Hiris would occasionally listen to his believers’ prayers.
He was the God of mountains and craftsmanship, and the creator of dwarves and giants. However, his followers were not limited to just dwarves and giants.
Skilled craftsn were not exclusive to the dwarves, as different races in the world had their own excellent craftsn, most of whom worshipped or revered Hiris, considering him their patron deity.
It could be said, contrary to his friend, the Death God Nakbet, Hiris was one of the most beloved Divine among the people of the world.
Even though people fervently sang his praises, Hiris had not visited the Mortal World for a long ti, not due to any law, but because he simply did not enjoy traveling. Since he helped Death God Nakbet construct the Netherworld, Hiris had settled down there, living with his wife and occasionally visiting Heaven to see his son, Shanon.
Having just finished his slting work, he had been commissioned by a Divine to create jewelry for a wedding. Now, as he rested and found himself utterly bored, Hiris chose to listen to so prayers coming from the earth.
The ears of the God of mountains and craftsmanship first turned toward his dwarves, as they were his favorite race.
Inside the Great Craftsman Temple of the Dwarf Kingdom Kaelonde, the Main Priest kneeled on the ground, facing the divine statue of Hiris, offering a sincere prayer.
"Hiris, great Hiris, ruler of the craftsn’s ten fingers, your humble servant admires you, as a mouse admires a lion."
Unlike the Three-eyed Ape People or humans, the dwarves’ prayers were generally quite simple, even carrying a certain crudeness unique to craftsn.
Hiris liked this, as it clearly demonstrated that his creations were as straightforward as himself.
Inside the Great Craftsman Temple, it was not just the Main Priest praying, Hiris saw that, in addition to the priests, nearly a hundred craftsn had also gathered.
"What is this? Today isn’t so festival, is it?"
Hiris was sowhat puzzled.
"Wise Hiris, you possess supre wisdom, thank you for granting us knowledge!"
Inside the temple, a hundred or so dwarves praised in unison.
Hiris set aside these puzzles, feeling very appreciated by the dwarves’ praises.
He rembered that the last ti he granted knowledge was over two thousand years ago. They really were a group of dwarves who rembered the grace they had been shown, never being ungrateful and continuing to praise the knowledge he had bestowed upon them up to now.
Hiris turned his ears, wanting to listen to other prayers.
Quickly, the gaze of the God of mountains and craftsmanship fell upon a plainly dressed craftsman, who knelt on the ground with a hamr held high, offering Hiris his sincere prayers.
"Oh, great Hiris, before your furnace fire, our wisdom is but a mouse in a burrow.
The machines you create are so exquisitely beautiful, and their structures so ingeniously intricate, that even if we spend our entire lives, we cannot master them."
Listening to this prayer, Hiris couldn’t help but feel it was a bit exaggerated. What was going on? Hadn’t the dwarves already mastered the knowledge he imparted two thousand years ago? Why such flattery?
This view embarrassed Hiris a bit.
Because... in his mind, there was truly no knowledge that the dwarves couldn’t master in their lifeti.
"Since when did dwarves beco so slick-tongued?"
Hiris scratched his head and said.
He continued listening to the prayers.
It was the prayer of an old master craftsman,
"Hiris, your knowledge is like the vast ocean, please grant it to , send down a book, just like the book you sent before.
The chanical Book, a great holy artifact, please grant us another! For your endless wisdom, it is rely a scoop from the ocean."
Hiris was sowhat bewildered.
The chanical Book? What was that?
Am I really that amazing? Can I grant you sothing that doesn’t exist?
He didn’t understand. The master craftsman’s prayer was odd, the ntion of the "chanical Book"—was that so kind of taphor?
He absolutely did not have any "chanical Book"!
The God of mountains and craftsmanship was quite confused, his face full of bewildernt.
Speaking of which, the prayers he listened to today were all a bit strange.
Hiris thought about it; today’s prayers were all about praising his wisdom.
He did not consider himself a wise deity; what he possessed were rely superb skills as a craftsman, so he had never asked the dwarves to praise his wisdom. In the past, praises for the furnace, the hamr, and the craftsmanship were the main thes of prayers.
But today, everywhere he looked, the dwarves were praising his wisdom and even ntioned sothing about the "chanical Book."
Hiris was very puzzled, he truly didn’t understand.
Dwarves, what exactly happened?
With intense curiosity, Hiris decided to spend more ti focusing on the dwarves in the coming days.
...............
You wouldn’t know if you didn’t see, but a glance could take one by surprise.
Hiris was astonished to find that the chanical structures recently created by the dwarves far surpassed those of the past.
