"What you just said... is it true?" Xiao Jingsan asked.
In the live broadcast, Su Ming’an spoke about ancient myths for a full half-hour. Many of these myths Xiao Jingsan had never heard of, such as Papyrus and Noah’s Ark. Su Ming’an’s account was vivid and convincing. Xiao Jingsan couldn’t help but wonder—how did Su Ming’an know these myths?
In Su Ming’an’s narration, those who forget history would endure the sufferings of Purgatory. Various punishnts were detailed by Su Ming’an, sending chills down one’s spine, making one believe these events truly happened in history.
"Those things I just ntioned?" Su Ming’an said.
"Yes. Where did you hear these myths? It’s truly astonishing. I have browsed nurous ancient texts but have never heard of such myths. Could it be that your Old God mories have awakened?" Xiao Jingsan said.
"No." Su Ming’an smiled, "I made them up spontaneously."
Xiao Jingsan’s expression froze.
He stared blankly at Su Ming’an, as if hearing sothing unbelievable.
"Made... made up?"
"To gain legitimacy in the na of the ’Old God,’ one must fabricate sufficiently orthodox stories to convince the public. The truth of the story doesn’t matter as long as it arouses their desire to trace history." Su Ming’an said, "They believe that blind faith in deities would grant humanity a beautiful future. So I fabricate opposing stories to sow doubt, and the effect is achieved."
The myths of Heavenly Valley and Nine Serenities are derived from Dante’s Divine Cody.
The story of papyrus cos from the ancient Egyptian Book of the Dead.
Selecting the story of Noah’s Ark makes people believe that goodness is rewarded.
Finally, mix in the three major angels from the doctrines, half-truths that beco convincing.
The truth or falsehood of myths doesn’t matter. What matters is establishing the initial doctrine and background; otherwise, it’s just building castles in the air without theoretical basis.
While Su Ming’an lectured, he improvised the necessary story backgrounds—temples, angels, followers... all sorts of fabricated stories were narrated by him, becoming the reality people choose to believe. Like an ideal nation built out of thin air.
He knew well this was a war of faith. When deities wanted to destroy the world, he had to confront them as an equally high-standing god; there was no other way.
Su Ming’an posted the video online, and people were already in an uproar. Due to Su Ming’an’s missionary halo, those who listened longer were more inclined to believe.
"I think the Number One Player is truly an Old God. Otherwise, there’s no explaining why he suddenly appeared, why he suddenly beat the Dream Patrol ga." Said Lin Yunting from the psychological counseling center.
"The Number One Player has the dual identity of an Eligible and an Exotic Species, truly unlike an ordinary person." Comnted Norse of the Dream Patrol Family.
"Order Angel Li Mingyue, Slaughter Angel Xiao Ying, Judgnt Angel Chao Yan? Who are these people to dare call themselves angels?" Netizens questioned.
"I know Li Mingyue, he’s a bishop from a small remote city, how did he suddenly beco an angel? Isn’t Xiao Ying a Vice Sect Hierarch of the Old Day Church, how did he end up as an angel? It’s too fake." A Dao Ya City resident comnted.
"Shouldn’t the Number One Player focus on playing the ga properly? Instead, he’s ddling everywhere, interfering with the Union Governnt’s Ark Project, and defying deities. These young people just think about disturbing social order all day long."
"The video can’t be faked, so it’s real."
"Does anyone know where to buy papyrus? I want to buy a set."
"Old God, redeem !!!"
Su Ming’an skimd through these comnts, and he quickly realized the supportive remarks were disappearing little by little.
He instantly understood that deities were deleting comnts supporting the Old God.
Even if there were supportive voices, upon clicking to view—
[This reply does not exist.]
[This post does not exist.]
[This comnt does not exist.]
[This video does not exist.]
Words disappearing into thin air, one absent post after another, like castles in the sky.
Though there was strict online control, it caused a huge uproar offline instead.
The reason was simple, the deities’ oracle had indeed violated many people’s interests and privacy, compressing many people’s living spaces.
At 4:40 AM, the Ahsente Kingdom was the first to express support for the Old God, with Queen Blanche stating her willingness to heed the Old God.
At 4:42 AM, the Human Self-Rescue Alliance made a statent that they would treat the Number One Player in the sa manner as they treated the Alliance Hierarch "Tang," strictly adhering to everything the Number One Player commanded.
