Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chapter 127 This is a blessing from the gods

The drizzle was silent, yet it changed everything.

Those who were bedridden were the first to feel the changes.

A paralyzed patient who had been lying in bed for three years suddenly opened his eyes wide. He felt a warm current seeping into his skin and flowing through his blood vessels throughout his body. His legs, which had long been numb, began to itch and feel hot.

He tried to move his toes.

Moved.

He then tried bending his knees.

It's bent.

He sat up abruptly, threw off the covers, and watched as his withered legs became fuller and stronger at a visible speed. Then, he stood up.

For the first time in three years, he stood up.

The old man on the next bed stared blankly at the scene, his mouth wide open. He didn't even notice that his dentures had fallen out. He didn't care because his leg, which had been hurting for more than ten years, suddenly stopped hurting.

A gasp came from the other end of the corridor.

A seriously wounded soldier who had just been brought in had a large gash in his abdomen, with his intestines almost spilling out. However, the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye in the rain. The flesh writhed and the skin grew back. In less than a minute, only a faint white mark remained.

Further away, a blind child born without sight was playing in the yard. He shouldn't have come out alone, but he loved the rain so much—it was warm, like his mother's hand. Then he suddenly realized that he could "see."

It wasn't a blurry sense of light; I could actually see it.

He saw the rain falling from the sky, saw how green the jujube tree in the yard that he had touched countless times was, and saw his mother standing at the door, covering her mouth and crying.

"Mom!" he ran over. "Mom, I see you!"

His mother hugged him tightly and burst into tears.

In the neighboring courtyard, an old blacksmith who had been deaf and mute for over fifty years was forging iron. He couldn't hear the rain or the exclamations of his neighbors, but suddenly, he heard them.

Ding-dong— Ding-dong—

That was the sound of his hammer, which he had used all his life. It sounded so beautiful.

He tried to shout, and found that he could make a sound.

"I—I—" he stammered, then burst into laughter, laughing until tears streamed down his face.

On the street corner, a young man with a leg injury stood up. He threw away his crutches and jumped around in the rain like a madman.

No one around him laughed at him, because everyone was laughing, crying, jumping and skipping.

The elderly people, their hair already completely white, were staring blankly at their reflections in the puddle.

Wrinkles disappeared, gray hair turned black, back straightened, and eyes brightened.

They looked at each other, at each other's faces that were both strange and familiar, then hugged each other, laughing and crying at the same time.

The thin became strong, the weak became powerful, and those who had worked hard for years and suffered from various ailments felt light and refreshed, as if they had been relieved of the burdens they had carried for decades.

The entire city and everyone were transformed at this moment.

If any players were present at this moment and used a detection spell to scan the city, they would be absolutely astonished.

Because at this moment, everyone in the city's level collectively increased by 15 levels.

Moreover, it's not a job level, it's a racial level.

What does this mean? It means they are no longer "ordinary humans".

Their life essence was forcibly elevated, transforming them from mortals into a higher form of existence.

If I had to find a word to describe them, I could probably call them "mixed-race".

Leylin incorporated a drop of his blood into that cloud.

With just that one drop of blood, he turned everyone in the city into his bloodline.

The rain gradually subsided.

The clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, and the sunlight shone down again.

People then snapped out of their daze.

They looked at each other, at each other's unfamiliar faces, at their own young and strong bodies, and then—

thump.

The first one knelt down.

Then the second, the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth.

The entire city, a sea of ​​people, knelt down in unison.

They didn't know what had happened, what the underlying principle was, or how Prince Leylin had managed to do it.

All they knew was that they had been "blessed".

They were blessed by God.

"Thank God!"

"Long live Prince Leylin!"

"Lord Leylin! Lord Leylin!"

Some people started shouting "God," some shouted "Holy Lord," and some were so excited that they became incoherent, only repeating the name of Leylin over and over again.

Leylin stood in the center of the square, looking at the dense crowd kneeling down, and then at the clouds gradually dissipating in the sky. A thought popped into his mind: This method is quite effective.

