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Chapter 683 The Ancient Greek God Who Controlled Multi-Level Marketing (Seeking Votes)
Two hours later.

The young man in the cave opened his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him with excitement:
"Sir, is that heaven?"

Just now, his soul was led by a mysterious force into a wonderful kingdom.

There, crystal-clear rivers flow with nectar sweeter than honey and richer than milk; their banks are adorned with ever-blooming exotic flowers and fruits, and the air is filled with the fragrance of musk and ambergris. People wear magnificent silk robes woven with gold thread and reside in palaces built of jade, their domes inlaid with dazzling gems that refract the rainbow of colors. Beneath the shady, sun-drenched trees of forget-me-nots, divine creations known as "angels" play heavenly melodies, and a gentle breeze carries the unique peace and joy of paradise.

There, there is neither scorching heat nor bitter cold, neither sickness nor sorrow, only eternal peace and divine blessings. The highest paradise is near the throne of the gods, and the springs of life flowing everywhere allow those who enjoy it to attain ultimate fulfillment and reach the bliss of body and soul.

Lorne nodded and smiled:

“I usually call it the ‘Paradise of the Gods’ – Eden.”

"How do I get there?"

The young man asked impatiently, his eyes filled with longing.

In this era of warring gods and powerful nations, life is too bitter, and humanity is too bitter.

They have too little equality and too little joy.

Hunger, thirst, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, and all sorts of suffering are like nooses around everyone's neck, accompanying them until they enter death.

Therefore, every child is born crying, and no one comes out smiling.

Therefore, he desperately wanted to break free from this arduous journey of life.

“You are a righteous man, and if you wish, I can send you in right now.” Lorne’s gaze was deep. “But, only you.”

The young man's face first lit up with ecstasy, but he quickly fell into a struggle.

Finally, after a long period of thought, he shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm afraid I don't have that honor."

"Why?" Lorne asked, somewhat curious.

The young man smiled bitterly and said, "Because I have an elderly grandfather at home who needs my care, and there are also people on the island who are starving and need my help. What will happen to them if I leave?"

He was born into the Hashim family of the Quraysh tribe in Mecca, Arabian Peninsula. His ancestors had once held power over the Kaaba rituals in Mecca and convened tribal councils of the Quraysh, enjoying considerable influence. However, everything changed as the Persian Empire extended its military reach into the Arabian Peninsula.

The island's native inhabitants were no match for the Persian army and all became servants of the Persians, thus bearing a heavy burden of taxes and labor.

Although the Arabian Peninsula is vast, its land is barren, with most areas devoid of vegetation and oases being extremely scarce. Resources are extremely limited, making it unable to support a large population or provide sufficient produce. Therefore, people were forced to leave their homes to seek new living spaces or engage in trade to acquire the necessities they needed.

From that time on, his family gradually joined the ranks of merchants in order to survive.

But when traveling, one must not only endure the exploitation and bullying of the Persians, but also be wary of all sorts of terrifying monsters and natural disasters, so this journey is destined to be full of hardship and danger.

As a result, his father, Abdullah, died while on a business trip before he was born, and his mother died when he was 6 years old. His grandfather raised him with the help of his clan.

If only I go to heaven while my grandfather and relatives suffer outside, what is the meaning of this blessing?

The young man was silent for a moment, then asked somewhat unwillingly,
"Isn't there any way for all my people to live this kind of life?"

"As I told you, what belongs to the king belongs to the king, and what belongs to the tax collector belongs to the tax collector. Likewise, what belongs to the gods belongs to the gods, and what belongs to mankind belongs to mankind. This is the rule."

"So it really didn't work?" The young man was quite disappointed.

Lorne shook his head and said:

"What I mean is, instead of blindly seeking God's mercy, why not rely on our own strength to create an 'earthly paradise' that belongs to the Arabs?"

The young man was startled, and his previously dim eyes instantly lit up, even shining with an unprecedented light.

He seemed to have found the path he wanted to take.

but……

"The Empire probably won't allow us to become independent. Besides, the people on the island wouldn't dare to rebel easily."

"why?"

"Because we are not united."

The young man, with a bitter expression, recounted the current situation of Arabs and the problems they face.

The Arabian Peninsula has an arid climate, sparse inland vegetation, and scarce resources, so nomadic life became the main way of life for the indigenous people. Therefore, the Arab way of life has remained largely unchanged since the time of Abraham.

