Sitting on the soft sofa, Wei Gao couldn't help but feel a sense of human comfort. He had changed out of his tattered clothes before renting the apartment, and he had already signed a three-year lease with the landlord, so he wouldn't have to worry about housing for at least the foreseeable future. Mr. Z sat opposite him on the sofa, looking worriedly at the books Wei Gao had asked him to buy. Through the covers, he could vaguely make out the words:
How to Get Along with Others
"My lord, why...read this kind of book? Forgive my bluntness, but it offers absolutely no help to the battles we usually face." Seemingly struggling with this for a long time, Mr. Z scratched his neck violently, the skin cracking under his grip to reveal the crimson flesh beneath. Wei Gao looked at Mr. Z's appearance, sighed, and said to him in a low voice, "It seems you haven't absorbed a single bit of what you've read..."
"Your Excellency." Unexpectedly, Mr. Z corrected him very seriously, "I want to correct one point. Your will is the Lord's will. You have shown piety that matches the Lord's wisdom, so I will completely follow your advice although I think reading this is useless, I still remember the contents of this book."
"Oh? Is that so?" Wei Gao raised an eyebrow. "Then let me give you an example: what would you do if a Night Watchman came to your meeting place looking for heretics?"
"Loudly rebuke them for being bewitched by evil gods, and make them convert to our Lord!" Mr. Z said solemnly to Wei Gao, his tone filled with righteous indignation. Wei Gao looked at Mr. Z and scoffed. He prepared his words and said to Mr. Z, "Then what if you die for this reason, causing the Lord to lose all the lambs in Tingen? Do you want to cause the Lord a real loss because of your momentary impulse in words?"
"This…" Mr. Z frowned, "But our Lord's holy book says, 'The Lord's angels need not conceal themselves; only the demons of other gods use words to whitewash violence.' Shouldn't we do as the Lord wills?"
Mr. Z looked at Wei Gao with some panic. He firmly believed in the contents of the holy book of the true Creator, but now the messenger of the Lord had told him completely opposite news. It couldn't be said that his faith was weak, but he was somewhat flustered after the Lord gave him conflicting information.
"…In some ways, you are very devout." Wei Gao sighed. "But, Mr. Z, everything we do is for the Lord to regain His glory. 'Poison flows on the earth, demons have spread across the land,' and mortals have been blinded by the seven gods. As the Lord's messengers, we now have to use language to change the people's impression of the Lord."
Believers are the anchors of God, and the masses who chant the names of deities are also a kind of "weak" anchor. A lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth. And when everyone believes that Aurora is a terrorist organization, then the god they worship naturally becomes an evil god. Ultimately, this is nothing more than the oppression of the defeated by the victors from the divine wars of a thousand years ago or even earlier, back to the time of the sun god's fall. Even if the true creator, when still the ancient sun god, led the three gods of wind, wisdom, and white out of the ruins, it would be the same.
The higher-dimensional observer, now in a different body, hovered quietly beside the true creator, watching his avatar's every move. Upon seeing this, he burst into laughter, mocking the true creator beside him: "Look at you, none of your followers can act I told you your ramblings were too captivating, they've ruined the kids' brains!"
"..." The True Creator watched this scene in silence. Taking advantage of his still relatively clear state, he issued a divine decree to his messenger. The higher-dimensional observer curiously approached, looked at the True Creator, and asked, "What did you say?"
"..." The true creator remained silent.
"Not going to tell me?" The High Dimension Overlord shifted its body and said to the True Creation, "Then I'll ask myself."
"By the way, Mr. Z," Wei Gao picked up the book and asked Mr. Z seemingly casually, "You should understand what the divine revelation the Lord just gave meant, right?"
"Your Excellency, I did hear the voice of the Lord… but I am not very clear about the Lord's will." Mr. Z made the sign of an inverted cross on his chest: "I am still not wise enough to fully understand the Lord's meaning. Please enlighten me."
"Oh, then tell me what you don't understand." Plan in the bag! Wei Gao looked at Mr. Z, who was about to reveal his plan, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"The Lord told me…" Mr. Z closed his eyes, seemingly savoring the moment. The voice he had just heard was both majestic and benevolent, and he suddenly realized that he had misunderstood the Lord's meaning for so many years the Lord did not want them to fall, but rather to bear the sins of all beings and to be a ray of light to illuminate this fallen world.
