Please don't question multi-week players

Chapter 466. It's only a few thousand square meters.
What followed was a cycle of being confined in the dark room and experiencing brief moments of joy upon release.

The six-pointed star has been much more obedient since being imprisoned, but the authority of miracles was established during that disaster.

All the gods realized that the gods of the Death Order were not simple, and thus, for the first time, they began to be wary of the usually gentle God of Miracles.

The fearful outcome was that the hexagram found itself unable to make friends abroad.

Among the vast number of spirits and deities, there are actually some benevolent ones, but now even these benevolent deities are beginning to fear miracles.

The God of Miracles felt somewhat helpless.

The human race's superior, the Goddess of Death and Silence, held her position very firmly, but she was clearly not a talkative person, and even appeared quite gloomy. Staying in the territory of the dead always made her feel uneasy.

Therefore, during the time he was able to escape, the God of Miracles stayed with the priests on Earth.

Until this time, when it should have been the time for returning to the dark room for confinement, a huge black tunnel appeared in the dark room, connecting to the ordinary world.

When the god of miracles crossed the tunnel and saw the black curtain surrounding the world, which belonged to the boss, it realized that it might be the work of a mastermind who was working with the boss.

—After all, now all the gods know that it is imprisoned in the dark room, and if it is seen by someone, it will have to go back.

It was unaware of the details of the scheme orchestrated behind the scenes, and miracles were not interested in such complex matters.

It simply enjoys the hustle and bustle of human life.

Miracle would certainly be happy to let it stay in the human world a little longer.

Things have continued to develop to where they are today.

At this moment, He is hovering in a colorful corner of the arcade.

Outside the huge glass window, neon lights flowed across the deep night sky.

In front of that claw machine that shimmered with dreamy light, His priestess—the girl in bright, candy-colored overalls—was frowning slightly, intently manipulating the joystick.

The dappled light flowed across her focused profile, bringing a strange tranquility to this noisy corner.

It's getting late.

The God of Miracles spoke gently.

You haven't eaten yet. Come again tomorrow; we should head back now.

The girl stopped moving, turned her head, and smiled regretfully.

"Ok."

She put down the controller and walked briskly to the entrance of the arcade.

The cool moonlight washed away the colorful halo around her, giving her a hazy silver edge.

She stood at the edge of the moonlight and the clamor of the game consoles behind her, tilting her head slightly and resting her chin on her hand.

With a pure curiosity and scrutiny, they looked at the deity who was emitting a faint light beside them.

"To be honest, when I first saw the god inside the plastic capsule, I felt a strange sense of familiarity."

"Do you think people have past lives? Have we met before?"

The tiny purple stars overhead emitted a soft glow.

The god of miracles did not answer immediately.

Countless images appeared like fragments, then quickly faded away, finally settling on a scene from an extremely distant time—

That belongs to a lantern festival that has long since passed away.

The dark river surface reflected countless warm points of light slowly rising from the sky—Kongming lanterns carrying prayers from humankind.

In that turbulent and brilliant reflection of light, there is a faint glimmer of a star and a blurry outline of a human figure.

The scene was so distant, it seemed like a story from another world.

Silence flowed for a few seconds under the moonlight.

The night breeze swept across the street corner, carrying away the faint sounds of the city in the distance.

The faint light flowing around the God of Miracles remained steady and gentle, like an unchanging, timeless watch. His voice was light and soft.

Perhaps.

The night was still long, and their journey was only just beginning to extend again in the lamplight.

……

As the Fraudsters Conference came to a close, Jiang Jianxin finally finished cleaning his own home.

After she had some free time, she started calling her older brother.

Edric wanted to visit his sister's home in the ordinary world, but Andor hadn't had enough fun in the world of faith.

He said there are still a few scenic spots he hasn't visited, and a mountain he planned to climb hasn't been climbed yet. He also wants to watch the sunrise from the mountaintop and take a commemorative photo.

Seeing that Andor was in high spirits, Jiang Jianxin asked Edric to accompany his brother on the hike first, while she went back to tidy up the house and then invited the two of them over as guests.

The house is now cleaned up, and Edric has finished his trip.

Andorra had a great time. When he heard that Edric was going to the ordinary world, he wanted to see more of the attractions and entertainment there, so he decided to come along too.

So one evening, Jiang Jianxin stepped out of his house and saw the long whistle of a flying chariot coming from the distant sky:
"Om-"

A white winged horse, pulling an elegant, dark carriage with silver trim, descended smoothly towards her home through the thin clouds.

The flapping of the Pegasus's wings stirred the air, and the carriage trailed faint, misty white clouds that shimmered with a dreamlike glow in the setting sun.

"Splash—"

The carriage landed lightly on the open ground in front of the gate, and the door slid open silently. Her brother, Edric, carrying a rather heavy-looking leather suitcase, bent down and stepped out of the carriage.

He straightened up and casually straightened the collar of his jacket, which had been slightly ruffled by the wind at high altitude.

Jiang Jianxin quickly went to meet him, glancing at the empty carriage behind him.

Where did Andorra go?

Jiang Jianxin asked.

"I'm speaking calmly," Edric said.

“Oh, we flew in from the south of Haidu. Andorra found that it was a place where talents gathered and there were many peers, so we stayed there to exchange ideas.”

Jiang Jianxin thought of what Yin Ju had told her about the fact that the southern part of Haidu was full of con artists, and couldn't help but twitch her lips.

"There are indeed many of his peers over there, so it would be good to exchange experiences."

After saying that, she looked at Edric and said excitedly:

"Come on, bro, let me show you my big villa!"

Edric looked at the magnificent house before him and exclaimed in awe:
"So big?"

Jiang Jianxin took in his genuine reaction.

In an instant, all the subtle loneliness and distress I had felt about the house being too big and feeling empty, or living alone feeling a bit lonely, vanished without a trace.

Instead, a burning, almost overflowing joy welled up from the bottom of my heart, soothing every nerve.

The satisfaction of letting my brother see that I am doing well and have good things is even greater than owning the house itself.

She couldn't help but raise her chin slightly, clear her throat, and try to suppress the overflowing smugness, replacing it with a humble tone of "it's just so-so."

"Cough... Oh, actually it's not that big."

She waved her hand and added casually:

"It's only... a few thousand square meters."

She stood in the front courtyard of the magnificent mansion, with the glorious twilight and her home behind her, and her long-lost brother before her. She felt that even the evening breeze carried a sweet scent.

　I had writer's block, so it's a bit late~ I'll send a separate leave request if I've taken leave; otherwise, it just means I'm writing slowly and will have to wait a while to send it. (>﹏<)
　　(End of this chapter)