Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor.

Chapter 308 (Chapter 307): The Hand of God, Ushering in a New Era

Today is Thursday again. It's the day of assembly for the Elder's followers, the holy day established by the Church of Miracles, and recognized by the laws of the Kening Empire. Originally, the Noble Council planned to make Thursday a day of rest, but the old priest suggested that it was unnecessary to go to such lengths and disrupt the lives and livelihoods of the people, so Sunday retained its special status.

On this day, merchants in the Sail Islands spontaneously offer discounts. Shops, taverns, restaurants, grocery stores, and even hardware stores, shoe-shining stalls, and carriage shops—all elderly believers engaged in trade—will slightly lower their prices, both as a celebration and as a promotion.

On this day, the doctor on the cape of Stone Tower Town closed his shop. He had breakfast with his apprentices, locked the lighthouse door, and strolled across the town's newly paved asphalt road.

The streets are lined with renovated houses, as well as dental clinics, blacksmith shops, glass workshops, and bookstores under construction. Excavated ditches are exposed to the sun, and the cast iron water pipes that have not yet been laid look like gray-black pythons.

The crowd was converging on the church. Men, women, and children from all over the town had come out of their homes, walking quietly and silently, not greeting each other when they met. The lighthouse keeper joined the crowd, with the members of the religious order bowing their heads and crowding around him on both sides.

Everyone in Stone Tower Town, regardless of which of the five divine faces they believe in, is a member of the Tower-Guarding Order. Even toddlers who have just learned to speak are taught by their parents to remain silent and keep the secret. The secrets about the Miracle Walkers must not be spoken aloud.

The church has retained its original appearance, without any expansion, only repairs and renovations, replacing dilapidated tables and chairs and repairing damaged paint.

The crowd squeezed into the hall, where the old priest, who had just completed his journey around the islands, stood on the pulpit. His skin was dark, his cheeks were thin and aged, but his eyes were brighter than ever. His forehead was painted with a circle of ointment, a face of reverence for miracles.

Today is the day of departure. The old priest is about to set off again, carrying elixirs to the bountiful continent to distribute to plague patients in various countries.

The young major stood at the front of the crowd. As an imperial officer, he was not allowed to enter the territory of other countries without authorization, but at this moment he was in charge of preliminary liaison work as a party liaison.

After safely delivering the cultivators of the Cult of Miracles to the Bountiful Continent, his fellow members of the faction would take over their duties. However, the journey was fraught with danger and setbacks, and a safe return could not be guaranteed.

Compared to the Sail Islands, which have indeed tamed the power of miracles, the Plenty Continent remains the domain of the five gods, with constant friction between nations, frequent clashes in some areas, and war and disease causing millions of people to be displaced.

At this time, a team distributing medicine was traveling around, and no one could have predicted the hardships they would encounter.

The major had met many admirable mortals, and the old priest was one of them.

There was a slight commotion outside the church as a dense crowd parted to make way for the lighthouse keeper to walk in.

Limbo always went out to attend rallies on Thursdays, and people always waited for miracles on Thursday mornings.

“My Lord,” the old priest knelt and worshiped.

The mage silently gazed at the aged man before him, listening to the old priest's form through the sound of light, sensing his presence. In the profound silence, Lin Bo saw a rune and heard a name.

So he bent down and placed his hand on the old priest's shoulder, whispering the man's real name in his ear.

The old priest's eyes widened in shock as he heard the words uttered by the miracle walker. The wondrous syllables conveyed power, awakening the story of his entire life. The muscles in his hands and feet involuntarily contracted, his heart pounded against his ribs, and his body and spirit felt as if they were being reborn, radiating a profound sense of shedding their old shells.

He will no longer be just an ordinary human being; he will be his true name itself. This name will be his entire existence.

Lin Bo looked into the old priest's bright eyes, which were as clear as a newborn's, and gently stroked the old priest's forehead with his hand.

"You now know the name of this secret. Keep it a secret and do not let anyone else know it except your closest relatives and friends. Even if ordinary people know this name, it can affect you, and their malicious words can destroy you."

"Yes, my lord."

“I have given you your true name, and from now on you are yourself. Wherever you go, when I call this name, I will be with you.”

"Yes, my lord."

Lin Bo took a box from his trench coat pocket and then a silver-red bean from it. "I will give you this, granting you extra wisdom and the power of interconnectedness and mutual assistance." The church was silent. People stared intently at the Miracle Walker's back. Those standing to the side strained to see the Night Watchman press a reflective metal ball between the old priest's eyebrows, embedding it into his flesh and bones.

The brain-computer interface, once inside the cranial cavity, begins to lay out an electrode array to wrap around the brain.

A moment later, the old priest saw a plump white silkworm appear before him. The data sprite shook its body, greeted him, and explained the various functions of the brain-computer interface.

“An angel,” he whispered in praise.

"It belongs to you. It will always be with you, and your experiences will help it grow. I hope you two get along well," Lin Bo explained with a smile.

He turned to the crowd and waved to the people of Shita Town, inviting them to come forward one by one.

The monk gazed at the townspeople, believers, and neighbors before him. Those over twelve years old were given unique real names, and those over ten years old had brain implants implanted.

The young believer trembled as if thunder were reverberating beneath his skin, and his legs could not move when faced with the miracle walker.

The Night's Watchman stretched out his hands and placed them flat in front of him.

"Come forward and take my hand."

One after another, believers met their gods, took each other's arms, and talked. Then the thunder rumbling beneath their skin subsided, their strength returned to their hands and feet, and smiles appeared on their faces.

Sobbing filled the church as companions gently comforted those who wept over the miracle.

Ji Ling, the waitress of the White Snail Tavern, stepped forward; Wei Li, the teacher's wife, stepped forward; Mayor Locken and his wife walked hand in hand; and the scarred sailor held a baby in swaddling clothes.

Their hands, whether soft or old, strong or young, all clasped the dry, broad palms of the Night Watchman.

Whether their ears were clean or withered, rough or full, they all heard the whispers of the gods.

The Dharma Master bestows upon each person a true name, revealing their hidden secret names to all beings, thus taking control of their entire lives.

From then on, they were the gods' treasures, cherished and treasured like precious gems.

The townspeople who received brain-computer interfaces transmitted electromagnetic waves to each other through the communication magic of the primary mycelium. Each person was a server host, and when they gathered together, they formed an invisible and interconnected electromagnetic network.

The world was still dominated by the Second Industrial Revolution, and electrical technology was just emerging. The people of Shita Town were the second group of true internet users—only a few days behind the seagulls.

From dawn to noon, everyone in the church shook hands with the miracle worker, most of whom were given their real names and had brain-computer interfaces implanted.

They connected with each other and saw the white silkworm angels beside each other. They then carefully linked with the divine web and saw the ultimate intelligent life form "Crown of the Stars," which the Tower Dragon had personally created. People usually call it the Archangel.

With a gentle guidance, the Crown of Stars shared a vast amount of data and functional modules with the townspeople, following the pathways of electromagnetic waves. These modules encompassed disciplines such as medicine, industry, art, philosophy, and physics.

These materials were compiled and entered by Lin Bo in his spare time. Every sentence has been translated and organized by him. Knowledge from the primitive society of human civilization to the near interstellar era is stored in the Initial Network. The content transmitted to the public by the Crown of Stars is only a small part of it.

As long as townspeople have the willingness to learn independently, they can access a vast amount of knowledge at any time, and when they encounter difficult situations, the data wizard can also provide reasonable suggestions. Everyone's lifestyle will inevitably undergo tremendous changes.

A brand new, vast future is being ushered in by the Miracle Walkers.

(End of this chapter)