Another time, when he was in the Panlong World, he saw the methods of the Holy Light Church quite often, such as miracles, holy light shining everywhere, and believers being blessed. To put it bluntly, they used power to create phenomena and then used these phenomena to win people's hearts.

His current move is pretty much the same old approach.

Of course, those main gods are playing the authentic version; his version, made from clouds, is at best a knock-off.

But it's just so easy to use.

That's enough to fool these naive people.

Leylin withdrew his gaze and looked at the ministers around him.

They've all changed.

Those elderly ministers with gray hair now had thick, black hair and smooth skin, making them look as if they had become thirty years younger.

Several generals who had spent years in the military suddenly felt their aura surge, their presence so powerful that any one of them could easily overwhelm their former selves.

It should be noted that those who can become generals in the Kingdom of Inberia are not weaklings; they all have a foundation of level 20 or so.

Now, after being hit by Leylin's level 15 attack, he has directly crossed the Heroic Realm and entered the Realm of the Abnormal.

What does this mean?

In the past, such a person would have been a peerless master, appearing only once every few centuries, representing the pinnacle of human strength. Now, they are being mass-produced.

The ministers looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

The power gap is too great.

So big that they didn't even know how to start the conversation.

Previously, Leylin was His Highness, and they were his subjects, with a distinction between rank and status. But at least it was a distance between "humans" and "humans." Now, that distance has become a distance between "humans" and "gods."

Duke Caios took a deep breath, steeled himself, stepped forward, and bowed deeply: "Your Highness, thank you for your kindness. We will never forget it."

His voice was a little strained, and there was a clear sense of awe in his tone.

The others then realized what was happening and joined in, offering their praise all at once.

"Your Highness possesses divine power!"

"His Highness's benevolence is as vast as the sea!"

"We are willing to die for Your Highness!"

Lei Lin listened to all this flattery and was both amused and exasperated.

Isn't this just like the common trope in fantasy novels? When ordinary people face powerful figures, they are all filled with fear and trepidation, afraid of saying the wrong word and offending the other party. In the eyes of these ministers, he is probably that kind of "powerful figure in the senior realm".

"Alright, alright." He waved his hand. "You all go back to what you were doing. If there's any official business to organize, send someone over. I'm leaving now."

After saying that, he took off into the air without waiting for anyone's reaction.

The ministers quickly bowed and saw them off.

Only after Leylin's figure disappeared into the clouds did they dare to straighten up and begin to whisper among themselves.

"Do you think—is His Highness even human anymore?"

"His Highness himself said that he is a human being."

"You believe it? That a person can flatten a mountain with a single finger? That a person can transform an entire city with a single sentence?"

"—Then what do you say it is?"

"I think Your Highness has probably become a god, just like the legendary sun god and moon goddess."

"It's possible—it's very possible—"

Duke Caius stood there, motionless for a long time.

He looked in the direction where Leylin had disappeared, at the sky that had returned to calm, and murmured to himself, "Your Highness—I really can't see through you anymore."

He was Leilin's father-in-law, and should have been one of his closest relatives, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the figure was terrifyingly unfamiliar.

It's still the same face, the same voice, and the same familiar expressions.

But it feels completely different now.

It's like there's an insurmountable barrier between us.

"I hope—" he said softly, not knowing who he was speaking to, "that you are still the Prince Leylin I know."

At this moment, Leylin had already ridden a cloud and flown out of the capital.

He didn't turn around, nor did he dwell on the ministers' reactions. He had more important things to do.

He once said that he wanted to make humanity stronger.

It's not about people from one city, or people from one country, but about all of humanity.

The capital city is just the beginning.

His current power is enough to easily cover a city, but he is still far from being able to cover the entire kingdom, or even the entire continent.

After all, his current foundation, converted to the standards of the Panlong World, is equivalent to a Saint-level Dragonblood Warrior plus a Saint-level Mage.

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So we have to take it slowly.

We traveled from city to city.

Let's start with the Kingdom of Inberia.

Lei Lin looked down at the mountains and fields rushing past below, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Take your time," he said softly.

With his current strength, time is on his side.