Benson returned home and breathed a sigh of relief. It was already afternoon, and Benson mentally calculated that Klein's interview should be over by now. He opened the door with a joyful expression and saw a scholarly face standing before him.
"Ah, Klein, you're back. How did your interview go at noon?" Benson smiled as he looked at his younger brother.
"Very bad," Klein said expressionlessly, startling Benson. Fortunately, Klein's joke was short-lived; he smiled briefly afterward. "Actually, I didn't even have an interview. I found a job beforehand, three pounds a week…"
Benson listened quietly, a smile gradually spreading across his face. As if marveling at how much his younger brother had grown up, he turned to Klein and said:
"Klein, guess why I didn't get back until the afternoon?"
Klein paused, looking at Benson as if he didn't understand. Benson tapped his slightly balding head, smiled, and said to Klein, "Actually, I landed a big order for the company this morning, and coincidentally, I met a generous gentleman..."
"..."
"...And now, I earn £2 a week, and with your salary, our family's situation won't be so difficult."
Gao Wei stood in the shadows at a distance, watching the Moretti family. He watched silently as Melissa returned to the Moretti's house, a slight smile playing on his lips. His existence had been made known to Klein and Melissa through Benson. His next step was to cooperate with them as a wealthy businessman, accumulating enough goodwill to win over the future Lord of Mysteries. Then he could continue to look down upon the masses without any worries, reaching the pinnacle of divine existence where he could spend his days watching movies and idly passing the time…
"Thump!" An invisible spiritual force spread outward from the Moretti family's residence. Wei Gao looked at the crimson moonlight in the sky and jumped backward without hesitation. Wei Gao landed on the ground and dusted himself off.
The hateful goddess of the night.
High above the distant stars, the higher-dimensional observer shifted its body, venting its frustration by fiddling with one of the planets ruled by the super-star overlord, before retreating into its veil to savor the chaos. The complex and ever-changing system brought it pleasure, barely easing its anger at being suppressed by a mere true god.
However, the annoyance did not disappear; it simply shifted from the higher-dimensional observer to the super-star overlord who was cursing God.
The High Dimension tapped the ground with his cane, taking advantage of the moment when the Goddess of Night was relaxed after surveying the situation, and slowly walked towards the Aurora Society it was time to join the Aurora Society in his current capacity and let them take the blame for him, the Outer God. The True Creator was a crucial part of his plan; compared to the Mysterious, He didn't want God to be born. It should be noted that the pathways controlled by the High Dimension Overlord were adjacent to those of the "White Tower" and the "Spectator," sharing similar authority.
Walking along the street, Wei Gao maintained his unchanging posture, his face expressionless. He strolled through the somewhat quiet streets, observing everything around him. The night air here possessed a chaotic atmosphere unique to this era, which pleased Wei Gao, the observer. Everyone was acting according to their own desires, no longer bound by their social status. In some of the brightly lit, bustling areas, he could even see minor nobles mingling, abandoning their identities to mingle with commoner women.
Just this place alone is like a scene from a most magical movie script.
But after watching for a while, Wei Gao grew somewhat bored. He tapped his cane and, using his celestial perspective, walked towards a tightly sealed basement. He knocked on the door, and a gruff voice came from inside:
"Stop knocking, get away from here!"
"Praise the Lord. (Hermes' words)"
"...A new compatriot?"
"The all-knowing and all-powerful God, the Creator of all things. (Hermes' words)" The High Dimension concealed the Outer God characteristics within him, shrouding the Mystic characteristics on top of the Outer God characteristics, thereby revealing the Mystic characteristics. The True Creator responded to his prayer with murmurs, causing his mortal body to twitch slightly, appearing exceptionally terrifying.
"..." The voice from inside the door was somewhat silent, "Wait a moment, I'll go ask for instructions."
After a moment, the tightly closed door creaked open. A somewhat effeminate, but undeniably handsome face emerged. The man sized up Wei Gao with his eyes, then reached out and pulled him inside.
In the pitch-black basement, flickering lights illuminated faces hidden in the shadows, silently praying before the candles. Flesh and blood writhed and rolled on the hard floor. Even the most resolute would be driven mad by such a sight, but Wei Gao listened with fascination to the murmurs of the true creator, gleaning from them the words of the true creator, while watching some less resilient believers vomit blood and wail on the ground.
