Bring some numerical shock to the summoning world

After a pause, Tucker's words trembled slightly:

"After ascending the throne, he made his first wish to the saint."

"He wants the City of Heaven to last forever."

How to last forever?

How to... last forever.

The Father's Spirit stood on the crown of the mountains, his robe brushing the clouds as he looked down upon this land flowing with milk and honey. The people, like a tide, lifted up the jeweled image, their praises shaking the heavens: "Father loves the world! God loves the world! The capital of heaven endures forever!"

He suddenly appeared before the kneeling king. Stars swirled in the saint's pupils, and his hand, covered in golden cocoons, placed on the king's shoulder:

"It must last forever."

The first watcher pointed at the sky and screamed, the yellow sand was swallowing the golden sun.

The second man looked down at his transparent palm, and the golden teeth in his mouth grew like temple candlesticks.

The king's brocade robes were speckled with gold, and his knuckles were frozen in a gesture of prayer—for only gold endures eternity.

Golden grace begins to walk.

Fountains gushed out molten gold, and the wings of white doves were coated with the metal as they flew by.

People's feet sank into the suddenly softened golden brick pavement, and the bells continued to vibrate in the solidification.

Golden tears flowed from the church's stained windows, soaking the backs of the believers on their kneeling mats.

Silver chains emerged from the ground and wrapped around the ankles of the fleeing men. Some tried to cut the chains with knives, but the blades melted into the silver, forming a twisted cross.

The Father's voice resounds from all gilded mouths:

“Why refuse immortality?

"Are petals more beautiful than pure gold?

"Is flesh and blood more real than eternity?"

The earth opened wide at the feet of the Holy One, and the people's final cries were sealed into the golden throat - the vessel of their suffering because of the Father's pity.

The price must be paid.

As the gods sighed, a sandstorm swallowed up the last of the light. The spires of the royal city toppled like golden candles, sinking into the gaping cracks in the earth.

Many generations later, the desert winds peeled away the rock layers: the eternal golden streets still stretched out, and golden snakes slithered on the empty roofs.

Deep within the ruins of the imperial palace, the golden king and his chained subjects knelt, silver sand gathering in their eye sockets, their palms still raised upwards, maintaining the posture of worshiping a holy image.

The city of heaven sleeps forever underground.

“Only me...only me...”

Tucker sat on the chair, looking at the bottle of wine in his hand, and said softly: "The king ascended the throne, and everyone should return to the Heavenly Capital to celebrate. But at that time, I was exploring a ruin, exploring various records about God."

"I wasn't there when the Sky City fell, so I didn't turn into gold."

Extending his skeletal hand, Tucker slowly said, "At this moment, the saint has sealed the City of Heaven beneath the Sinai Desert. He is still alive, and he is still wondering why people no longer make wishes to him. He stands motionless beneath his statue, waiting for the believers' response."

"Later, my brother, the president of the Saints Society, and I returned to the Sky City. We learned what happened through the video footage left by Ye Lin."

Tucker placed the empty bottle on the table, a bitter smile forming on the skull's face.

“The saint saw us and said: Welcome home.”

Zhou Li and Sha Yun were silent.

He couldn't imagine that the wanderer returned to his hometown, only to find that his hometown was sunken deep into the ground, and all the people turned into gold and died, and the culprit of all this was their father who became a god.

"We killed the saint to prevent him from bringing harm to others."

Trembling, Tucker seemed to transform this millennium of history into a sip of wine, turbid yet searing. He stared at the label on the bottle and spoke slowly, "Even in death, the saint's remains still possess strange powers. To prevent the saint's resurrection, we dismembered his body and buried it in desolate places around the world."

"My brother died thirty years later. I chose to transform into a living dead to guard the remains of the Sky City. The president of the Saint Society at that time..."

After a pause, Tucker said softly:

“It became the spectrum.”

After witnessing the gods he believed in transform into monsters and destroy his country, Spectrum finally went mad and transformed himself into Spectrum, becoming a ghost wandering the world.

Zhou Li sighed for a long time, then looked at Tucker in front of him and said slowly:

"I once met a man in the history of a country. He was just like the saint you mentioned. He turned the tide and saved a country."

"and after?"

Tucker asked, "He became a god too?"

"not at all."

After a brief silence, Zhou Li said, "He likes spicy food and braised pork. He also wrote poetry, which was very, very good. He had an accent when he spoke, which sounded very friendly."

Tucker was stunned.

After a long pause, he whispered, "Then he will not become a god."

"Yes, everyone missed him after he left, but no one wanted to disturb him."

