Arad's unruly savior

With narrowed eyes, she put down the hoe in her hand, gathered a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead, and the wooden handle of the hoe in her hand, which was quite smooth from frequent use, suddenly had a golden luster, exuding an extraordinary and sacred aura.

Sure enough, the hoe used for hoeing the fields at home became a sacred object because of the use of the gods, and the squinty-eyed man seemed unaware of the divine radiance he was receiving.

Luciel and the others, standing by the vegetable garden, speculated that a single shovel strike would cause the entire world to glow with golden light, capable of instantly killing the Great Demon.

"It is quite tempting, nine paths to higher realms, but it is not essential for me."

With squinting eyes and leaning on a hoe, she looked up at the sun for a moment, her beautiful eyes shining, her pretty face like a fairy flower blooming on a windless day, and then she calmly explained the reason.

Before she knew what the Creator's position was, she did feel a strong desire to explore that completely unfamiliar realm, a realm of knowledge that neither wisdom nor power had ever recorded.

It is said that the unknown is the greatest fear of the soul, capable of breeding invisible and twisted inner demons, but the unknown is also the greatest curiosity, capable of firmly hooking the heart with desire.

The more unknown something is, the more it is beyond one's ability to reach and understand, the more it becomes a sweet and delicious poison.

"When the gods learned that there were higher levels above the divine realm, they took the tempting poison."

However, because the knowledge of the Creator's position was firmly in the hands of a few supreme beings, the gods were almost completely blind, unable to grasp even a clue, and the sweet poison had not yet fully taken effect.

Creator status is innate... This was a consensus among the gods until Nightwood broke this long-held ironclad rule.

Now, with his eyes narrowed, he indicated that he had learned about the knowledge of the Creator's Position. The realm that was previously unknown was no longer a secret. It had unveiled its mystery and revealed its true form, satisfying his great curiosity.

Most importantly, she once briefly stood in the realm of creation, holding the path of reincarnation, and all of this is no longer a secret.

With squinting eyes, she picked up the hoe, her smile beautiful and approachable, and said, "I already know things I didn't know before, and I've experienced them firsthand, which is enough. It's like a flower that's beautiful; we appreciate it when it's at its most beautiful, and then let it rest peacefully in the season. This is the true meaning of the law of life. Why make it eternal just because we think it's beautiful?"

On the edge of the pond where Mr. Luo once lay, several forsythia bushes grew in the damp soil. Now, with the changing seasons, they have completely withered, their bright yellow petals turning a drab color in the mud.

The woman with squinty eyes made it very clear: she believed that she was already satisfied with having a complete understanding of and possession of knowledge at a higher level.

Beside the vegetable garden, Obes and the others took out their holy books, quickly turned to a page, and then used their pens to write down what the goddess had just said in the blank space. These were the true words of the gods.

The arsonist Lucille revealed a very enlightened expression, a "pleasant and dangerous smile" curling at the corner of her mouth. Holy light rose from her body, indicating that she had achieved enlightenment on the spot and gained some progress in her cultivation.

Ye Lin nodded in agreement with her statement, but felt that she had given up too easily. Just as he was about to say something more, he was stopped by the squinty-eyed man who held a hoe to his mouth and then blinked.

With a playful squinty eye, she said, "Shh~ If you still want to persuade me, it means you're clearly biased towards me. Neither the lady in the black dress nor your mother-in-law is as good as me."

Ye Lin, whose mouth was covered in mud, turned his head and spat a few times. That hateful squinty-eyed man wasn't gagging his mouth with the handle of a hoe, but with the end of the hoe that was used to turn the soil, which was covered in mud.

He squinted and walked out of the vegetable garden. He wasn't going to dig today. He continued, "By giving up the creation status of the path of reincarnation, I no longer have the risk of starting a battle for status with those people. So there's no need to think of me as something sacred and glorious."

Upon hearing this, Yuena paused for a moment, her brows furrowing almost imperceptibly. She then glanced sideways cautiously and noticed that Obes and the others had the same expression on their faces. Lord Remy, it seemed there was no reason for him to speak ill of her in such a public setting, especially in front of her followers.

Fortunately, everyone present was a devout and fervent believer, close to God, and their hearts would not be swayed by a few words.

However, if ordinary believers were to hear Lord Remy say that "he is not so holy and glorious," some problems might arise.

