Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 140 A Little Boy's Story

“O Lord, listen to me…hear my words, consider my thoughts. My King and my God, hear me…hear my cry for help, for I pray to you…”

Inside the house built of bricks and wood, a child's voice spoke softly. Although it was just imitating the prayers of parents, the words were inevitably a little stumbling, but at first glance, it looked quite proper.

Jews believe that their prophet Moses received divine revelation and led the Jews, who were oppressed by the Egyptian Pharaoh, to escape Egypt and go to the "Promised Land" that God spoke of, which is Israel. Eventually, the Jews settled in Canaan and later, with the constant wars between various empires and civilizations, they spread to various places.

Hamnah was one of the Jews who settled in Nazareth. According to Jewish custom, he was considered a follower of Jehovah from birth and naturally began to learn how to serve the God of heaven.

As the little guy was silently praying, he didn't notice that someone was crept up on him from behind...

"Hey!"

Suddenly, the little boy named Hanna was startled by the sound behind him. His face turned pale, and he instinctively turned around. Behind him, he saw a little boy with brown hair who looked no more than six or seven years old, looking at him with a grin.

“Josei, you can’t do that. Don’t frighten people unnecessarily.”

Looking at her younger brother in front of her, Han Na showed a hint of anger on her face and said in a gentle voice.

"I couldn't help myself because you were praying so earnestly."

Seeing his brother scolding him, Yossi felt a little embarrassed and just mumbled something. But he knew that his brother was always gentle and wouldn't really punish him even if he made a mistake.

Looking at his younger brother in front of him, Han Na frowned and shook his head helplessly. He couldn't help but wonder if he had spoiled his brother too much.

However, this sentiment didn't last long, because their fathers had already returned.

"father!"

Upon seeing his father return, an excited José rushed forward, while Hamna, who was a few years older than Jacob, was more composed. He simply stood up and quietly greeted his father.

This time, however, Joseph did not pick up little Joseph as usual. Instead, he frowned, as if something was troubling him, and looked preoccupied. He only managed a weak smile at the two children.

Maria, who was standing nearby, keenly sensed that something was wrong. She first gently coaxed the two children to the side, and then went into the bedroom with Joseph to talk quietly.

But the two children weren't so easily fooled. They crept closer to the door to listen to their parents' voices, but they were speaking very softly, and their voices were mixed with a lot of language that the two children couldn't understand. Even the oldest child, Hanna, could only vaguely hear words like "emperor," "deceased," "Rome," and "new governor"...

It was late at night. Han Na lay in bed, staring blankly at the wooden board above his head. He was very curious about the whispers his parents had exchanged during the day, but he was still too young to understand what they were talking about.

"Will I understand when I grow up?"

Although he tried his best to maintain the image of an all-knowing older brother in front of his younger siblings, in essence, he was just a thirteen-year-old child. With such aspirations and expectations for the future, thirteen-year-old Han Na slowly drifted off to sleep.

That year, Han Na was thirteen years old.

In that year, the Roman Emperor Augustus Octavian died at the age of seventy-seven.

……

In the ancient temple at the bottom of the sea.

In the temple, where time seems to stand still, even after thousands or tens of thousands of years, nothing has changed. On the cold throne, a dark figure that has been sleeping for tens of thousands of years still sleeps quietly, like a statue.

But before anyone knew it, those eyelids that had been dormant for millennia... began to slowly open.

In the depths of those unfathomable pupils, there was only coldness.

"Rumble..."

As the ancient beings awakened, the once ancient temple seemed to shake violently. The numerous ancient evil spirits that dwelled on the temple's stone pillars and steps awoke to obey their master's commands.

They are evil creatures with great renown in the human world and even in the heavens. Not only mortals, but even gods and angels from other lands have to be wary of them.

Throughout history, they were once worshipped as gods by primitive and savage humans. Mortals worshipped them madly, hoping to obtain immortality, wealth, and power from them. Occasionally, they would bestow these rewards upon humans when they were in a good mood, but more often, they would devour the lives of mortals.

But in the end, they still came here, not for any other reason than to offer their loyalty to the most powerful monster in the world. In front of that most powerful monster, their strength seemed so insignificant that being able to worship this monster was a great honor.

The dark figure on the throne paid no attention to any of this. It simply leaned against the cold throne, its deep eyes filled with an unfathomable ambiguity, as if it were pondering something.

Just now, it had a dream.