During this period, Arabs typically formed clans and tribes based on blood ties. Each tribe was independent, governed by a tribal leader known as a Sa'id or Sheikh. They wore loose robes and turbans, subsisting on dates and sheep or camel milk. Most lived a simple life, moving with their livestock, hunting, and trading.

Before the Persians arrived, they were able to barely maintain their self-sufficiency.

However, after the Persians arrived, the extremely harsh living conditions and heavy taxes often left the Arabs starving, leading to rampant raiding activities within the peninsula.

Frequent raids between tribes led to endless vicious feuds, resulting in antagonism and hostility between them. This, in turn, restricted interaction among Arabs, leaving the Arabs of the Arabian Peninsula scattered and unable to unite.

Incidentally, the Arabian Peninsula in its early days, like other civilizations, belonged to a polytheistic belief system.

Nature gods, ancestral gods, functional deities, and tribal guardian gods coexisted. The worship systems of different tribes varied greatly. Coupled with mutual raiding and vendettas, they fought each other to the point of exhaustion, with no possibility of normal reconciliation.

This is precisely why the young man previously believed that those Arab indigenous gods were unreliable.

After understanding the situation, Lorne gave his opinion:
"Therefore, you need a rallying banner to unite all Arabs and get them to fight for a common ideal."

"Please teach me how to do it!"

The young man bowed and asked, his eyes filled with a longing that was even stronger than before.

Lorne waved his hand slightly, opening the magic circle diagram, from which two clay tablets inscribed with Hebrew script emerged:

"Perhaps it can give you the answer..."

~~
The long night fades, and dawn arrives.

The young man shook his sore and numb wrist, looked at the parchment covered in writing on his lap, and a satisfied smile appeared on his tired face:

(1) They worship only the one God and are not allowed to create other gods to accompany him.

(2) You must be filial to your parents and not disobey or mistreat them.

(3) It is forbidden to drown infants out of fear of poverty.

(4) Do not approach any scandalous or obscene matters.

(5) It is forbidden to kill innocent people.

(6) It is forbidden to embezzle the property of orphans.

(7) The full weight must be given and no one shall be cheated or shortchanged.

(8) Speak impartially, even if it is detrimental to your own relatives.

(9) We must practice God’s covenant and not violate it.

(10) Follow God’s right path and avoid going astray.

These are the Ten Commandments, used to regulate the words and deeds of believers, to exhort them to obey the Lord and the Holy One, to treat all people as brothers regardless of wealth or status, and to respond to God's call to stop the fighting and killing between tribes and clans.

As long as this guiding principle is upheld, Arabs will surely be able to break free from mutual hatred and killing, truly unite together, realize their great aspirations, and build a happy and eternal paradise for all people on earth.

In reality, these righteous people with such awareness share a common name in later generations.

That is, Muslims.

Its meaning is: a person who brings peace!

Lorne stepped forward, a look of satisfaction on his face:

"It seems you've already made some progress."

"I have grasped the teachings of the Ten Commandments, but I still have many questions about the divine scriptures, and I'm afraid I need to consult you."

The young man remained as humble as ever.

After a moment's thought, Lorne asked:
When will your caravan return?

"The goods were all sold yesterday. If all goes well, we should be able to return to the tribe within two or three days."

The young man answered truthfully, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes. Because they had been exploited so severely, many of their goods had been embezzled by the tax officials.

Now that the caravan had sold off its remaining goods, there was no need for it to stay in this foreign land any longer.

Lorne thought for a moment and said:
"How about this? I've been thinking of taking a trip to the heart of the Empire recently. If you don't mind, how about we travel together?"

The Canaanite prophet's identity is somewhat sensitive, and his frequent contact with this Arab youth on Mount Zion could very well attract the attention of certain beings.

Now that the first wedge has been laid, it's time to retire gracefully.

Upon hearing this news, the young man nodded eagerly, his face beaming with joy.
"I can't ask for it!"

~~
The following morning, a caravan left Jerusalem and officially began its journey home.

However, compared to when they arrived, their group now included a foreign couple.

This is, of course, Lorne and Pandora, who have secretly infiltrated the group while concealing their identities.

At dinner time, the young man personally served food to the two travelers who were accompanying him:

"Today's meal consists of only coarse rice and boiled vegetables. We apologize for the poor hospitality."

"As long as there's food, I'm fine with it. I'm not picky."

Lorne was very easygoing and finished his meal in no time.