The hearts of believers are a complex thing. When they are devout, they are like wild grass growing in the cracks of rocks—resilient, tenacious, and able to take root in places where humans cannot survive.

When things are unstable, it's like a houseplant that's been carefully cared for indoors, but it can suddenly die without warning.

However, Lucille continued with a fanatical expression, nodding vigorously and glowing, as if she had gleaned some wisdom from the words.

Seeing this, Yue Na and the others really wanted to read Lucille's Heart, wondering what kind of mindset allowed her to see all words as revelation.

It feels like Lucille has given up her brain and handed everything over to God.

Ye Lin finally sensed something was off. Today, his squinty eyes seemed too down-to-earth, hardworking, gentle, serene, and noble, like clouds in the sky. He even examined his own shortcomings and used rational thinking to view everything.

His previous demeanor was largely consistent with Remy's behavior in front of his followers, but his final statement that he was not so holy and glorious was quite different from the image of him with squinty eyes.

She's not usually like this.

Ye Lin stared intently at Remy's eyes, which narrowed into beautiful crescent moons when he smiled, yet also held a hidden cunning and mischievousness. Then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he lowered his voice to say:
"Somi?"

Remi's own alternate account, Archangel Somi, symbolizes her most gentle, compassionate, kind, and tender side. It is an alternate account created long ago, a part of herself, similar in nature to the relationship between the Milu sisters and their mother-in-law, Nimère.

Seeing that the other party was about to speak, Ye Lin quickly preemptively added in a low voice:

"Goddesses cannot lie."

Then, the squinty-eyed man holding the hoe froze for a moment, his gentle and beautiful face hesitating, a look of difficulty flashing across his face as he avoided Ye Lin's gaze, before smiling and saying:
"The turned soil needs to be cultivated into ridges with tools, which is hard work. Farming has never been an easy job. Let's work together."

Of course, it's also fine if the vegetable garden doesn't have to be ridged.

The main reason for cultivating ridges is to facilitate harvesting, weeding, and aesthetics.

Thus, Grandis and the others, who had been forced to watch, finally had a chance to get involved, taking out tools to make furrows. However, manpower was limited, so this task was usually done by oxen.

The lucky three-tailed cat passed by, glanced at it, then proudly raised its head and walked past with silent steps.

It doesn't eat rice, so it doesn't care about these things.

The mythical beast Fuzhu had clean, shiny fur and a light, graceful figure. It had an ethereal, otherworldly appearance, so no one could bear to let it plow the fields.

Rice Cake was already completely drunk, and besides, unicorns have never plowed a field.

Crazy Bear walked over, his size increased, and he was full of strength. Then he picked up his tools and was about to get down to work.

Crazy Bear is all-around talented and hardworking, and even Remy admires him quite a bit.

Shea stopped the all-powerful Mad Bear, thought about it seriously for a moment, then walked towards the house in the manor, and took out a game-playing Beyana.

"Fat Razor, what do you mean by that? Explain yourself clearly." Beyana gritted her teeth, staring down at the plow used for tilling the land. How come we have something like this in our house?

Hiat said casually, "Everyone says you're full of energy and can till two acres of land with your bare hands."

"No, I'm not interested."

Beyana raised her middle finger, then glared at the fat cat's eyelids before turning and going back.

"This farmland issue can be solved with a single spell." A few minutes later, Beyana's annoyed and pained voice rang out: "Fat Razor, my internet's down!"

"Come and till the land." Hiat beckoned with a sly smile, "I'll restore you once you're done tilling."

"You're not human," Beyana glared back, already plotting her revenge.

Tonight I'll rush to Vitalon, the capital of the Dros Empire, and then visit your home to complain to your parents that you bullied me.

"Transform!"

Beyana, both angry and helpless, wrapped her hands around the plow's reins and then dashed out of the vegetable garden like a golden phantom.

In terms of strength, Beyana was indeed full of energy, seemingly inexhaustible.

Ye Lin was also being watched by Suomi, and was busy until all the seedlings were planted and watered before he had a moment to spare.

During this time, Archangel Raphael returned with the fruit he had bought, muttering that it was very expensive.

.........

With her eyes half-closed, she was working on the outline of her own universe, her attention focused. She had already collected enough end-of-the-world power, and with the precious chaotic energy given to her by Celia and Ye Lin, she had many new ideas she wanted to experiment with.

The noblewoman in the black dress was also present, occasionally offering advice on Remy's experiments, but spending most of her time in a meditative state.

