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Chapter 83 Weaving hope and future

After retrieving his true name from Chaos, Bai Yue understood part of the great concept of 'gods'.

They are the incarnation of rules, the basic order of all things in the world, and the pillars and foundation of the world.

Just like the rising and setting of the sun, darkness and light, thunder and wind and rain, new lives will always have a fixed understanding of the rules of the world.

As knowledge is passed down from generation to generation, a vast amount of cognition will begin to gather, and from then on it will become the prototype of a god's consciousness.

However, basic knowledge is only the first step in the birth of gods.

If the new god wants to mobilize his power, he needs the purest faith.

For gods, 'faith' is a kind of 'cognition' with explosive nutritional value.

Only when people worship and pray with faith can gods respond to the wishes of believers and thereby break through the limitations of rules and unleash their power.

This is the nature of 'authority'.

But the biggest problem at hand is that Bai Yue realizes that he doesn't have many followers at all.

Because Chaos has been in slumber for too long, so long that the thousands of changes in civilization, so long that the starry sky has been polluted and mutated, so long that the new civilization has completely forgotten it.

As a result, Bai Yue's current number of followers is only in single digits...

While thinking, his gaze passed through layer after layer of world barriers, and finally settled on a golden city-state.

Bai Yue saw the figure of the little nun.

Unlike some unscrupulous old drunkard, little Molly truly believed that God would come to save her home.

The little girl had finished her homework at this time. The nuns and priests all left, leaving little Molly alone in the huge church.

She stood guard at the bottom of the steps of the cathedral, sitting quietly on the steps, looking longingly at the door at the end of the steps.

The lights outside the window gradually brightened, and the light was refracted through the holy stained glass, lengthening the thin shadow of the little nun.

An old hand suddenly stretched out and touched the top of little Molly's head.

"Are you waiting for him today too?"

The old man also sat on the steps next to the little nun, not caring about his clean golden robe.

Molly didn't respond, she just nodded slightly.

"As a messenger of God, it's normal for Leonard to be busy."

The old man took his granddaughter's little hand and comforted him: "Don't worry, he will never forget you."

Molly still didn't respond. The little girl who used to aspire to be an archbishop was surprisingly quiet now.

Looking at the somewhat lost little nun, Bourne scratched his head in distress. The next moment, he had a plan in mind and took out a hidden bottle of wine from his arms.

"Look, Leonard has been asking me to buy wheat juice for him recently!"

The old man shook the evidence in his hand and smiled: "He also said that he had prepared a gift for little Molly..."

"Grandpa Bourne is a big liar."

Bourne looked relieved.

"Pastor Ron told me a long time ago that wheat juice is golden wheat liquor. Leonard will not like smelly liquor like Grandpa Bourne..."

Little Molly hugged her knees sadly and buried her head in her knees.

"Leonard suffered a very serious injury before. He is so tired and should take a good rest."

"I don't want a gift." The little nun's voice became softer and softer: "I just miss him."

Bourne fell silent.

The old man looked at the mechanical hatch. He knew that he could not give Molly the correct answer, because he did not know when the great god who killed Long Night would come to this suffering land again.

But what more could he ask for?

It's already very good, the long cold night has ended, the Golden Kingdom has successfully continued, and people no longer have to be afraid of overlapping shadows and nightmares.

Maybe 'Leonard' really won't come back, but his departure gives people hope to move forward.Sacrifice before dawn is meaningful, death is never the end of civilization.

Byrne knows all this.

But he would not tell little Molly the meaning of civilization, because these truths are still too heavy for children.

This is a lonely duty that only belongs to adults. Those who are old should bear the truth and burn fiercely with the past.

Only in this way can the children who represent hope see the road ahead clearly, and they will be bathed in light and officially embark on their journey. Only then can the burned-out people smile and wave goodbye to them.

Then pass civilization to the distance again.

Bourne smiled silently, and stood up, ready to use new methods to make Molly happy, but the next moment, Bourne was stunned.

He saw a gentle white glow lighting up every corner of the church.

The light comes from little Molly's shadow.

A crystal white halo hung above Shadow's head. Then, the gorgeous halo quietly dispersed and turned into countless crystal clear white silk threads.

The threads began to interweave, and in the blink of an eye, they were given a new shape and became...

A soft white cat doll that looks fluffy.

Under the astonished gaze of the archbishop, the white cat doll floated over and then landed in little Molly's arms.

"ah!"

The little nun who was in a daze was startled. She hugged the sudden cat in a daze. Then, she saw the label hanging on the tail of the doll, which said...

——Leonard’s gift to little Molly, named: ‘The Happy Big Cat’.

"The happy big cat... Wow! It's the happy big cat!"

Little Molly finally realized something, and she immediately jumped up from the ground. The little nun held up the doll and cheered, with a cute and happy smile on her baby-fat little face:

"Grandpa, look! Leonard really prepared a gift for me!"

"Hmph! I've warned you a long time ago, and you still call me a liar."

I saw Bourne folding his arms, and the despicable adult looked away coldly: "I'm already angry!"

"I'm sorry...it was my fault just now..."

The innocent child apologized quickly. She hugged the white cat doll tightly and pulled the corner of Bourne's clothes with her other hand: "Grandpa, please forgive me..."

"Okay, I'll reluctantly forgive you this time, but I won't do it next time."

Bourne glanced at the center of the church. The old man's eyes were filled with a smile of reverence.

But he seemed to have remembered something, and the old man's expression suddenly changed. Then, with Archbishop Bourne's extremely regretful expression, little Molly mercilessly snatched the wheat juice from the old man's hand.

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Bai Yue withdrew his gaze.

Chaos realized that the pure faith stemming from little Molly seemed to be more conducive to stabilizing his own humanity than the fearful perceptions of the people of the Eastern Kingdom.

Thanks to her, Bai Yue finally understood what the power of the chaotic gods meant.

One of the powers of the Spider of Chaos...

——It is 'weaving hope and future'.

It's time to give the Eastern Kingdom's royal family and the ideal kingdom a little divine shock.

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