Chapter 117: Praise to the God of Immortality

Iron Cross Street, Lower Street.

This is the real slum of Tingen City. Too many people die here hopelessly like garbage.

Happiness, joy, hope, future...these sacred words do not exist here.

"Old man, how long do you think it will take me?" Leonard, wearing a black shirt, looked at the people walking away.

There were luxurious balls in Tingen City, with nobles, wealthy people, and parliamentarians enjoying a lavish life; at the same time, there were also ordinary people who could not eat enough every morning and had no idea what tomorrow would bring, a Loen term.

"I think you are really courting death." The old man began to lecture him rudely.

"If you're talking about cleaning up ... the neighborhood, then I have no problem at all with you being able to do it.

But you want to change this place, do you think it’s possible?”

"Of course." Leonard raised his eyebrows.

“I believe I can do it.”

“I hope you can hold on…” and not get lost.

Reason told the old man that what Leonard did was like a mortal drawing a bow and arrow, trying to shoot down the sun in the sky. It was 100% impossible to accomplish and there was no hope at all.

But his emotions told the old man that maybe, maybe... maybe there was a slight possibility?
Fanning the smell of dust and mud in the air, Leonard took out a notebook and began to record everything here.

Amid the hustle and bustle of the roadside, Leonard picked up a pen and recorded the ordinary lives of the vendors one by one.

“Oh, how much do I earn in a day?

I’m not sure, but it’s enough for me to have black bread three times a day for a week, and occasionally I can eat meat and fish for one or two meals. I really miss that taste…”

“You ask…let me think about it.

My family of seven can eat enough, my husband works at the dock to move goods, and it is enough for my children to go to XX school to learn to read and write..."

"Go away! Stop pretending, you upper-class people!
You are a bunch of vampires! Evil spirits! Monsters! Disgusting things. It is because of your machines that I have to lose my job..."

"Oh, what do I think?
I have no opinion. These machines have reduced the prices of many breads and seasonings. As long as my job is not replaced, I don’t care…”

"Why do you think I am so miserable?
When I was young, I had a lot of strength and worked at the docks and factories to make a living. Now that I am old, no one cares about me. Those kids want to take my money. What a ridiculous life..."

“Record, great.

I just think that we fruit vendors need to keep records. Look at what kind of life we ​​live. These fruits can only depend on God’s will. If there is bad weather, here…”

On the bustling street, Leonard spent more than two hours to record these notes that were truly of practical reference value.

"Huh." Holding the notebook, Leonard found a chair with obvious stains on it and thought carefully.

"Have you thought of a solution?"

"No, these people... they represent so much."

"I knew it would be like this."

"Old man, have you ever seen anything like this?"

"Of course." The old man said proudly, "I have lived so long, but it is not in vain."

"I have seen an extraordinary person who had the same idea as you. He tried to change the lives of these poor people, but he failed in the end and the result was miserable."

"What did he do?"

"He banned private factories and relied on his own... what you call official power to try to change everything... and in the end, he was stoned to death by ordinary people.

Oh, you don’t know the expression on that person’s face at that time, it’s really… Never mind, there’s no point in telling you this.”

"what?"

"Oh, kid, remember, be careful of them!

Even if these people seem harmless and could die at any time, like a bunch of weeds blowing in the wind, your help could very likely become a weapon to stab you under the control of some people. "

"……I see."

While Leonard was "chatting" with the old man, a man dressed mysteriously came up to Leonard quietly.

“Friend, do you crave money?”

"What?" Leonard looked at the young man in front of him with confusion.

He was wearing a very ordinary vest shirt, and his whole body was very clean, and his eyes were full of hope.

He doesn't look like a person from Iron Cross Street, but seems to be from another neighborhood.

"Well, do you desire money, power, or... this ability?"

The young man tapped the air lightly with his finger.

A clump of gray weeds in front of Leonard burst into visible vitality.

"This is?"

"Yes, this is the power bestowed by our God on us mortals." The young man looked fanatical.

'Old man, this is a cultist.'

'Nonsense, of course they are cultists. ' 'Join us and you will get all of this.'

The bewitching words full of villain flavor seemed like something a second-rate extra would say.

"I introduce my God to you." It was as if he returned to normal in an instant, or not as crazy as he was... evil and crazy.

The young man politely stretched out his hand and drew a symbol on his chest, his face kind and full of hope.

“Here, as a devout believer of the Lord, please allow me to introduce the Lord to you.

I will praise the mercy of my Lord to you."

"My Lord is not the gods; He exists in the heart of every living being.

Our Lord will bless those who have good intentions in their hearts."

"My Lord needs no sacrifice or faith,
My Lord does not need the sacrifice of living beings,
Our Lord is generous and merciful,

God loves the world.

My God loves every living being equally."

No need for faith? No need for sacrifice? Leonard's first reaction was to wonder if this was a ritual created by some Beyonder.

'Old man, do you know what this is?'

"How would I know these things?" The old man rolled his eyes at Leonard.

“We should follow the revelation of our hearts and move forward under the gaze of the Lord.”

At first glance, it seemed like a sect of some kind of righteous God, with no sacrifices, no need for faith, and no constraints or restrictions... But the young man's next words completely defined this "my God".

"My God is so dazzling and brilliant that we mortal ants dare not speak His name in vain. We should respect Him as the God of Eternal Life."

"Believe in my God and you will enjoy eternal life!"

You...seem like a liar, right?

Leonard looked at the young man with such eyes.

The young man was not angry. He stretched out his hand and cut open his chest, demonstrating with practical action what "immortality" is.

"Blessed by my God, we will enjoy eternal life."

The young man had a ferocious look on his face, and golden branches and leaves appeared on his cheeks.

Not only that, the dissected internal organs were wriggling like some living worms running around, and hundreds of eyeballs had grown where his heart would be.

His arms were as dry as straw, his nails were sharp and pointed, and his eyeballs popped out like springs.

He demonstrated the word "longevity" through practical actions.

In an instant, the scene on the set went from the extraordinary potion to the style of the critical series with the three values ​​​​dropping rapidly.

"Fuck! Enemies! Hit them!"

Leonard's first reaction was to kick the young man to the ground.

Then, he used his extraordinary power.

"Ah, the danger of fear, the crimson hope."

"At least one thing is true: this life flies by."

"One thing is true, the rest are lies."

"After a flower blooms, it will die."

…………

A soothing power spread out, but it had no effect... The young man rushed towards Leonard without any effect, his face was fanatical and his eyeballs kept bouncing back and forth.

'Old man, what's going on?'

'What else could it be? Your extraordinary power has no effect on him.'

'Why? ’

'God bless you.'

'Trouble, trouble, trouble!'

Leonard just felt that he was extremely unlucky.

With the blessing of the evil god, something of this level hit me face to face.

"But it's not a direct blessing, it should be a derivative gift of extraordinary power, be careful."

The old man controlled Leonard's body, and as he kept retreating, a sharp and unusual sound came out of his mouth.

Influenced by the sound, Leonard saw clusters of golden pollen in the air nearby.

These pollens fell to the ground, and one plant after another that should not appear in reality matured instantly as if it had spanned several years. The heavy rice ears were full of grains and sparkled with golden light.

Because of the pollen, more plants appeared on the young man's body, and now the cultist looked more like a walking vegetable.

(End of this chapter)