"This is Mr. Z. The divine messenger wishes to see you." The man who brought Wei Gao in whispered in Wei Gao ear before hurriedly finding a quiet spot to continue praying. Wei Gao looked at Mr. Z, who was kneeling at the head of the group, praying silently. His eyes showed no panic, only admiration.
To remain half-mad amidst the delirious ramblings of a deity truly a devout believer. Even the incessant ramblings would likely struggle to corrupt the true Creator's messengers. The higher dimension nodded silently, marveling at humanity's incredible resilience. To be such a fragile being, yet to persist in this way, allowed the Outer Gods to understand why the True Creator so favored humanity.
While Gao Wei was scrutinizing Mr. Z, Mr. Z was also observing him. Mr. Z looked at the newly appeared "Secret Prayer" and felt somewhat bewildered. Even newcomers who had become Secret Prayer before would be taken aback by their sacred prayer rituals, unable to fully praise God's power or receive His grace. But this seemingly weak and powerless newcomer, a wealthy businessman, was different. His expression changed from indifference to surprise, and then from surprise to praise, making Mr. Z wonder if there was something wrong with his mind.
"What are you thinking about?" Mr. Z couldn't contain his curiosity and asked.
"I never imagined before I came that the (true Creator) would have such a devout believer as you," Wei Gao praised. "Mr. Z, you are a faithful lamb of the Lord."
Several believers kneeling beside Mr. Z looked up at Wei Gao, seemingly surprised by his audacity. Although Mr. Z felt that Wei Gao was right, he still felt offended by his tone and said coldly, "Everyone in the Aurora Society is the Lord's most faithful believer."
"I understand, I misspoke." Gaowei made an inverted cross on his chest. "Praise be to you, all-knowing and all-powerful God, Creator of all things; Lord behind the veil of shadow; Fallen nature of all living beings! (Hermes' words)"
Watching the flesh and blood writhing beside Wei Gao, the muscles undulating like earthworms within his body, Mr. Z's words caught in his throat. Looking at the sincere eyes of Wei Gao, he was speechless what could he say to a believer so wholeheartedly devoted to praising the Lord? After a moment of silence, Mr. Z could only say:
"...Go find a place to pray first."
"Alright." The High Dimension sat before the candlelight, communicating with the True Creator. This feeling intrigued Him. A wisp of power subtly seeped from the High Dimension, spreading towards the True Creator, towards the Forsaken Land, beginning its dialogue with the True Creator
Klein awoke with a start, finding himself enveloped in a layer of gray mist. To avoid waking the sleeping Benson and Melissa, he panicked and immediately hid in the bathroom. He took four steps backward to the top of the mist and saw it surging in one direction. Looking closer, Klein discovered what appeared to be an enormous, cold eye in that direction!
Klein was jolted out of the gray fog, his head throbbing. But then he heard Dunn Smith's voice: "Someone broke into your room, took your revolver, cornered him in the hallway, and then handed him over to us."
Layer upon layer of murmured chants echoed through the basement. Mr. Z snapped out of his prayerful state and was shocked to find the surrounding shadows raging. Many of the inquirers and listeners collapsed to the ground, spitting blood, and inhuman features began to appear on their bodies. As the chanting deepened, so did Mr. Z, but he excitedly opened his arms and loudly praised the "gift" of the true Creator.
"Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! You have finally answered us! You have finally sent down your divine message!"
Mr. Z lay prone on the ground, his right ear pressed against the earth. After endless torment from delirious ramblings, he finally pieced together the divine message from the true Creator from his mind:
"Take away…the painter…my benefactor. The action to help him…I, awaken."
Mr. Z quickly scanned his surroundings and saw Wei Gao nonchalantly painting, his work stained with the blood of others. He was smearing on the ground, drawing an upside-down figure with endless light behind him. Although the blood-stained lines made the statue on the ground look somewhat sinister, Mr. Z could tell at a glance that Wei Gao was drawing their master.
"I'll take you away, come with me." Mr. Z transformed into a shadow, flashing behind Wei Gao, a ruthless glint in his eyes. Mr. Z grabbed Wei Gao, casually flipped a hidden button, and immediately ran outside with him. As soon as the two left the basement, Mr. Z lit a match and threw it inside.
"boom----!"
"I'll distract the heretics, Your Excellency, you run first!"
Mr. Z spread out his flesh and blood, attracting the substitutes who came upon hearing the sound.