Whether it was precision, complexity, or innovation, they were incomparable to the dwarves of the past.
Not only that, but within the Dwarf Kingdom Kaelonde, new and creative ideas were being conceived every day.
The dwarves’ previously stagnant skills had suddenly broken through a bottleneck, and they had explosively created things like the Steam Hydraulic Forging Hamr, Steam Mining Machine, large carbide lamps, hydroelectric looms...
Each of these creations left Hiris utterly amazed.
And all of this was due to an obscure book called "The chanical Book".
Observing for days, Hiris finally understood why the dwarves praised their own wisdom.
Because of the "chanical Book," which was composed of pictures and indecipherable text, it recorded countless chanical structures, both simple and complex. This book thoroughly inspired those talented dwarf craftsn, who consecutively created machinery that surpassed their era.
The dwarves believed that such a complex and profound to must be the work of the mountain and craftsman god, Hiris.
They regarded it as a holy artifact and worshipped it devoutly.
Whenever they encountered chanical structures in the book they could not comprehend, the craftsn would beseech Hiris for revelations, seeking divine answers.
However, no matter how they prayed, they would not receive a response from Hiris.
Because He was powerless to help.
Hiris wanted to tell them, "If I don’t understand it myself, how can I teach you?"
Though He was the god of mountains and craftsn, He had not transcended ti.
And the contents of the "chanical Book" mostly did not belong to their current age, filled with inscrutable text.
Being a craftsman himself, Hiris realized that this book was at least thousands of years ahead of their current era.
However, the dwarves did not consider this, attributing the "chanical Book" to divine wisdom rather than to descendants thousands of years ahead.
Regarding the book’s undecipherable text, the dwarf craftsn and priests had their own interpretations, believing that these texts highlighted the profound teachings of Hiris.
"Those words do not an to keep us from knowing, but rather, to temporarily keep us from knowing.
Hiris does so for a reason, not wanting us to understand too soon, lest we beco arrogantly conceited, lose our humility, or to prevent us from undervaluing ourselves, he filled the book with drawings."
At this, Hiris couldn’t help but feel both amused and saddened.
Before hearing their prayers, He had no idea what the "chanical Book" even was.
It was sothing He had learned about from the mouths of the dwarves themselves.
The praises and laudations of the dwarves gave Hiris a complex feeling that was hard to articulate.
On one hand, as the god of mountains and craftsn, He felt sowhat ashad. The chanical Book was not of His creation, but on the other hand, enjoying unwarranted praise felt not entirely bad, quite comfortable in fact.
However, upon deeper reflection, Hiris felt more worried.
Thus, when the Death God Nakbet visited Him for certain reasons, Hiris talked about His race and the chanical Book.
"Listen to , Nakbet, my dwarves have received a book that descended from above.
It recorded nurous chanical inventions surpassing our tis, and they regard it as my holy gift believing I bestowed it upon them.
Yet I never wrote any chanical Book, I didn’t even know what the chanical Book was.
The chanical Book was sothing I heard about from my own race!"
Hiris roughly explained the situation to Nakbet, growing more urgent as He spoke.
It had been a long ti since He had felt so agitated.
Upon hearing this, Nakbet asked,
"So, where do you think the book ca from?"
Taking a deep breath, Hiris slowly offered his speculation,
"Other than our father, I do not know who else possesses such power."
The speaker had no intentions, but the listener read between the lines.
Nakbet’s face froze, and He stared at Hiris blankly.
Catching the change, Hiris quickly inquired,
"What’s wrong?"
Nakbet countered,
"Don’t you know?
Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know. That’s why I ca to you."
Hiris looked completely lost.
He had always stayed within the depths of the Netherworld, living a life indifferent to worldly affairs, almost completely disconnected from external news.
"Dream God Laren, He discovered our father and bestowed an unprecedented power upon mortal beings!"
Nakbet enunciated each word,
"This news has begun to spread and has caused quite an uproar."
Subsequently, Nakbet relayed the death of Dream God’s offspring Shangla’er and the matters concerning Kagu and the Dream God.
After listening to the whole story, Hiris was even more confounded, montarily lost for words.
anwhile, Nakbet was muttering to himself.
"When the judges were judging Kagu, they learned from his own words that his power ca from the divine Path, which was directly from our father.
Now, you learned about the chanical Book among your dwarves, which also cos from our father."
At this point, Nakbet trembled involuntarily.
At that mont, He reached a conclusion.
A conclusion that was sufficient to terrify the gods,
"Our father... is about to transform this world!"
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