"What is this?" Wei Gao's face twitched slightly. He patted his cheeks, trying hard to control himself from making a strange expression. Mr. Z was a little embarrassed, but also a little proud. He was embarrassed because this was a "welcome ceremony" that he had suggested his companions in Backlund organize he was the culprit. What made Mr. Z proud was that he now understood the thoughts of the Favored Ones, and that he was now more able to touch the divine will than his companions in Backlund.
Mr. Z said in a low voice, "My lord, I'll go and have them put the sign away first..."
"No, no need." Wei Gao took a deep breath: "They're coming this is too ostentatious. Sigh, don't always do these things, it's too easy to expose us."
"Okay, I understand." Mr. Z nodded seriously, strode towards Mr. A who was coming to greet him, and shouted, "Put that down! Don't disrupt... um, yes, don't disrupt public order!"
Sure enough, nine out of ten members of the Aurora Society are crazy, and the other one is somewhat seriously ill... Wei Gao quietly watched Mr. Z, sighed inwardly, and then lifted his leg and walked forward.
Hearing Mr. Z's words, a flash of anger crossed Mr. A's eyes. He looked at Mr. Z, the Rose Bishop whose strength was inferior to his own, and seemed to be considering whether to rid the Lord of this scourge. However, before making a move, Mr. A remembered that the Lord's chosen one was right behind Mr. Z, and after thinking it over, he decided against it—the leader had come, and he had to leave a good impression.
"Your Excellency," Mr. A said respectfully to Wei Gao as they exited the train station, bowing his head. "We have received the Lord's oracle and have prepared a travel plan for you in Backlund. Would you like to go to our… um, gathering point first, or would you like us to arrange your carriage home first?"
Mr. A glanced at the pedestrians around him, but refrained from saying the words "Aurora Meeting".
"Let's go to your side first, Mr. A." Wei Gao nodded and said, "We are pressed for time. The false gods who have betrayed the Lord will not rest. They want to keep the Lord in the dark shadows forever. We need to hurry up and restore the Lord's glory."
"You're right." Mr. A smiled. His face, which possessed the true aesthetic of the Creator, seemed completely unrelated to his identity as a "cult member" in the sunlight. Others would only see him as a slightly frail but handsome young man. "It is our greatest honor to be able to serve the Lord. Welcome, Your Excellency, to inspect the Backlund Aurora Society."
The higher-dimensional observer looked down at the true creator hanging upside down on the cross, a smile appearing on His face. This smile widened, gradually becoming distorted. The higher-dimensional observer laughed and said to the true creator, "Let me guess the origin of this phrase? Did you teach them to say it? It sounds too formulaic. You, a scientist, would say something like that? Did you learn it back when you were trying to get funding?"
"…I didn't teach them," the True Creator said in a deep voice.
"Yes, I understand, I understand." The higher-dimensional observer gently touched the ribs on the avatar's body, which were so badly corroded they were about to fall off. "So you've etched this instinct into your own path. Tsk, your followers are all masters of disguise. I actually want to ask you: how desperate were you for money when the oil ran out?"
"...None of your business."
The True Creator, looking at the exceptionally wealthy Outer God before him, suddenly felt that the words spoken by the Goddess of Night before her departure had been too kind. Far above in the starry sky, the Super-Star Ruler cautiously glanced at the High-Dimensional Overlord, who was laughing loudly behind a veil, fearing that He might suddenly lose his temper and come over to give His "potted plant" a couple of punches.
"Just like the Celestial Venerable, this kind of entertaining god is too annoying," Super Star Overlord said through gritted teeth.
Gaowei followed Mr. A into an empty house, where in the basement he saw many introspectors and listeners, heads bowed in silent prayer. They prayed hidden in the shadows, their faces illuminated only by the faint light of the fire. Although the True Creator's current state was far better than before, making these extraordinary beings appear no different from ordinary people in their prayers, Gaowei still narrowed his eyes, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.
"Creator of all things, omniscient and omnipotent God; You are the source of all greatness, You are the fallen nature of all living beings!" Mr. A prayed with his eyes closed. Earlier, when they returned to the Aurora Club, Mr. Z had been forcibly moved to the side to "rest." Mr. A opened his eyes, looked at the disgruntled High Dimension beside him, and cautiously asked:
"Excuse me, Your Excellency, are you not entirely satisfied? Is there something wrong with what we did?"