Monsters rarely dream, but that doesn't mean they don't dream. However, while ordinary people's dreams are at most just their daily fantasies, monsters' dreams are often very meaningful, mostly about various futures that have not yet happened.

Thinking about it, it casually uttered a name.

"Mona." Immediately, a beautiful woman stepped out respectfully from among the many evil spirits, bowed to him, and addressed him as "Father."

"Please explain this dream to me."

The shadowy figure's deep voice echoed through the temple, reaching the ears of all the evil spirits.

In this world, neither gods nor demons can predict the future, because that would be against the rules of the game. Therefore, no one can know the final outcome of the game. But Mona is a Norn from the Norse world, and she is born with the ability to know fate.

The monster's dream alone cannot violate this rule, but the monster's precognitive dream, combined with Mona's innate ability, can help to interpret what the dream reveals.

Without saying a word, he simply projected the vague dream he had been having into Mona's mind. After Mona closed her eyes and pondered for a long time, she opened her eyes and said...

"Messiah."

It was a very brief message, but it was all that Mona could decipher.

Meanwhile, the shadowy figure on the throne fell into deep thought.

“Messiah…Jesus?”

The deep voice echoed within the temple, and as it did, a cold voice suddenly rang out from outside the temple.

"The Messiah has never left the Kingdom of Heaven, and the many fallen angels have never found any trace of the Son of God on Earth."

Accompanied by that sound, an angel entered from outside the temple.

"what……"

The infamous evil spirits were immediately thrown into a panic and hurriedly tried to dodge, but some of them were unable to dodge in time and instantly vaporized and disappeared when they got close to the angel.

The angel with thirty-six wings behind him stared fearlessly at the dark figure sitting high on the throne before him. The former vice-ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom, even though he had fallen to the mortal realm, was still different from others. Wherever he went, all evil spirits fled in panic. All evil spirits feared this incomparably powerful non-god.

"Lucifer?"

A deep voice sounded. Since its fall, the former Metatron had changed its name to Lucifer. As the light of God, it had known God's wicked tastes from the beginning and was familiar with the legend of Lucifer. Whether its change of name to Lucifer was a silent dissatisfaction with that God, who knows?

The shadowy figure closed its eyes. If it wasn't Jesus, then what could it be? Was that God, who always liked to dictate and then disrupt the plot, plotting something new again? Or perhaps…

Is there some special purpose behind it?

It had a vague, inexplicable feeling that something very important was about to happen.

……

Inside the Crystal Palace.

The god, shrouded in endless radiance, simply gazed silently at the chessboard before him.

The opponent on the other side of the chessboard hasn't been here for 30,000 years, but that doesn't mean the game is over. This chessboard, which has existed since the beginning of the world, has in a sense become a magical tool that embodies human consciousness.

When the majority of humans are willing to believe in the Great Serpent, the board will be in a position where Black has the advantage; when the majority of humans are willing to believe in the God, the board will be in a position where White has the advantage; and when the game is completely dominated, that is the moment the game ends.

God is no longer omniscient and omnipotent, but the covenant made by the omniscient and omnipotent remains unchanged. If God wins, the serpent becomes his angel, at his beck and call; if the serpent wins, God will set it free, no longer confining it to this world. However, when God is no longer omnipotent, and this tyrannical monster is freed, it will not merely seek its own freedom, but will devour the entire world, including God…

God was well aware of the monster's potential. It possessed immense power that even the monster itself was unaware of, power that only the omniscient and omnipotent God of the past could comprehend. If it were to truly escape, even God would be devoured by it; there was no other possibility.

Once the game begins, no one can forcibly end it, because it is a gamble between the Great Serpent and the all-knowing and all-powerful God. A gamble must have a winner and a loser; this is already predetermined.

On the chessboard, no matter how the situation changes, Black always firmly retains a territory, because all humans have the blood of the Great Serpent and are born with a yearning for its darkness. From the very beginning, the Great Serpent has been almost invincible...

But is that really the case?

"Messiah……"

God spoke silently: this perfect creation He had made, this creation capable of perfectly replacing the angel king Metatron, would become His most powerful sword.

Then, an image of a sleeping boy appeared before it. He was so young that he couldn't understand that he had become the focus of the battle between gods and demons, the key to the existence of the entire world. But precisely because he was young, he didn't need to think so much about his future...

There was no virgin birth, no supernatural legends, it's just the story of a little boy named Hanna...

(End of this chapter)