Zhou Li nodded and said, "Your saint is too divine."

"maybe."

Nodding, Tucker looked at the last bottle of wine and asked, "Maybe my father himself wants to become a god, but...he doesn't realize it."

"What are you going to do next?"

Zhou Li looked at Tucker. He had known for a long time that Tucker was not simple, but he did not expect that the other party was a gravekeeper.

"Look at you."

Tucker looked at the gold around him and said, "Gold magic can only be used on the golden pulse. This gold is the swan song of golden magic. If you want, you can give it to the Golden Kingdom."

"never mind."

Waving his hands, Zhou Li said, "Someone told me something is wrong."

"Who?"

Tucker was stunned for a moment, "What's wrong?"

"Have you never wondered why saints suddenly become saints?"

Bai Dongdong, who had been giving Zhou Li advice, emerged from the bronze door. She scanned Sha Yun's figure instantly, and after a moment of fierceness, she said to Tucker:

"Or do you really think the source is a saint?"

Tucker blinked. He didn't know Bai Dongdong, but seeing Zhou Li's attitude towards her, he knew that this person was not simple.

"what do you mean?"

he asked tentatively.

"Gold magic itself has problems."

Bending down and touching the gold that served as the wall, Bai Dongdong frowned and said, "No, there must be something wrong with the gold created by the gold magic."

Tucker was stunned.

"How can it be?!"

He was incredulous and asked, "How could there be a problem with gold?"

"As you said, it is people's desires that make saints become gods."

Looking at Tucker, Bai Dongdong asked, "Then the question is, how many people throughout history have believed in one person, but why are only saints able to become gods?"

"Because gold will arouse more terrible desires."

Bai Dongdong pointed at the gold and said, "You said that modern magic is developing much faster than in ancient times. The Church of Truth long ago developed the art of pure gold transformation, but it was immediately banned and destroyed."

"why?"

Tucker was puzzled.

"desire."

At this moment, Sha Yun said with a complicated expression, "When humans master the ability to create gold, their desires will expand infinitely..."

“Natural gold is a precious metal.”

Bai Dongdong sat next to Zhou Li and said, "Artificially created gold is the source of desire. I'm not saying that creating gold is bad. On the contrary, as a highly effective magical material, it's a great thing to be able to artificially synthesize gold. However, the prerequisite is that artificially creating gold must meet one condition."

Stretching out his white and delicate fingers, Bai Dongdong said seriously:

“Gold is no longer a universal currency.”

"What do you mean?"

Tucker was stunned.

"When you created gold, it was still money. It was like humans suddenly mastering the ability to print money. Even if there were losses, they would be insignificant because, from a natural perspective, gold is just a special metal. But for humans, gold is a universal equivalent, an item of high value."

"Once your nation has mastered the magic of gold, you will be able to create gold, precious metals that are unattainable to other nations. And at this point, the wealth you create almost out of thin air will fuel your desires, and you will yearn for higher things, such as... the creation of gods."

Bai Dongdong pointed to a heavy golden water cup beside him and said, "Just like it would sell for sixty gold in the Golden Kingdom, which is equivalent to the annual expenses of a family of three. But to you, it's just a spell. So, golden magic is very normal magic, but only golden magic is not normal."

"The City of Heaven possesses golden magic, but only golden magic. This has led to you possessing immense wealth, but lacking the means to transform it into spiritual wealth of equal value. You possess mountains of gold, yet crave the gods to satisfy your desires. This is the truth behind the fall of the City of Heaven."

After a moment's thought, Bai Dongdong added, "In other words, as your material wealth grew, so did your desire for spiritual wealth. However, you only had golden magic, which couldn't satisfy your people's expanding spiritual needs, so you ultimately created a god."

“It feels like another political lesson.”

Zhou Li covered his head and tried to avoid the memories of high school.

"this···"

Tucker was silent. He had never thought of such an explanation. But after thinking about it, he felt that Bai Dongdong was right.

There was only wealth, and its value was inflated. There was endless rice to be grown, and sweet fruits to be found. But at that time, the capital of heaven was completely absorbed in the beauty of creating gold, and the cultural realm was shockingly dry. Poets created gold, painters divided it, and even playwrights began to inlay gold in their rooms.

Then, people fell into confusion and emptiness. They regarded saints as the spiritual pillars of everything and finally deified them.

"So, I actually thought from the beginning that I couldn't stay in this place."

Looking at Tucker beside him, Zhou Li asked, "Can you guarantee that this place will not be discovered by other countries?"

Tucker said after a brief silence: "The SPW president has set his sights on this place."