Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 293 You Are Not a True God
What can it do?
Jon had no idea what this self-proclaimed passerby, who was either an Old God or one of the Seven Gods but undoubtedly possessed divine power, would do. After all, he wasn't a god; he didn't know how to consider or think like a god.

In reality, he doesn't need to reply.

Because the person who claimed to be a passerby just chuckled and continued to ask questions.

"I ask you, what is God?"

He was able to answer that question.

“God… is a great being who can respond to wishes and protect mankind.” Jon hesitated for a moment before speaking. In the end, he didn’t add any more moral demands to this.

“Standard of.” The avatar of the Seven Gods gave a soft hum. “But it also conforms to the mainstream understanding of this world… That’s right, gods respond to wishes, gods provide protection. In other words, gods can bring mortals ‘food and shelter’ and ‘safety’. In a sense, they can be seen as some kind of omnipotent and powerful parent.”

“…If there is such a god, I would be willing to offer my loyalty to Him.” Jon pursed his lips slightly. “I believe many people on this land would do the same.”

"So, don't you think this description is somewhat similar to something that exists in the vast expanse of this land?"

He froze for a moment.

He immediately realized what this 'something' was.

It is the king, the nobles, the bureaucrats and clerks, and everything that can 'help' and 'protect' more people. And the ideal deity he envisions completely encompasses all of the above.

"They are superfluous, or rather, many people, including you, are superfluous," the avatar said calmly, his usually placid voice now carrying a strange cruelty. "Now that there is one god, there is no need for other masters. Now that I have provided food and safety, I will regulate all actions involving 'food and safety'."

“I do not need anyone to exercise power on my behalf. I can monitor all survival crises and needs myself. Therefore, under my rule, there is no need for kings, nobles, bureaucrats, or clerks. I will directly take over and handle everyone’s needs in these two aspects. Even if my computing power is insufficient, I will create apostles who have no vested interests in the human world and who act fairly and justly in accordance with my ideals.”

Just like Joan of Arc, just like Meloscin. The latter was shaped by him, while the former, at this moment, no longer paid any extra attention to her original interpersonal relationships.

"Then...then what do we do? My family, and my friends...you mean to have everyone wear the Night's Watch's black coats?"

"I will still allow you to marry and have children freely for the time being. But I will still regulate marriages that I believe hinder the functioning of society. I will not allow offspring that would hinder the allocation of resources to be born." The smile on his lips grew increasingly indifferent. "As for all the nobles and bureaucrats, their assets and power will be taken back. Because God's grace will fall fairly on every believer, without any need for unnecessary distinctions."

“But, but that’s what our ancestors worked so hard to earn.” Jon wasn’t a proper nobleman, but he still thought like a true Stark, especially after he learned he was Lyanna’s son—he couldn’t imagine the scenario his avatar described because he felt a sense of injustice. “Our ancestors shed a lot of blood for this.”

"So you are not a god." The avatar looked down at him, a half-smile on his face.

"Do you know how the first nobles came to be?" the avatar narrated. "In ancient times, people fought daily against nature and the dangers of the wilderness. But resources were limited, so a tribe could only concentrate its resources on the strongest, bravest, wisest, and most decisive people. They made them stronger so that they could lead the weaker people to fight against natural disasters. And such people became the first warriors, and those who could lead many tribes of warriors became the first kings."

"However, warriors will eventually grow old and die. Then it is necessary to immediately select new warriors who can shoulder the safety of the tribe. However, if there is more than one strong person, then the selection will be difficult. In order to prevent the waste of resources, people will choose to entrust these resources to the offspring of warriors, because the children of warriors are exposed to the world from an early age, have plenty of food, and are more likely to inherit the talents of their fathers than the offspring of the weak."

"And so this became tradition, and tradition created the nobility. You may indeed possess power in your blood. But the reason you exist is essentially because you lack the ability to accurately identify talent. Unable to place the right people in the right positions, you can only use this system to reduce mistakes."