"I remember the Lord revised the Holy Scriptures before, Mr. A. The current way of praying is still too superficial. It's easy to expose and unreasonable." Wei Gao put on a serious expression and said to Mr. A, "I think we can change the prayer to be recited silently in our hearts, so that we can pray 24 hours a day without interruption. We can change the gesture of pointing the inverted cross on the chest to visualizing a radiant upright cross in our minds, so as to anchor ourselves to the Lord's current Holy Scriptures."
"Hmm…" Mr. A pondered, increasingly convinced that the method proposed by the higher dimension was feasible. This not only aligned with the role-playing laws of the Mystic People but also accelerated the role-playing process he tried it in his mind, and as always, he received a response from the Lord. The Lord's response no longer caused him a splitting headache but instead brought him a sense of glory, like a bearer of suffering. Mr. A was overjoyed, sensing a radiance hidden in the shadows. He suddenly looked up at the higher dimension, seemingly astonished by the method's effectiveness.
"But how can we let others hear the glory of the Lord in this way?" After a moment's hesitation, Mr. A asked with some doubt, "Wouldn't no one know that we believe in the Lord? And I'm worried that some hypocrites might use this as an opportunity to infiltrate our community and blaspheme the glory of the Lord..."
"Of course, you can combine this method with the previous ones. For example, hold regular gatherings for preaching or collective prayer after all, there are many people from the lower classes among the Lord's believers, some of whom are illiterate and cannot understand the Lord's scriptures. Without understanding the Lord's glory, they will naturally be misled by the suffering the Lord bears." Wei Gao said with a smile, "And if you are worried about the issue of missionary work, as long as you 'bishops' can hide yourselves and enter the various classes of Backlund, you can naturally increase the number of believers for the Lord."
Mr. A listened carefully to Wei Gao's words, seemingly lost in thought. Wei Gao paused slightly before continuing to explain to Mr. A: "Of course, those at the grassroots level who are also prayer followers and listeners can also increase the number of believers for the Lord. I believe that they now need to receive unified education and join a unified union to spread the Lord's glory through their actions you know, the Lord's favor will not fall upon those lazy people who only know how to pray."
"I admire your wisdom!" Mr. A praised earnestly.
Watching Mr. A act swiftly, proving himself to be the most devout believer of the true Creator, Wei Gao stood silently at the basement entrance. He watched as Mr. A pulled up one by one the Mystics, and opened the windows for light. The atmosphere here changed from dark to solemn, and the faces of the once crazy and evil Mystics were now shrouded in a holy glow.
"The Hanged Man pathway's influence from top to bottom is truly powerful..." Wei Gao muttered to himself, when suddenly a somewhat cold voice came from beside him:
"Your Excellency."
Wei Gao turned around and saw a man whose body was hidden in the darkness. Wei Gao sensed him and quickly recognized him. He turned back, smiled, and greeted the man.
"Greetings, Lord Dark Saint."
"No, no, you are too kind. We admire Your Excellency's wisdom, and the glory of the Lord will surely shine upon you." The Dark Saint Kexma waved his hand and respectfully inquired, "May I ask what your next move is…"
"Ah, I need a place to advance to 'Listener.' By God's grace, I digest potions very quickly." Gao Wei rambled on in reality, he didn't need to digest potions at all. The contamination in the potions had almost no effect on his essentially ancient soul, and his Outer God characteristics had been completely digested millions of years ago. The only thing that had some impact was the spiritual imprint left by the true creator within the potions, but even these imprints were sealed away by Wei Gao using his unique abilities and used for other purposes.
"Praise be to the Lord." Kesma made the sign of the cross on his chest and said in praise, "It's a rare opportunity for you to come to Backlund. Is there anything else you would like to ask?"
"There is something…but I don't need your help." Gao Wei said to Kesma with a smile, "I (the original owner of this body) am a descendant of the Abraham family and have some connections here. Tomorrow night, I'm going to a banquet as a painter. Hehe, please lend me Mr. A. I want him to get to know more people in high society—it would be great for our overall development."
"Then, the Aurora Society's current gathering place is still too dilapidated," Gao Wei said casually. "I plan to donate a small manor to the Aurora Society in my personal capacity."
The true Creator, looking down at the higher-dimensional beings, once again felt a touch of envy for the wealth of the outer gods.
"What happened to the saying that all evil gods are poor?" the true creator muttered to himself.
"Only you and the future 'Fool' are evil gods, dear True Creator, I am an Outer God." The High Dimensional Overlord said sincerely, "My path determines that I will never lack money."