From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 2 Priest
"In other words, if we can fool everyone with something, even if that thing has nothing to do with us, then these wishes will still be ours?"

Bai Yang asked.

“Yes, Your Majesty! But if we do this, we will only obtain half of the power of will; the other half will remain in that thing!” Alvin said.

He is a divine spirit, but in a sense, he is also an extension of Poplar.

He will grow with the growth of the divine essence, and he will also perish with the destruction of the divine essence. It is precisely because of this that Bai Yang believes in him, because he is absolutely loyal.

“If that’s the case…” Bai Yang looked at the church in front of him and smiled slightly.

“We don’t need to think about the haunted house anymore. Even if such a deception could gain wish power, I don’t think it would be much!” Bai Yang changed his mind and had a bolder idea.

He still has 100 points of willpower remaining in his divine essence.

Willpower is a magical force. If you can accumulate 10000 points, it will be upgraded and refined into "divine power" by a god.

This is the most fundamental source of power for all faiths in deities, and also the reason for battles between those deities.

The struggle for believers and faith is what the gods do.

The more believers there are, and the more devout they are, the stronger their power will become.

Now, as the God of Lies, these 100 points of willpower are probably only enough for him to project a huge image in the sky, and then that's it.

Bai Yang could never do such a thing. Perhaps he could do it in the future, but he can't afford it now.

If he really uses up all his willpower, he will disappear from this world along with Alvin.

Therefore, he can only accomplish great things with minimal expenditure.

Fortunately, this little chapel was the perfect place for him to showcase his plans!

"Your Majesty, are you going to play the ghost here?" Alvin asked curiously.

"No, it's not only ghosts who can gain the power of wishes, gods can too!" Bai Yang said with a smile. "Now, let's get to know this priest!"

The power of lies, besides deception, lies in probing people's hearts.

After all, how can you deceive someone if you don't even know what they're thinking?

Now that he can detect these people's psychology, he has also discovered how to make them believe his "lies".

Bai Yang grinned, thinking that if he had understood the power of this divine status when he first came into this world, perhaps...

He wouldn't have suffered such a huge loss in western San Diego, and he wouldn't have had to flee here in such a sorry state!

……

Angus Bennett is the only priest and monk in the town of Vespuch.

And this "uniqueness" may continue for a long time.

Twenty years ago, when Angus took over this responsibility from the old priest, he had already anticipated it.

But he was happy to take on this responsibility because he was a typical small-town priest who had spent his entire life there.

He watched the townspeople grow up, watched them grow old, baptized them, prayed for them, and presided over their funerals.

For Father Angus, the town was practically everything.

The only time he ever went on a long trip was when he accompanied the old priest to the parish in Los Angeles for an assessment; apart from that, he never left home.

He had a sincere faith in the Lord, so he adhered to the doctrines, taught people to be good, and provided necessary salvation for the lost in the town.

Compared to those malice-filled priests, he seemed like a true "apostle," guarding this small place.

They even find joy in it.

He originally thought that his life would be like the old priest's, going on uneventfully until he found his successor, who would bury him in this small town and end his peaceful life.

But recently, Father Angus, who always seemed cheerful, has been troubled.

Because the children who had been studying in San Diego had returned, and having learned some so-called scientific knowledge, they began to make things difficult for him, the poor priest.

They would use phrases like "God created man, but why are humans so similar to monkeys?" or "Does God like LGBT people?" to make Angus feel overwhelmed.

Angus didn't quite understand why there were so many genders when God had only created men and women.

This is so different from what he learned at the Catholic seminary.

He couldn't explain, nor could he get angry with the child—that wasn't his style—so he could only smile smugly.

That's why, after today's service and Mass, Angus closed the church, knelt before the statue of Jesus, and began his prayer.

"Lord! What should I do to guide them onto the right path?" He did not doubt his faith, but felt that he was not devout enough, so he had not received any revelation.

Therefore, he prayed as usual, then slowly raised his head and got up to tidy up the church.

