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Placing three bunches of yellow chrysanthemums before the grave, Su Ming'an turned around.

The girl kept staring at the three bouquets in front of the grave, which represented her grandma, dad, and mom. From now on, she would grow up in the City Guardian Department where someone would raise her.

"Su Xiaobai, do you need help? You..." Han Han looked at Su Ming'an with a gaze filled with fear and shock.

The reason was no other—the deity stood there, pure white, waiting silently outside the cemetery as Su Ming'an finished offering flowers. It stood unmoving, like a clean White Tower.

"Su Xiaobai, did you violate some oracle? Is that why the deity came to catch you..." Wang Mingming stammered, "No, that's not right, deities rarely appear in front of humans..."

They couldn't imagine, no matter how much they thought about it, that Su Xiaobai, this high school intern in front of them, could be an old god from a thousand years ago.

"Please, deliver the news that I was taken by the deity to Li Yuxuan of the City Guardian Department, and have him try his best to pass the message to the Union Government representative, Noel." Su Ming'an said, "Please."

The three of them looked at each other and slowly nodded. They had no power to stop Su Ming'an, so they could only help him relay the message.

Su Ming'an turned and walked towards the deity.

"...Su Xiaobai." Han Han's voice sounded from behind, "Though our time together was short, please... take care."

Su Ming'an did not turn back, he just nodded slightly.

People taken away by the Holy Alliance Army never returned, either being permanently imprisoned or dying from fiery punishment. The deities and the Holy Alliance Army were probably no different.

"If, and I mean if, if the deity isn't here to punish you. Could you, possibly, ask if it would allow us to draw?" Han Han looked a bit awkward, "I want to try painting flowers from decades ago, but even with ancient paintings left, copying them isn't allowed. If we could paint those flowers, maybe this era wouldn't feel so oppressive. Personally... I also cherish the feeling of holding a paintbrush."

"Literature, art, ballads." Su Ming'an still did not turn, but replied to Han Han's words, "The history of mankind should not be limited to just a few years; it is merely a false continuation if everything we create is not preserved, just living a life of disappearing."

Su Ming'an would not resist. This entire world belonged to the deity, and if the deity insisted on being unreasonable about dealing with him in the newbie village, there was nothing he could do.

He initially thought the deity would 'whoosh' and teleport him away, but instead, the deity simply turned around, seemingly intending to walk.

"Where are you taking me?" Su Ming'an asked.

The deity lifted its gaze, as the night replaced the sunset, the dazzling brilliance faded, and Su Ming'an could finally see its features clearly—deep-set brows and eyes, light-colored pupils, perfect beyond human, difficult to discern male or female, carrying a marble sculpture-like beauty.

"To my place," the deity said, "We will walk there, accompany me on a stroll."

For some reason, Su Ming'an found an expression of expectation in its eyes.

"I still have to visit the relics tonight..." Su Ming'an wanted to express a touch of refusal.

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"Alright, I'll go with you." Su Ming'an immediately changed his mind.

They left the cemetery, walking forward along the river-crossing bridge. Pedestrians who saw them immediately wore expressions like they had seen a ghost. People looked at the deity in disbelief, as if seeing some extraterrestrial visitor.

"...Did I see it wrong?"

"Is, is this fake? Is someone impersonating the deity lord?"

"Crazy! How dare anyone impersonate, risking their life! This... is this real?"

The murmur grew louder, then suddenly ceased at a certain moment. They all realized this was possibly the real deity lord, and instantly, Su Ming'an sensed the atmosphere around him completely change.

Fanaticism.

—A fanaticism akin to burning flames. A fanaticism like sparks igniting a forest.

This wave of fervent emotion spread swiftly, reflected on everyone's faces. As if there was an invisible something burning in their hearts.

No matter what they were doing, they simultaneously set aside their tasks, knelt on the ground, prostrating before the deity, even their breath became damp. The piety in their eyes startled Su Ming'an, they seemed like puppets controlled by a fanatic emotion, guided by some unseen strings, as if they had lost themselves.