Her skin was pale and expressionless. She was dressed in a black long dress, with a quiet and profound overall style. There were few bright accents, but a faint radiance flowed through her, as if she had cut out a starless night sky and woven it into the dress.

Because she is temporarily residing on the continent of Arad, she is sometimes mistaken by some people for a widow who has lost her husband, and possibly a noblewoman, due to her unique attire and cold expression.

Someone once approached her with ulterior motives, but true intentions cannot be hidden before the divine. The noblewoman in the black dress glanced at him indifferently, shortening his lifespan by a fraction.

For those who are frivolous, they can directly reserve a private seat in the Underworld.

Nimmel and Pusia were also at the manor, but they did not show up; a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hanging at the entrance.

“I knew it. That farmer who mingled with the believers and was so humble was the angel Somi.” Ye Lin pushed open the door and entered. There was another person there with squinty eyes, dressed casually, with long golden hair cascading down like a waterfall, and a face that was unrealistically beautiful.

Remy nodded in deep agreement and replied, "Some of Somi's words are incorrect."

The goddess standing outside, face to face with the believers, was indeed her alternate identity, Somi; neither Yuena nor the others recognized her.

The main reason I use a secondary account to wander around outside is to find some peace and quiet.

His followers always have a hundred questions to ask God for answers, and seem to be in a state of perpetual confusion. Remy is also helpless, as he doesn't have the energy to answer them all.

I might as well create a fake account to wander around outside and find something else to do.

The lady in the black dress is doing alright; her church and number of believers are dwindling, with only a few left in Huttonmar besides Mavis, which saves her trouble.

Pushia and Nimmel didn't even have a church that symbolized them.

Then Remi calmly and naturally, as if it were her birthright, said in a composed tone, "I am the goddess of divine radiance and perfection, I am like gold without any flaws."

Ye Lin clapped and nodded lightly. That's right, such a confident and arrogant personality is what makes someone with squinty eyes.

Humility is a noble quality, but perfect people don't need to be humble.

Remy's beautiful eyes gradually curved into a smile, her mood clearly quite good, and she said:

"I'd like to hear your reasons for favoring my ascension to the Creator rank."

Is this goddess prettier, has a better figure, or is more beautiful and gentle? Say whatever you want, this noblewoman in a black dress is listening.

Remy now looks exactly like a giant version of Naya.

Ye Lin hesitated for a moment, then, with Remy's encouraging gaze, confessed, "I've only ever done 'serene' things with you."

The black-dressed noblewoman standing to the side had her eyes closed, her face with cold, aloof features, and a slight upturn at the corners of her lips.

However, the squinty-eyed man showed no anger whatsoever, glanced at him sideways, and asked in return:
"So, all those hundred-plus layers of unspoken understanding in the family group chat were actually torn apart by our own fingers?"

Ye Lin knew that his words were not very well thought out, and he was still annoyed by Remy's unconventional thinking.

Regarding who will advance on the path of reincarnation, the squinty-eyed man said:
"Actually, we originally thought that if you could merge the second path of personhood, we would simply hand it over to you and let us also witness an even greater miracle."

It has now been determined that the Path of Chaos has certain advantages over other paths of personality in terms of integrating a second path, but it still cannot overcome the final resistance and bottom line.

“If I choose to give up, they will feel that this is a path of dignity that has been ceded to me, and their hearts will be stirred with a little emotion.”

The lady in the black dress and her mother-in-law, Nimmel, shared similar thoughts.

Having seen and learned about it, one is satisfied with the basics.

But now Night Forest needs a new Creator, and they must make a decision among themselves.

"So, we finally decided to use the ancient method of drawing lots, and asked someone who did not know us at all, did not believe in us, and had little causal relationship with us to draw lots."

The ownership of the path of reincarnation was not publicized; only a few people in a small circle knew about it and joined in the fun.

The person chosen to draw lots was Shu Mo. The little girl looked completely bewildered and knew nothing about it.

"Will the people who weren't selected be sad?" Xiao Shumo asked worriedly.

One gentle word won the favor of three goddesses.

"Wait a minute." The squinty-eyed man suddenly stared at Xia Te, looking into her eyes, and then revealed a guessing expression.

He then said, "You all take a look; I didn't intend to use her to cheat."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Lin's body trembled slightly, and he stared intently at Xia Te. (End of Chapter)