At 4:45 AM, unrest erupted in the ifei Freedom Federation, with the Talisman Family storming the royal court, dragging politicians out to be burned alive.
"You should atone for the Fire Transmitters! Filthy schers!" The Talisman Family raised torches, tying politicians onto stakes.
"Don’t think about enslaving us, don’t try to turn us into zombies; I refuse to beco a deity’s slave!"
"Burn them! Burn down the church!"
With a loud crash, the church collapsed in the flas.
At 4:48 AM, similar unrest erupted in the Lairo Empire, but Bivis executed thousands with decisive ans, even if so were innocent.
The flickering firelight cast shadows over his handso face, the deep hollows of his eyes were cold and profound. He caressed the blood-red tattoo on his collarbone, gazing at the people below with reverence.
Everyone bowed to Bivis uniformly, like ta and numb animals. Their eyes were devoid of emotion, like zombies.
"Number One Player, you are courting death." Bivis said flatly, watching Su Ming’an’s speech.
At 4:52 AM, the Lairo Empire, Joss Grand Duchy, and Holy Alliance Army ford an alliance.
"And now, the night news broadcast—"
"At 4:52 AM on February 9th, Lairo Empire’s Prince Bivis, Joss Grand Duchy’s Prince Misei, and Holy Alliance Army representative Mizushima Kawa Sora the Goddess had a constructive discussion on the Old God matter, fully exchanging views."
"The three parties will form an alliance, expressing outrage over remarks related to the Old God. The Holy Alliance Army will not stand idly by. The Number One Player taking the na of the Old God, elevating three mortals to angels, cannot be tolerated..."
At 4:58 AM, the deities stepped out of their high tower.
Standing on a high platform overlooking the millions of fireseeds on earth, the deity could feel the long-vanished faith in the Old God blazing once more like a prairie fire. Even the millions of emotions sensed by the deity were increasingly mingled with people’s longing for the Old God.
What Su Ming’an depicted—that era of freedom in singing, writing, and painting, was deeply embedded in people’s minds through the effect of his missionary halo, like a fireseed.
The deity’s hands rested on the platform’s railing, their rcury-like white hair flowing onto the ground, their voice low and perplexed:
"Why..."
"Why insist on awakening their mories, why insist on returning to the Mortal World as the Old God, when I clearly... I clearly paved the way for you. Do you not know, do you not know who our real enemy is..."
The deity’s ten fingers tightened.
The deity heard the sounds of people’s dreams: innocent children singing in their sleep. mories of the previous generation, buried, resurfaced like butterflies flapping in the barren dreamscape, and so the songs rose abruptly, like an indelible miracle:
"In the fifth watch, copper mirrors accompany shadows, everything belongs to you."
"A flower, a world; a leaf, a Bodhi."
"Worldly floating by, fortune arrives at Dawn..."
The singing is so piercing, it makes the Deity feel betrayed——having sheltered humanity for a millennium, now they betray Him to believe in an Old God.
The Deity closes His eyes and mutters to Himself: "If that’s the case...I will rewind you, to let you know this path is a dead end..."
At 5:02 AM, Su Ming’an appeared at the royal court of the Kingdom of Dithe, where Princess Aina, as the first heir, welcod him.
"Princess Aina likes you very much, Mr. Su...or should we now address you as Old God?" the Duke said: "We are willing to believe in your myth. If you can bond with the Princess and promise a marriage pact, we are willing to mobilize the entire nation to assist you."
They were the second country to openly acknowledge the Old God, and they needed reassurance.
The sweet aroma of strawberry cake lingered in the breeze, like a warm wind of happiness. Princess Aina smiled gracefully, with an elegant deanor.
Su Ming’an simply said: "Let’s cooperate in another way, I would hinder her."
After his interaction with Princess Aina, Su Ming’an left a small piece of white tendril as reassurance before swiftly heading to the next country.
5:13 AM, 5:27 AM, 5:42 AM...
He, accompanied by Chao Yan, continuously traveled to different locations, conversing with various Kings. His profile as the Old God also popped up:
...
[Old God·Divine Na "Lighthouse"
Saint: 1 person
Zealot: 12 people
Devout believers: 2189 people
Believer: 182936289 people
Believers: 729381621 people
Overall victory rate: 21.6%]
...