This is his daily routine: he needs to tidy up everything in the church and prepare for its opening the next day.

He did this for twenty years, every single day.

But today, something seems a little different in the church.

"Did I forget to turn off the lights?" Angus suddenly realized that even though the heavy wooden doors were closed and the surrounding windows indicated that night had fallen, there was still light in the church.

A faint white light flickered above his head.

Curious, he followed the light and found its source on the giant statue in front of him.

“These little kids…” Angus chuckled. He could see a white light flashing on the chest of the Jesus statue.

He instinctively thought it might be a prank by the children.

This is also common in small towns; the children always like to do this, putting small light bulbs on the Bible and sprinkling fluorescent powder on the cross.

Such pranks always managed to change the expression on the usually stern Father Angus's face.

However, the Lord is not to be profaned, so Angus chose to climb onto the table and try to remove the prank light bulb that no one knew who had played.

"Is it Joseph or Bruce?" he wondered silently, thinking about what to tell their parents tomorrow.

Other pranks might be overlooked, but children who play pranks on Jesus statues need to be punished!
But when he stood before the light source, the priest's expression truly changed!
Because what he saw was not a light bulb as he had imagined, nor was it coated with fluorescent powder, but the cross on Jesus' chest!
This is a cross engraved on the chest of the Jesus statue, about a finger's width away from the statue, emitting a white light.

These white rays formed a new cross, which hovered in front of Angus Bennett, emitting a soft glow.

"Almighty Lord!" Angus immediately began to pray, looking at the cross with surprise and ecstasy, his fingers trembling slightly as he touched it.

Then, the cross slowly floated up in his eyes, along with the silver cross necklace on his chest.

The next second, a white, shimmering cross gently merged into his necklace, giving him a unique warmth...

The middle-aged priest quietly fell asleep at the foot of the statue.

At that moment, the people in the room slowly stepped forward.

Bai Yang gazed at the sleeping Father Angus, waved his hand, and the white light dissipated, restoring everything around him to its original state.

Yes, everything that just happened, including the “warmth” Father Angus felt, was actually a “lie.”

In fact, nothing happened here.

The only thing that happened was Angus himself, who had been put to sleep by the power of will.

"Your Majesty, the entire process consumed 0.5 points of willpower. In this dark environment, such light is very conspicuous!" Alvin's voice came to Bai Yang's ears.

Bai Yang nodded in satisfaction. "Not bad! Did you obtain the power of your wish?"

"I've got it! I've gained ten points of willpower, five of which have entered into godhood, and five have entered into the necklace on the priest's chest!" Alvin was overjoyed. "This is a very devout believer. If he can stabilize, he can provide at least five points of willpower every day!"

Bai Yang smiled and said, "Of course he's devout. In this country, it's not easy to find a priest whose spirit and faith are so pure!"

"You seem to have some entirely new ideas?" Alvin asked curiously. "What kind of instructions do you want to input into his dream?"

Bai Yang smiled and said, "It's not just his dream, but also the dreams of many others; they can all be input!"

"How can one person's willpower be enough? I want to make the entire town of Vespuch the source of my willpower!"

He said this and waved his hand.

Alvin vanished without a trace and began to tumble and fly over every house in the town center.

This is also Bai Yang's method; using willpower in reality consumes too much energy.

The hundred points of willpower he possessed were not even enough to support him in unfolding a grand fantasy here.

However, in a virtual world, such as a dream, even with just a little bit of guidance, one could achieve the same effect as a hundred or even a thousand points of external wish power.

In this continent where theology is prevalent and various mysterious forces and legends abound, dreams are actually a very good method.

It conserves willpower and allows these people to initially perceive danger!
Bai Yang clearly understands the reality of human nature: only when faced with real danger will people choose to believe in something.

"In this country, what is more solemn and mysterious than the Vatican?" Bai Yang gazed at the shadow of the church and slowly disappeared into the darkness.

(End of this chapter)