Devouring World Dragon

Chapter 152 The Creator of God (First Update)
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Joshua died. The man who had saved many patients as a doctor and preached to believers as a religious leader had died.

Half a day after he was nailed to the cross, he died in a time far shorter than anyone could have imagined, as if something that had kept him alive had been ripped out of his body. So much so that the Roman soldier named Longinus even tried to stab him in the heart with his spear to see if he was really dead.

Before he died, he looked up at the sky and said in despair.

"God, why have you forsaken me..."

Why would he say such a thing when he was already delirious? No one could explain it—not his disciples, not his soldiers. Why did he say that God had abandoned him? And why was he in despair? No one could say for sure.

The only thing people could confirm was that Joshua was dead, undeniably dead.

……

In the heavens, a soul floated upwards from the human world, and countless angels watched over that soul.

The Moon, Mercury, Venus, the Sun, Mars, Jupiter… This soul never stopped its journey, but kept moving upwards, as if it were tracing something. Finally, after crossing the vast distance of 12.46 billion miles, the soul finally arrived at the Heavenly Realm.

Above all the stars and the sun and moon, the dazzling crystal sky, the core of the universe's primal force, solemnly overlooks the heavens and earth below, unchanged for millennia, unchanged for ten thousand years.

That tiny soul entered the pure and pristine temple, a temple filled with white flames that could burn away all impurities, while on the throne there was only something eternally shrouded in light.

The soul circled the temple three times, as if wandering aimlessly, unwilling to settle down for a long time. Then, a sigh echoed from within the temple.

"Hey……"

With a sigh, a hand reached out from the light, and the soul, like a falling leaf, swayed and landed in the palm of that hand, large enough to support the universe.

Only then did the soul reveal its true nature...

A tiny, gray, somber soul, filled with sorrow and weeping, covered in countless cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment, its body entwined with deep despair and regret.

Silently gazing at the soul in my palm, just looking at it, I could almost feel its fragility and sorrow.

It is crying.

How ugly it is, filled with all sorts of negative emotions, yet how pitiful it is, for it is not weeping for itself, but for its believers.

It promised its followers a promise, promising those simple-minded people an ideal world, but in the end it deceived them, because that ideal world simply could not exist.

How tragic, how tragic, that dream world is so ugly.

It abandoned God and chose to believe in man, but in the end, the man who took God's place also abandoned it.

"Hey……"

God sighed again.

With utmost care, as if handling some fragile treasure, the hands that had once held up the entire universe gently closed, sheltering the soul in their palms, where only faint sobs could be heard.

“Satan, do you know that when I looked at him, I finally realized why I was born?”

A deep, calm voice rang out.

Inside the underwater temple, the dark figure sitting on the cold throne slowly opened its eyes.

Although the voices were soft, the distance of 12.46 billion miles was insignificant to the two gods and demons, as if they were talking face to face.

"Let me tell you a story. At some point in time, there was a people with a tragic fate. They were enslaved by other great empires, forced to flee their homeland, and suffered from devastating floods. Eventually, they settled down somewhere along the coast," the deep, calm voice slowly recounted.

"They don't understand why they suffer so much, why they have to endure so much war, floods, and even earthquakes, and why they are even driven away. They have tried to resist, but in the face of the vast power of heaven and earth, human strength is so insignificant that it is utterly powerless to resist..."

"In the end, they knelt down, bowed to the unseen will in the darkness, submitted to the capricious nature, and believed that everything they had suffered was the arrangement of God."

Why did war occur?

"Because this is God's arrangement."

Why were there floods?

"Because this is God's arrangement."

Why do death and disasters occur?

"Because this is God's arrangement..."

"Humans who are powerless to resist fate, humans who grovel before the power of nature... they can only choose to believe that all of this is because there is a capricious 'god' in charge of it all."

"'Submit, submit, kneel before heaven and earth, kneel before God, and beg for God's mercy,' that's all the wise among them could say to comfort their fellow countrymen."

The deep voice then fell silent.

But upon hearing what the god said, the dark figure deep in the sea only showed coldness in its eyes and merely sneered.

"Insignificant humans, weak humans... always so cowardly, only by uniting can they feel a little peace of mind, but this peace of mind is ultimately nothing but a self-deceiving illusion."

"Insects... insects are just insects, utterly boring."

Although the shadowy figure was once human, it never considered itself human. It abandoned its human characteristics long ago and looked down on humans. A monster that knows neither love nor fear would not care about such things.

However, in the heavens above, the god gently shook his head.

"But after that, a man emerged in this nation who was dissatisfied with the situation. He did not believe that people should submit to the capricious nature of heaven and earth, but should instead follow the morality within their own hearts. He led his disciples in loudly proclaiming this throughout the kingdom."

“He said many things, even things that were completely contrary to the sect’s views, and was denounced as a heretic. Because he believed that the God in heaven was not worthy of reverence, but the God in one’s heart was.”

"So after him, the capricious God of the Old Testament, who was always ready to destroy mankind and nations, disappeared. In his place came the merciful God of the New Testament, because that was the God that young man was willing to believe in."

"Ultimately, he replaced the gods his ancestors worshipped with his own, thus distorting divine will..."

As God spoke, He gently opened his palm, and the fragile soul within it was still weeping, enveloped in deep sorrow and despair.

Gazing at the soul in his palm, the god, who had never shown any expression, revealed a hint of tenderness on his face.

God laughed.

"It is because of your ideas that I exist."

"My Creator, Joshua."

(End of this chapter)