This rule can be applied to many fields, not just combat. In short, the existence of so-called "superior individuals" is simply a matter of trade-offs made by a group when resources are limited.

“But I’m different.” The avatar reached out a hand.

Matter transforms at His fingertips; lake water turns into gold, into steel, and then into fresh flesh and blood. Most resources as perceived by the world are merely things He can create at will in His hands.

"Under my rule there will be no shortage of resources, and I will also provide security. Therefore, all the distribution methods that have to be used for the continuation of the race will come to an end in my hands."

Abundant resources cannot solve the problem of keeping a people warm. Unless they are infinite, the flawed distribution will still allow one in ten thousand people to monopolize nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine percent of the wealth. This will become the norm, tradition, custom, a structural error that the people cannot correct themselves. Unless an irresistible external force descends from the heavens, all reforms are destined to be mere patchwork repairs in the periphery.

Yet He is the irresistible external force, at least for Westeros at this moment. "I will usher in a just, orderly age where the good will be rewarded. I will remove from the realms of the noble and the lowly, the rich and the poor, for all will be bathed in My grace."

"No king, no nobles?" Jon pressed his hand gently to his chest.

“No need for a king, no need for nobles,” the avatar replied. “Because I will allocate resources, I will govern. Under my rule, all bandits, beggars, prostitutes, and gangsters will cease to exist. Because they have no fertile ground to be born, nor any need to exist. Everyone’s status and position will be equal; their differences will only lie in the division of labor.”

"...What if someone resists?"

“Then they are jeopardizing the operation of the society under my rule. They have become impurities in the system, and I will eliminate them swiftly.”

“If He were a true god, He would surely be much gentler than you.” The young King of the North took a deep breath. “You’re only making things more chaotic… Nobles are better able to help the god rule this land. Even if there are some bad apples among them, many nobles I know are good people. They have sacrificed a great deal for this country.”

Then he chuckled softly and shook his head slightly.

"You are just wishing in your delusion for a god that suits your needs and is only beneficial to you. I am just telling you what kind of god I will be."

"...It's a good thing you're not a god."

“Of course I am not,” He said calmly. “I almost was, I almost took on this responsibility. But someone who didn’t want to fight me in this foreign land interrupted me. So now, I am just a passerby.”

"I can only be a king in one world and a god in another. A king has the burdens of a king, and a god has the responsibilities of a god. But on this earth, a passerby is not responsible to anyone."

In the distance, the sound of horns rang out. It was the Holy Maiden gathering her army, and they were about to march towards King's Landing.

"The time has come," the avatar of the Seven Gods said calmly. "Let's go to King's Landing. I don't see any need for you or your army to rest."

He said.

However, the King of the North, who had been so respectful to him not long ago, shook his head.

“I will not go to King’s Landing with you.” Jon’s face was no longer filled with fear. “I will continue south, conquer the Westerlands, and subjugate the Reach. And if I still have time then, I will head north after dealing with Dorne.”

"Reason?" The black-haired, black-eyed man tilted his head slightly.

“I don’t need to give you a reason.” Jon tilted his head slightly. “Because you are not my god, just a passerby with whom I had a brief encounter. I don’t need to explain to you what I do.”

His heart was pounding nervously.

However, the man simply chuckled and clapped his hands.

“Very well,” the man replied. “You do have that freedom. I am now merely a passerby, no longer the chosen god of the North who exercises the authority of the Old Gods. What you do, you do, does not require my approval.”

"But I will still give you a piece of advice—when you have conquered the bend and made Highgarden bow down, if you have the capacity, do not try to spy on things to the southwest. Whatever happens there, do not pay attention to it."

“You mean Oldtown…no, the Citadel?” Jon’s eyes widened slightly. “Could it be that over there too…”

"It's just a guess." The man simply smiled and didn't elaborate. "That place is the gathering place of knowledge on this continent."

However, one person seemed indifferent to that temple of knowledge.

(End of this chapter)