Deity, deity lord.

Meeting you once, this life holds no regrets. We are your faithful believers, willing to offer you everything, whether body or spirit.

We thank and praise you, thanking you for blessing our lives. You descend from the throne above the high heavens, bringing us rain and dew.

Merciful deity, you are the beacon, the path, and all truth!

An incessant wave of enthusiasm enveloped Su Ming'an, and for a moment, Su Ming'an felt as if he too was being worshipped. It was as if the true deity was not the one beside him, but he himself.

The deity merely walked, speaking no word, nor casting any glance at these believers. A moist wind carrying water vapor blew from beneath the bridge, attempting to ruffle its mercury-like cascading hair, yet failed to shift even an inch, as if it were a true divine statue.

People's bodies prostrated on the ground, foreheads thumping against the earth, softly chanting hymns. Countless heads struck the ground from the river-spanning bridge to the unseen far distance. It seemed as if Su Ming'an was walking through some grand sacrificial ceremony.

Yet he knew, this was merely a stroll of the deity. People's faith in it had reached a terrifying level, approaching an ideological branding.

Until the local church and members of the Holy Alliance Army arrived, the bishop trembled as he knelt before the deity, priests and judicators touched their foreheads to the ground, only then did the deity graciously cast a glance downwards.

"Deity lord, you have not appeared in the mortal world for a long time..." the bishop said in a low voice, "Do you have any instructions?"

"Strolling." The deity's voice was faint to the point of being barely audible, it walked past the large group of its submissive lambs, as if they were just a pile of insignificant roadside sand.

It was only then that the bishop noticed a young man beside the deity, appearing very young. By what virtue and ability does this youth walk alongside the deity lord?

At this moment, military personnel and members of the City Guardian Department also arrived, and upon seeing the deity, they immediately knelt, though they did not display extremely fervent emotions, there was a visible respect on their faces.

Among them, Su Ming'an saw several familiar faces. Besides Yi Zhongyu, there was also Cardinal Nalfas who had previously cursed the Lighthouse Church as a cult online, and Shangqing from the City Guardian Department. Su Ming'an even saw top players Eli and Agnes, who looked at Su Ming'an as if seeing a ghost, their eyes filled with shock. They likely guessed that this intern Su Xiaobai was the Number One Player.

...But this is only the fifth day of the instance opening, how did you become so close with the deity?

"Deity." Nalfas fell to his knees, kissing the Deity's shoes like a prostrating lamb.

This plague-stricken area was receiving so many prominent figures for the first time. Various forces came to pay homage to the Deity merely to offer their loyalty and enthusiasm. The streets were jam-packed, filled with stalled vehicles, the commotion surpassing even the appearance of the Number One Dream Patrol Family.

Yet within unseen shadows, many quietly hid in darkness. They were the few non-believers, but in this world, "minorities" should not exist.

With the densely packed crowd, the Deity could hardly move a step without nearly stepping on the kneeling people. A trace of impatience emerged on their face: "Move aside."

As the voice rang out, people immediately stepped back, almost causing a stampede. Military personnel began maintaining order, clearing a path for the fervent crowd.

"Deity, I wish to be with You! I praise You!"

"Deity, the heavens will narrate Your glory, rivers and wind will extol Your name, I praise You!"

Su Ming'an struggled forward; at this moment, the wind on the bridge no longer offered peace, carrying a fervid aura. Words of praise for the Deity rang out unabashedly across the earth, rising and falling like wheat fields in the wind.

Until he passed the Cardinal Nalfas, who had vehemently vilified the Lighthouse Church online, now incredibly devout, with his head so low that his nose was barely visible.

"Why do you all believe in the Deity so fervently?" Su Ming'an asked.

A blank expression crossed Nalfas's face for a moment. He slowly lifted his head, hardly believing what he'd heard—such audacious words!

But the Deity merely cast a faint glance in this direction, neither angered nor stopping him, allowing Su Ming'an's every word. They even halted, deliberately waiting for Su Ming'an to catch up.

