadent, and finally turned into silence.

this day.

He also bought the materials for the ceremony from the black market. For this reason, he also sold a few extraordinary books left by his mother, even though he was a little reluctant to part with them.

His ghostly shadow flitted under the streetlight, as if he was afraid that others would see his true appearance, although ordinary powerful people could not see through the obstruction of his cloak.

After returning home.

He put down the things and sat on the table.

"Will it succeed?"

He asks himself this question every time, and this time, there is not much expectation in his tone.

He was still continuing, but he already felt that this method might not be successful. It was only the strong desire in his heart that kept him repeating it over and over again.

He leaned back in his chair, feeling a little tired.

It’s spiritual fatigue.

He stared directly at the candlelight in the darkness, and once again fell into deep thought.

He was thinking what if.

If they are unable to communicate with their god, the great King of Angels, in the end, without the help of the other party, will their revenge not be avenged?

So many people were killed in the town, so many lives were lost.

Also, his mother.

Nite suddenly stood up: "This can't be done."

But if not, what should be done?

Nite sat down again and thought about how to modify the ritual formation again.

Looking at the ritual patterns, Nite suddenly remembered something.

He recalled memories of his childhood, in which he and his mother performed a strange ritual in the dark woods.

Mom said they were praying to God.

This was also the case later on. The whole town was thinking about the so-called prayers to the gods, and the gods really responded and blessed them. It was the power of the gods that made the town prosperous.

But my mother never said which god it was.

When he was a child, he always thought that he was the King of Angels.

This is how the wingmen call each other.

Most people most of the time call God just God and nothing else.

But he has repeated the sacrifice to the King of Angels many times and has learned a lot of advanced extraordinary knowledge. He has gradually understood it.

That should be a god, but it must not be the King of Angels.

And it's obvious.

He is a very generous and truly responsive God.

"What kind of god is that?"

"Is that an unknown god born in ancient times?"

He recalled deeply and once again recalled that night that he didn't want to remember.

Many years have passed, and he still vaguely remembers that his mother used her own blood to draw the ritual circle, and he still remembers the terrifying scene of the unknown power coming in.

He remembered the terrible scar on his mother's forehead, the mark of a supernatural force that had taken away power, an irreversible wound.

But under the power of that unknown existence, he was completely restored, and his strength was restored together.

Even now when Nite thinks about it, the blurry image in the back of his mind still frightens him and makes him uneasy.

"Is that really the true god?"

"Zhengshen, will blood be needed to arrange the ceremony?"

"What kind of god is that?"

Nite did not arrange any rituals for the next few days. He kept recalling the past and wrote down the ritual formation on the table.

He could understand everything else, except that part of the divine name.

The name of that god is very strange, it is a type of writing that has never been seen before.

Just looking at the name gives people a feeling that it is so ancient that it cannot be traced back. If you look at it for a long time, you may even have hallucinations in your mind and ears.

Nite was hesitating whether to continue communicating with the King of Angels or choose this unknown god.

It's another dawn when all sentient beings fall into sleep.

Nite started the ritual again and tried to pray to the King of Angels, but this time it failed unsurprisingly.

"boom!"

Late at night, Nite completely broke through the defense.

He overturned the ceremony arrangements, knelt deeply on the ground, and roared loudly.

"Why?"

"Why don't you respond?"

"King of Angels, your people and believers need your help, are you just watching evil gods wreak havoc in your kingdom?"

"Do you really not care at all?"

"Or do you mean you can't see anything?"

He couldn't take it anymore.

If the King of Angels can't do anything, why would he stubbornly choose the other party?

He even had some blasphemous thoughts in his mind.

he thinks.

If the other party doesn't even care about the evil god harming his people and can't do anything about it, then what qualifications does he have to be this god?

In a daze, he heard the roar of the ghosts in his body again, and his mother's face also appeared, speaking in his ears.

"Nite!"

"Nite... Nite... Nite..."

"You always choose to escape, avoid hard work, avoid learning, and avoid facing things like this."

"But there comes a time when you can't escape it anymore."

In Nite's pain, a red light flashed under his cloak.

"What kind of god is that?"

"As long as, as long as He can respond to me and meet my requests."

"So what?"

His body was trembling and he kept looking left and right, as if he was talking to himself.

"The ritual is a bit weird, but it doesn't necessarily mean it's an evil god, right?"

"There are so many unknown entities in the dream world. Since mother has chosen the other party, there must be no problem!"

"right!"

"You should believe mom!"

"Believe mom, there is nothing wrong. You must listen to mom."

The desire in Nite's heart has already taken root, and it is only a matter of time before he chooses to do this. It is like many people who have already decided on something, but still want to ask others and pray to the gods.

All they need is a reason.

Nite finally chose to offer sacrifices to the unknown god. He gradually calmed down, knelt on the ground and looked up to the heights.

He thought of his mother, the town, and the gift of the unknown god.

He healed his mother's injury and made the people in the town have enough food and clothing.

He suddenly felt longing and strong expectations.

"ah!"

"That must be a generous god."

"He will definitely respond to me and resurrect the people in the town."

"He will definitely...save me!"

This time, he had just set up the ritual formation, and even just chanted the unpronounceable divine name for the first time.

Mysterious fluctuations came from the void, coming from the other side of the dream world.

Before he had time to react, the world in his eyes began to change.

Boundless darkness surged in from all directions, and then layers of ancient buildings spread around.

And in front of him.

A staircase leading to endless heights continues to spread, as if it is spreading to the ceiling.

Nite understood something in an instant.

He communicated with his mother and the god the town believed in.

Nite raised his head and looked towards the top of the stairs. He saw a tall and majestic death god who looked exactly like himself now, but holding a sickle, sitting on the throne.

The god grabbed the sickle and leaned down to look at Nite. The terrifying pressure made Nite's mind go blank.

He said.

"mortal."

"I am the Lord of your faith, Naproses, the King of Hell."