Myth: I am God!

"Heaven?"

"Yes, my Lord."

So said a crow.

"Don't you feel that this heaven is a bit too peaceful?"

Looking down at the boundless sea of ​​clouds and the suspicious crows in front of him, Yahweh said irritably.

Actually, he was a little angry.

Since he'd already transmigrated, why was he greeted not by a beautiful blonde maid, nor by an overflowing villa of banknotes, nor by a pale-skinned, elegant, and noble mecha Gundam when he woke up...?

Instead, inexplicably, I found myself in a place similar to the stratosphere, with a completely black, talking, silly bird floating in front of me.

And this silly bird was completely obsessed, constantly telling him that he was "the Lord" and "the God who created all things".

The stratospheric-like scene before him was what the silly bird called "heaven".

"Since I am God."

"Can I destroy the world?"

"cannot."

"Can I create everything?"

"Not at the moment... either."

"Then what kind of God am I?"

"Your power is incredible..."

Yahweh asked some questions.

However, the crows' replies were all negative or ambiguous.

This unreliable answer extinguished the hope that had been burning in Yahweh's heart.

He thought he could travel into some kind of invincible novel plot, like a God simulator or something.

It now appears that more information is needed to clarify the current situation.

Seeing that Yahweh was in low spirits, the crow flapped its wings frantically in circles, trying to explain something, but it couldn't make sense of it at all.

"Lord, you are making things too difficult for me... I am but a fragmented soul, and it is already a remarkable thing that I can remember my loyalty to you. I have long forgotten many things from the past..."

"I only remember these few things."

"First, you are the supreme Lord, past, present, and future, and always will be."

"Secondly, I am your most loyal servant."

"Third, Heaven is your dwelling place, and this world cannot bear your will."

"Fourth, we need to collect the 'scrolls' scattered throughout the world."

After holding it in for a while, the crow finally spilled all the information from its little head.

Its flapping wings finally stopped, and it slowly and tentatively landed on Yahweh's shoulder.

The crow was overjoyed to see that Yahweh did not object.

"Wait a minute..."

Yahweh reached out and pulled the raven down.

"What is the present world? What is the scroll? Explain clearly."

The raven, held captive in Yahweh's hand and unable to move, replied...

"The present world is where many, many people, gods, and animals live; it is the main part of the world."

"I don't remember what a roller is, but I vaguely remember that rollers were very important to you and to me, extremely important."

Yahweh did not inquire further about the scroll, and it was clear from the raven's clear eyes that it could not provide any more information.

What attracted Yahweh was the "worldly" aspect.

And Yahweh's guess was correct.

He wasn't a "ga" in the traditional sense, but because he was a truly virtuous person, he went to heaven and entered the Kingdom of Heaven.

It's more like a kind of time travel.

The so-called "present world" might be the place he normally arrives at, but perhaps due to some procedural error, he accidentally ended up in a secret realm in another world, a secret realm called "Heaven".

"And what about the 'God' you're talking about?" Yahweh asked.

"God? Much more powerful than mortals... the ruler of this world," the raven replied.

The clouds stretched from the foot of Yahweh to the horizon, meeting the flawless blue sky at the edge of the horizon to form a distinct boundary.

The vast expanse of clouds and mist resembles a wasteland or a wilderness. When the wind blows, wisps of cloud rise like ripples on water, spreading in circles to the distant horizon.

perhaps.

This is indeed heaven.

It is but a heavenly kingdom that has not yet been built.

Yahweh stood on the clouds, gazing into the distance, organizing his thoughts.

Based on the information he had, Yahweh deduced that he was in a small world called "Heaven," which, according to fantasy, was similar to a blessed land.

Besides their own small world, there exists a main world, in which many powerful beings exist, and they are called "gods".

The so-called "scroll" should be something like the treasures, legacies, or other precious things left behind by the previous owner of this blessed land.

As for the crow in front of us...

Yahweh had intended to describe it using a name like that of a guardian beast.

But to be honest, he really didn't think this silly bird had any fighting ability... let's just consider it a mascot.

"So, all I can do right now is enter the 'real world' and search for the so-called 'scroll'?"

Yawes concluded.

The crow nodded, then quickly shook its head.

It flapped its wings and said, "Lord, you are right about finding the scroll. However, it is not you who should go to find it. Your power is incredible. If you were to go directly to the mortal world, the world would not be able to bear your will and would collapse."

Yahweh scoffed at this idea.

If you're timid, just admit it. Don't make excuses. It's clearly because the monsters and demons outside are too dangerous.

"Then how do we find it? How do we connect to the real world?" Yahweh asked.

Mentioning this, the crow immediately perked up, even straightening its posture a bit. It feigned a shrewd and calculating air and said,

"Lord... countless years ago, when my soul was still whole, I left behind a contingency plan..."

"What's the second move?" Yahweh asked.

"..." The crow stared blankly, as if deep in thought. "I forgot."

"But rest assured, I have definitely prepared a backup plan."

Yahweh then asked, "When will it take effect?"

"..."

"have no idea."

The crow answered decisively, its wise eyes meeting Yahweh's with a wide, staring contest.

......

Nemea Plain, Eastern Forest.

This is a natural treasure, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a flat area full of flowers and grass in the middle. Tributaries flow down from the high mountains and converge into a river in the central plain. This place is like a natural fortress.

The disaster-stricken refugees came from the West, originally intending to travel to prosperous countries on the eastern coast, hoping to earn a living through cheap labor.

But when they finally reached the eastern forest after overcoming countless hardships, crossing mountains and dense forests...

They inevitably came to a stop.

"This is a good place."

The leader was a tall man who leaned on a wooden stick for support as he looked around.

The man was dressed in simple, tattered cloth. He was thin and sallow-faced, and looked especially gaunt due to long-term malnutrition, like a withered bamboo pole.

"There is food, lots of berries, wild grapes... and you can even see a herd of antelopes running on the grassland."

He thought for a moment, then turned to the equally ragged disaster victims and said:

"We can stay here."

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