The Lost People of Teyvat

Chapter 319 Sinner
Xumi, Pure Glass Workshop.

The great sage Azar looked up at the giant mecha with several pipes on its body suspended in the center of the workshop, then lowered his head and looked at the many busy scholars in the workshop. After a moment of silence, he waved his hand, and the people next to him understood and turned around to find the person in charge of the god-making project.

"Lord Great Sage."

The person in charge was wearing a white coat, with a hunched body and a weather-beaten face under his pale hair, but his eyes were very bright. He saluted to Hazard, and the rest of the followers dispersed, leaving the space for the two old men.

"how is the progress?"

"Everything is going smoothly. The machine's data has reached the expected level. The test subject is in good condition. We are just waiting for the Flower God's Birthday Festival in half a month."

Azar nodded, turned his gaze to the giant mecha, and suddenly said, "If we don't choose the Flower God's Birthday Festival as the node for becoming a god, how many possibilities does the plan have?"

"Don't choose the Flower Goddess Birthday Festival?"

The person in charge was stunned for a moment, frowning and his forehead wrinkles deeper: "Great Sage, you should know that even if we make full use of all favorable conditions in our plan, the success rate of the plan is less than 90%. If we rashly change the time node, I am afraid the success rate will only be 80%."

Creating a god, such a shocking plan, even if there is a 99% chance of success, is still an unsafe and risky behavior. Since the beginning of the god-making plan, the Order has been trying every means to increase the success rate. Why is it that at the critical moment, the great sage wants to destroy his own foundation?

The person in charge didn't understand, and didn't hide his doubts: "Great Sage, has something happened to Xumi?"

"Not yet." Hazard shook his head, turned his gaze back, and said, "I have been a little uneasy these days... Maybe I am overthinking it, or should we stick to the original plan... No, let's make preparations for both scenarios."

Hazard pondered for a few seconds and told the person in charge his thoughts.

The person in charge looked stunned, hesitated for a moment, nodded to show that he understood, and then looked like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Great Sage..."

"explain."

"If we do this, what if... I mean what if, the God-making plan fails, the chain reaction will be shocking. Xumi City will definitely be affected and suffer heavy losses. By then, we will all become the sinners of Xumi!"

The person in charge gritted his teeth and said, but he saw that Azar had a strange expression and couldn't help but be stunned: "Great Sage?"

"In my opinion, the success rate of the God-making Project is unreliable, because what we want to create is God, and we are just mortals. How can the birth of God be affected by the data of mortals?"

Azar shook his head, put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "As for sinners... the moment we chose the God-making plan, we were already sinners of Xumi."

They disobeyed and imprisoned gods, condoned foreign forces' interference in Xumi's internal affairs, used the void to force the residents of Xumi City to contribute computing power, imprisoned sages from other factions in order to suppress dissidents, and forced most scholars in the College of the Decrees to choose sides... one thing after another, these people have long been sinners of Xumi.

But what about sinners?

He knew that he had committed an unforgivable crime and had no intention of using any excuses to exonerate himself, but at the same time, as long as his plan succeeded, no one could discredit his achievements.

The person in charge was stunned for a long time, and then he sighed deeply. His face seemed to have become older: "...Yes, we are already sinners."

"So what if we are sinners, so what if our methods are extreme? As long as Xumi exists, what we do is still meaningful." The great sage glanced at him and said it to him, and also to himself.

"Yes, I understand."

The person in charge nodded.

"Is the God Control Program complete?"

Azar didn't try to persuade him any further. They had both lived for a long time, so it was understandable that they would be unbalanced for a while, but he would not choose someone who couldn't adjust in time to take on such an important position as the head of the God-making Project. "It's done. It's been entered into the [God Canned Knowledge]."

The person in charge said: "It's just that we don't know how much confidence we have in success. After all, we are controlling gods."

"Just a newborn god."

Azar shook his head and didn't say the second half of the sentence: Xumi is not without experience in this regard.

Xumi is probably the only country among the seven countries of Teyvat that has experience in imprisoning gods.

"It's different. That person had no intention of resisting from beginning to end."

The person in charge naturally understood what Azar was hiding, and couldn't help but recall the records in the classics about how the little King of Auspicious Grass was born in Xumi five hundred years ago and was found by the great sage of that time.

The great sage did not lock up the little auspicious grass king immediately after finding him in the Jingshan Palace. Instead, he actually sent the god to the throne and returned the power of Sumeru to him.

But the gods understood nothing. They did not clear the fog to guide Xumi forward. Instead, they brought endless confusion and doubt to the scholars.

——When the God of Wisdom lacks wisdom, is He really still the God of Wisdom?
After considering various factors, the great sage decided to send the little auspicious grass king to the Jingshan Palace. Perhaps at that moment, he still hoped that this newborn god of Xumi could learn and grow quickly in a lifespan far exceeding that of humans and become a true god of wisdom.

"Yes, until now, He has no intention of resisting."

Hazard sighed and fell silent along with the person in charge.

a long time,

Azar came back to his senses, thought of something, and said, "Since there is no guarantee that the control program will take effect, we can install some backup facilities in the mecha. Only when the experimental subject and the Heart of God are connected together can it become a complete god. If this new god is disobedient, we will sever the connection between Him and the Heart of God and let him step down from the throne."

What Xumi wants is a controllable demon god. If he is uncontrollable, why make him a god?

"Maybe it's feasible! I'll have someone design it right away... No! I'll design it myself!"

The person in charge thought about it, his expression became excited, and he immediately turned around and left, even forgetting to say goodbye to the great sage.

Azar didn't care. That's how scholars are. Once they are in the mood, they will sink into their own spiritual world and will not be moved by any disturbance from the outside world.

He took one last look at the giant mecha, turned and left the workshop, returning to the office of the Grand Sage of the Institute of the Church.

After only being away for half a day, there were seven or eight more documents waiting to be processed on the desk, piled up together, causing the elderly Hazard to sigh.

The desert tribes started a melee, the rainforest dead zone phenomenon expanded, the Grand Bazaar Zubair Theater expressed dissatisfaction with the restriction of performances, and the 30-person group...

What is this, and why did a protest letter from a theater also arrive on his desk?

Azar frowned, picked out one of the documents, and was about to return it when he suddenly stopped and remembered that he had indeed arranged for his subordinates to report all matters related to the performances in Xumi City directly to him a few days ago.

I am really old... Azar shook his head, looked at the document in his hand, read it carefully twice, and raised his eyebrows: "Dance of the Flower Goddess... Interesting."

He wrote a directive instructing the House of Fatwas not to interfere with the performances at the Zubair Theatre and to provide support where appropriate to help the theatre expand its festive atmosphere.

Since we want a festival and want to celebrate, we naturally can't just rush it. At least this time's Flower Goddess Birthday Festival can allow these useless actors to be a little happier.

(End of this chapter)