"Revise the contents of the holy scriptures and the names of the diviners, and purge the impious believers who commit evil in the name of the Lord." Mr. Z's words carried a hint of bloodshed, and it was clear that he had only taken in the latter half of the sentence. Wei Gao pressed the thick book "How to Get Along with People" in his hand and said helplessly to Mr. Z, "You have already excellently fulfilled the latter half of the Lord's requirements Tingen still needs you to spread the Lord's glory, Mr. Z. What you need to do now is learn how to be a qualified bishop."
"First of all, even if you're the 'Rose Bishop,' don't always use flesh magic in front of ordinary people. So, you should continue studying what's in this book." Wei Gao's face revealed a malicious smile, as if he were watching someone being tormented by books. His expression changed several times as he watched Mr. Z, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and sat down next to Wei Gao.
"Praise be to you, praise be to you!" Mr. Z exclaimed, his expression as he looked at the book so heroic and valiant that it seemed he was about to sacrifice himself for the Lord at any moment: "Creator of all things, all-knowing and all-powerful God; you are the source of all greatness, you are the fallen nature of all living beings!"
Well, this name is a bit more respectable now. It's troublesome for a god who holds the power of "fall" to preach thankfully, an outer god like me doesn't need to preach or be an anchor at all. The higher-dimensional observer thought to himself, continuing to watch the scenes presented on the small screens of light in front of him together with the true creator.
Klein drank the potion and carefully controlled his spirituality. Before long, he mastered the most basic spiritual vision. He moved his gaze to carefully examine Old Neil, but suddenly, Klein saw a pair of eyes without eyelashes, cold and ruthless, almost transparent, in the void behind the other man.
Those almost ethereal eyes were silently watching Old Neil, watching Klein. This sent a chill down his spine. He opened his mouth, and blurted out, "You have eyes in the back of your head!"
But before he could finish speaking, and before Old Neil could react, a black cross and an eye veiled by a curtain emerged from around the illusory eyes. Black roses sprouted from the cross, entangling the eye. Klein stared in disbelief as another enormous, cold eye emerged from behind the curtain and, in a remarkably human-like gesture, delivered an uppercut, shattering the eye into pieces.
Looking into those eyes, Klein felt a strange sense of familiarity. But almost simultaneously, he felt a wave of dizziness wash over him. Without time to think, Klein could only shout, "Captain Dunn! Captain Dunn! Something's happened to Old Neil!"
He took two steps outside, then felt an even stronger wave of dizziness wash over him. In the moments before he lost consciousness, Klein suddenly remembered why the eye behind the curtain had looked so familiar:
That was the cold eye he saw above the gray fog two days ago!
When Dunn arrived, he only saw a mess on the ground. He looked at the unconscious Klein and the old Neil sitting blankly in the distance, watching the flesh and blood gradually forming in the air. He couldn't help but clench his fists.
"Have we made too much of a commotion?" the True Creator said in a deep voice. He was in exceptionally good condition today, as if a large part of his humanity was being used to resist the corruption brought to Him by the higher-dimensional observer, tempering His madness somewhat. The higher-dimensional observer silently withdrew its power, looking at the pair of hidden sage's eyes in its hand, and said to the True Creator:
"I suggest you tell your followers who are still in Tingen to run away quickly… Your inverted cross is too distinctive. I just thought the Hidden Sage had discovered us. Damn, I'm afraid I can't stay in Tingen for the time being. Actually, the darkness is not so bad, the key is that I'm afraid of Tyrant PTSD."
"...All my followers in Tingen are dead, except for the one beside you—or so I think," the True Creator sighed. "Unfortunately, that messenger seems a bit dim-witted. By the way, what about your plan to increase my anchors, which you mentioned before?"
"I need to take your messenger to Backlund to reform your church there. I still have some things to finish here, at least to establish a connection between my avatar and the Mysteries," the High Dimensional Overlord said. "By the way, you seem to be in pretty good shape. Was my corruption that effective?"
"Intermittent, that's exactly when the crazy part of humanity is resisting your corruption. I estimate that I'll only have a moment of complete lucidity every ten days or so. But even if my condition is bad, I won't become as completely irrational as before, and our plan can still proceed." The True Creator said calmly, his voice gradually becoming incoherent, and his speech becoming like delirium.
"This is getting interesting." The higher-dimensional observer shifted his posture, watching his avatar in the Forsaken Land accompanying the true creator as he looked at another avatar, once again experiencing the thrill of looking down: "Didn't you just cast a blessing on Klein to isolate him from your corruption?"
"...You too?" The true creator hesitated.
"Well, things are certainly getting interesting." The higher-dimensional observer slumped his limbs. "I didn't really want to get involved in all this; the 'gods' are too annoying."