Lord of the Mysteries fanfic: wake up, hermit

【Day 21】

Through a little "bribe", Solomon extended the daylight in the land abandoned by God, and the lightning like silver snakes tirelessly cut across the leaden sky, illuminating the dead land again and again with fleeting light.

You walked slowly, lamenting the prosperity of the past and discussing the rise and fall of the future.

After passing yet another city-state in ruins, I hear Solomon ask you, if you had to compare his country to one thing, what would you choose?

You choose a tree and Solomon asks you why.

"Because a tree is a creature that seems to be stationary but is actually constantly changing. In order to capture the sunlight, it has to spread its branches and leaves and go to higher places; in order to resist the severe cold, it has to shed its branches and leaves to preserve moisture; there will be constant winds.

If its branches are blown off, thunder will chop off its crown, and insects will continue to eat its skin. It needs to constantly absorb nutrients to make up for the damage."

"A tree cannot run without legs and cannot be stopped without hands. Its vitality can be said to be the result of its constant struggle against natural disasters and insect pests. But this endless struggle also brings it amazing rewards: it can run and jump.

Birds and beasts turn into loess batch after batch, but they can live for decades, hundreds, or even thousands of years."

"For trees, decay and withering are inevitable, but growth brings endless possibilities."

You continued, "Your Majesty, actually I don't like to use the word 'prosperity' to describe your country, because "prosperity" means reaching the extreme, but why can't it become better and grow more lush?

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With the help of lightning, I caught a glimpse of Solomon's expression. For a lawyer who is good at playing with words, it is not appropriate to be moved by one or two sentences, but for a monarch, your words have a high-spirited and inspiring power.

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According to my observation, "climbing up" is a major driving force in people's lives. Whether it is power or mystery, it was difficult for Solomon to go further. I think his life may have been a bit boring.

【Day 22】

After you and Solomon left, I walked around the God-forsaken place again and looked at a collapsed church. I suddenly remembered something that happened a long time ago.

That day, while his father was sitting on the throne, Medici reported to him that a city-state had suffered a locust plague and requested that the scale of the ceremony be reduced. They would make up for the missing parts next year.

The father rejected the proposal with an indifferent expression, saying that it was their duty to offer sufficient sacrifices and that they should make plans in advance to prepare for any eventuality.

In the past, Medici would always respond sonorously and forcefully to any decision his father made, but that day He hesitated and said instead, Lord, it is not that I have never encountered this kind of situation before, but You will always grant their prayers.

My father said that proper reverence can strengthen the anchor point.

Seeing that Medici was still hesitating, his father said again, I have my own considerations, and you must not speculate on God's intentions.

Medici quickly said, I have overstepped my bounds, please forgive me.

I also heard Medici discussing with Ourolius in private that the Lord’s divinity seemed to be getting stronger. Ourolius also nodded and said that in the past, pilgrims came from remote places on foot, although they did

They can't look directly at the Lord's true face, but the Lord will also use virtual personalities to receive them, but now they are all missing, and only the bishop will come to receive them.

I didn’t take it seriously and thought to myself that my father is the supreme God, so what’s the problem with being dominated by divinity?

After entering the Hanged Man's dream and piecing together so many memory fragments, I realized how far divinity had eroded Him.

When he was a boy, he read poems praising freedom and tolerance. As an adult, he experienced the economic depression and was troubled by the worries of one meal after another. After receiving relief meals from the church, he would sincerely thank the priests and nuns, etc.

His living conditions have improved a bit, and he donates to the church every week. Even if it is a coin, he must put it into the donation box with great solemnity - as if he foresees that these coins will one day become a relief meal for a certain vegetarian.

Bringing hope to the beleaguered strangers.

How could He spread this hardship to others?

Compared with the decay of the body, the desolation of the soul is more obscure, more abstract, more difficult to detect, and more creepy. Is the father aware of his own changes?

When the angels below acquiesce to His changes and the blessing believers know nothing about His changes, will He feel isolated and helpless?

【Day 25】

I passed by a city-state with survivors, but their bodies had mutated to some extent. Some had huge tumors on their faces, some had abnormally curved backs, and some could no longer control the form of mythical creatures. One

The limbs under the ribs of the Extraordinary who passed through the dark night cannot be retracted no matter what, and can only hang cumbersomely on both sides of the body.

In extreme despair, they tore down the statue of their father, then cast an image of the legendary ancient god, praying and worshiping it over and over again.

If Medici were here, these people would probably turn into charcoal on the spot.

I could have killed them, but I remembered the previous conversation with my father. He said that before kindness, courage, tolerance and other virtues can be implanted in people's hearts, there needs to be a stable and prosperous environment. This is called "materiality determines consciousness."

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I now roughly understand that when the body is suffering from disease, there is no normal food, and you may die at any time, it is normal to lose the motivation for faith - by the way, they don't have wheat, rice, red meat, white meat, etc.

They can only survive by eating monsters, even though that is tantamount to taking poison.

I appeared in front of them, and they asked me fearfully which great being I was.

I said, I am the youngest son of the omniscient and omnipotent Creator, the Angel of Time, the God of deceit and mischief. When I said this, my eyes fell on my father’s broken statue - His face was mottled, but still intact.

solemn.

Surprise, fear, despair, these strong emotions instantly permeated the crowd, and it was obvious that they also realized that I knew what they had done.

The man who could no longer contain the form of a mythical creature dragged four black appendages and threw himself at my feet. He said that it was his idea to destroy his father's statue and it had nothing to do with anyone else. He was the one who forced his tribe to change their beliefs. I hope

Can you use your blood and soul to appease my anger and wash away the sin of blasphemy.

Although this kind of behavior is indeed worthy of the word "blasphemy", I am not angry. I think of you saying in an extremely calm tone in the mirage in the desert, for people who have never been able to deal with God in their lives,

God is nothing but a collection of wishes and the sustenance of obsessions.

On the other hand, if a god cannot fulfill people's wishes, people can abandon him at any time and turn to another god.

You also talked about the custom of "worshipping gods whenever they meet" in your era, in a joking tone, and also mentioned that in the past few decades, many temples dedicated to gods were destroyed by crazy people - your expression

Feeling sorry but not regretting is like seeing a piece of cake that has turned sour and unable to eat it, or seeing a piece of white clothes with ink stains that are difficult to wash off.

Compared with you, everyone lying on the ground here can be called pious.

I stole the toxins that cause accumulation in some people's bodies and left.

【Day 28】

I came to Silver City. Although my father still believed in me here, I didn't want to be stared at by so many eyes, so I didn't show up.

The residents here are different from people in other places. Their degree of variation is smaller because there is a crop called "black-faced grass". Although it has a single nutritional value, it does not have toxins that can cause chronic death.

I stole one and planted it around the previous city-state, but within a few hours, the black-faced grass withered. This was a bit strange. Out of caution, I specially stole some soil from Silver City and used it.

The "cheating" method made the soil of the two places have a certain degree of similarity. Is it because of the climate?

No, the Land Abandoned by the Gods has this kind of barren climate, so there should be nothing special about it. Or does it need fertilizer?

Gee, why do I, a thief, think about cultivators?