[Additional buff: (As the plot progresses, you will gain more buffs)
1. Missionary Halo (Gold Level): During large speeches or long conversations, you will exhibit a srizing effect. The more people accept your words, the more likely they are to heed all your commands. Regular speeches can increase believers.
2. Identity of the First Dream Patrol Family: As the First Dream Patrol Family, you once publicly revealed the Ark Project. This increases your Missionary Halo effect by 20%.
3. Identity of Number One Player: As the Number One Player, you gain easier recognition from other players. This increases your Missionary Halo effect by 20%.]
...
[Due to the absence of a full-scale war, the modules for public sentint, economy, and military remain closed.]
...
It’s Su Ming’an’s first ti fighting a Faith War, and he feels sowhat novel.
According to the depth of faith: Saint＞Zealot＞Devout believer＞Believer＞Believers. Believers only acknowledge him as an Old God but will not truly help him. Devout believers and Zealots are willing to pay a considerable price to aid him.
These believers might be so of those residing in remote villages who know the history. Also, the remnant soldiers of the Human Self-Rescue Alliance who wish to support the Old God.
But the title "Saint" is different; "Saint" signifies soone willing to sacrifice everything for him, even life and soul. Even Deities seldom have Saints.
Su Ming’an curiously checked who his Saint was.
A line of text appeared: [Saint: Lv Shu]
"..."
Su Ming’an was montarily stunned; he indeed hadn’t expected this choice.
At 8:40 AM, urgent news arrived from the front line——Exotic Species Royals have appeared.
Exotic Species Royals are not the Exotic Species King but rather the precursor to Exotic Species King’s resurrection. They pave the way and first conquer a piece of land.
Suddenly, Su Ming’an heard terrifying news. The mont Exotic Species Royals appeared, they slaughtered near The First Tower, where now no living people remained.
"Hello, hello..." Su Ming’an had Du dial Lu’s number, but nobody answered. Even the call to Yamada Machiichi yielded no result. Both of them should be near The First Tower.
"..." Su Ming’an called Mo Yan’s number, but again, there was no answer. Mo Yan was in the Ubang Nation, so theoretically, he should not be unreachable.
"What now?" Chao Yan asked.
"Return to Little Town, find the Godfather; he should know what to do." Su Ming’an frowned.
He realized, if teammates don’t answer calls, it’s highly likely they have already...
"Relax, have so candy." Chao Yan handed Su Ming’an a rainbow candy.
The candy was a bit sour, slightly calming Su Ming’an.
The chanical wheelchair carried four people, heading to the Ubang Nation. However, the wheelchair hovered in the sky above Ubang Nation for quite so ti without spotting any living person.
"This should be the Ubang Nation, why isn’t there anyone?" Xiao Jingsan looked at the silent city.
Torrential rain fell from the sky, Su Ming’an silently gazing at the deserted city below, suddenly realizing a horrific truth.
"Ubang Nation, is it..." Su Ming’an slowly said: "Wiped out by so existence?"
He maneuvered the wheelchair to speed towards Dao Ya City.
Amongst the barren land, Dao Ya City stood like a solitary island amidst ruins. Li Mingyue, dressed in white, was waiting at the city gates.
Su Ming’an saw the cold, icy glare of Li Mingyue.
——This wasn’t Li Mingyue, but a Deity’s body possession, this was the Deity.
"I give you one chance to rewind." The Deity said: "Lu and Yamada Machiichi are dead, killed by Exotic Species Royals near The First Tower. Mo Yan is also dead because of an Instant Death Rule from a disciple that wiped out the entire Ubang Nation, leaving Mo Yan no chance of survival. Now——Rewind, Su Ming’an."
Su Ming’an’s pupils trembled.
The Deity smiled and said: "Do you wonder why I’m eager to erase history?"
Su Ming’an: "Why?"
The Deity said: "Because reminiscing history could awaken the Exotic Species King. These Exotic Species Royals awakened so quickly because of you. If you continue retracing, the Exotic Species King will also awaken. The Ubang Nation was annihilated because a disciple deed you very dangerous. Everyone has died because of you."
Su Ming’an: "So what?"
The Deity chuckled: "Simply by choosing to beco a god, you are inevitably led to this predicant. Of course, you can choose to abandon becoming a god; I said it, just obey , and I’ll grant you the Perfect Pass..."
Su Ming’an stared into His eyes:
"Shut up."
"In twenty days, I’ll stuff you in a white cat plush toy and use you as a ball."
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