Nalfas looked at Su Ming'an, realizing that this young man might be the chosen Divine Envoy, hence the Deity's indulgence.

The anger on his face dissipated completely, replaced by profound respect. He lowered his head and whispered to Su Ming'an: "The Deity is omniscient and omnipotent. They protected us from disasters like earthquakes and tsunamis and vanquished external enemies invading the World of Old Days. They guard our mortal world; thus, we should become their lambs, ensuring that their glorious light remains eternal in this realm."

"Is this... written in your church's dogma?" Su Ming'an knew that human history had long been erased, and such histories only stem from the scriptures.

"Yes," Nalfas replied.

"The words in the scriptures were also authored by the Deity. Human history has been erased by them. If they wish to color our past, fabricate lies, or reverse truths, it is an easy feat. Do you believe all the records in the scriptures are correct?" Su Ming'an said.

For an instant, Nalfas's face showed intense rage, nearly compelled to act against Su Ming'an for such disrespect. But, seeing the Deity's unchanged expression not far away, Nalfas took a deep breath and said slowly:

"We... believe."

As his voice fell, others lowered their heads even further, as if expressing their devotion.

Su Ming'an's brows lowered slightly, his heart filled with an emotion that squeezed out an unwarranted sorrow.

"You worship the Deity for halting disasters and slaying enemies without deeply questioning the truth of your scriptures or pursuing history with closed eyes," Su Ming'an said softly. "In essence... you are just seeking a sense of security, aren't you?"

"Any existence that protects and blesses you would be your object of faith, regardless of their nature or name.

"As long as a divine throne exists, who sits upon it doesn't truly matter to you."

"You worship the golden leaf, not the blossom; the iron armor, not the flesh; a stamped illusion rather than the Deity itself. You merely chase after a lasting and stable lighthouse."

Faces showed expressions of shock and anger as they looked at Su Ming'an, puzzled at this strange being—how could he utter such words with such boldness?

Su Ming'an stood up, his footsteps echoing loudly in the silence, click, click, click, resembling the sound of a beating heart.

The Deity remained quietly standing ahead, waiting for Su Ming'an to catch up. Su Ming'an approached, the damp wind on the bridge ruffling his black hair, intertwining and whispering with the white strands beside him.

People silently made way.

Though there was no sound, it felt as if holy music played, like a choir of children surrounding them, their gaze sanctified like musical notes.

Until in the silence, the Deity spoke—

"Have you eaten?"

Su Ming'an was slightly taken aback; he didn't expect the Deity to suddenly bring up such a mundane topic.

"No," Su Ming'an said. With attributes numerated, eating was irrelevant.

The Deity nodded, a flicker of nostalgia in their eyes, soon vanishing without a trace.

Amidst the entire city's kneeling, it seemed their sight encompassed only Su Ming'an walking alongside them.

"I'll take you to eat your favorite cabbage stew," the Deity said.

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In a clean restaurant, the trembling owner brought a pot of stew, then knelt on the ground, shuffling back on his knees.

The servers all knelt, heads lowered, resembling prostrate lambs. Soldiers and civilians knelt outside, forming a dense black mass.

This was a locally acclaimed restaurant known for its homestyle dishes, with flavors close to Sichuan cuisine. The cabbage stew was its signature dish, and the Deity knew this well. When the Deity and Su Ming'an entered, everyone in the restaurant was so frightened they bowed to the ground.

"Please," the Deity seated opposite Su Ming'an, spoke kindly.

Su Ming'an gazed at the stew on the table.

Cabbage and stewed meat floated in the broth, the aroma rising. The watch Anjiang joyfully exclaimed: "Anjiang! This stew looks a hundred times tastier than what you cook!"

Su Ming'an remained unmoved, not picking up his chopsticks, only sitting silently.

In the exceptionally quiet restaurant, only the clock's ticking could be heard.

The Deity cast a meaning-laden glance at the watch Anjiang, picked up the spoon on the table, and personally ladled a bowl of stew for Su Ming'an, extending it to him.

"..."

Su Ming'an still did not move.