Then, he looked up at the young man whose face was filled with eagerness and longing, and smiled:
"If you have any questions about the [Divine Codex], please feel free to ask."

The young man hurriedly took out the copied words and classic texts and humbly sought guidance from Lorne.

Lorne patiently provided answers and supplements based on the current situation in the Arabian Peninsula.

Pandora, being sensible, withdrew from the tent and set up a magical barrier to prevent outsiders from spying on them.

The conversation didn't officially end until dawn.

The young man shook his aching wrist, looking at the parchment covered in writing in his hand, feeling extremely satisfied:
"In their daily conduct, believers should punish evil and promote good, provide relief to the poor, treat orphans kindly and preferentially, and free slaves."

In terms of the marriage and family system, the principle of voluntary choice should be followed by both men and women. Marriage between blood relatives and close relatives is prohibited. The right of men to divorce their wives is restricted. Widows are allowed to remarry after the mourning period has expired.

In terms of property inheritance, not only men have the right to inherit, but women should also enjoy the right to inherit property.

In commercial activities, regulations should prohibit interest, oppose usury, and adhere to relevant commercial transaction standards and ethical norms.

In criminal law, the judiciary should be clearly defined, impartiality should be upheld, and the teachings of God must not be disobeyed…

This is the "ordinance" belonging to the Arabs, and also God's teachings and mercy to the world.

Just by reading through these insights and summaries, the young man felt a surge of exhilarating power.

Throughout the rest of the journey, the young man would come to ask for advice whenever he had time.

The issue is no longer limited to God, but encompasses all aspects related to humanity.

For example, the development of national politics, economy and military affairs, legal provisions related to civil, criminal, commercial and military matters, and even extended to fields related to planting and medicine.

Lorne was completely forthcoming with his knowledge of the matter.

Finally, on the eve of the caravan's departure into the Arabian Peninsula, Lorne formally bid farewell, proposing to part ways with the caravan.

"Why don't you come with us to the tribe for a visit?" the young man said, somewhat surprised.

"I have other things to do and I'm afraid I won't have time to visit," Lorne said, shaking his head in polite refusal.

The young man was somewhat disappointed. After a moment of silence, he asked a question that had been weighing on his mind for a long time:
"Do you think God will truly have mercy on humanity?"

"If God no longer loves people, then what use is God to you?"

Upon hearing this, the young man was speechless.

He then raised his eyes, looking at the voice before him with a mixture of trepidation and longing:
"Then, can I truly bring salvation to my people?"

Lorne didn't speak, but pointed a finger at the young man's brow.

The river of fate surges and churns, its turbulent waves reflecting in each other's minds images that are both real and illusory:
Tens of thousands of people in white robes put aside their hatred, became as close as family, and fought together for their own fairness, rights, and justice.

Riding on warhorses and wielding scimitars, they charged out of the Arabian Peninsula, dragging the long-decayed oppressors into a hell of destruction, building new glory from the ruins, and spreading God's grace forever.

After a moment of disorientation, the young man opened his eyes and respectfully took his leave of the person before him:

"I must go now, sir."

"Where?"

"Like you, I will walk the path I should walk and follow the way I should follow!"

The young man's answer was firm and resolute, and there was no longer a trace of self-doubt or hesitation on his face.

Lorne nodded readily, took out a golden rune ring, and gave it to the young man before him:

"Then take this with you, you'll need it."

The young man respectfully accepted the gift and watched the two mount their camels, disappearing into the distance amidst the swirling sandstorm.

~~
On the way, Pandora couldn't help but ask:
"My lord, are you not planning to take action yourself?"

"That's his practice, and it's his choice. I don't need to interfere."

"But what can a mere mortal do in a war of gods? Can he possibly turn the Persian Empire upside down?"

"Maybe?"

Lorne smiled mysteriously, his gaze transcending time and space, as if he could see a future etched into destiny.

Unable to fathom her boss's wildly imaginative thoughts, Pandora could only shake her head and ask:
"Sir, what should we do next?"

"The second wedge is complete; it's time to prepare the third wedge."

As Lorne was speaking, his gaze caught sight of a figure on a distant sand dune, and a smile immediately spread across his face.

"Look, they've arrived."

At that moment, the figures on the sand dunes also spotted Lorne and his companion.

He immediately jumped onto his warhorse and rushed over to join them.

From a distance, he appeared to be a robust man with slightly dark skin and curly hair; his appearance did not seem to conform to the characteristics of the five great civilizations of Europe.

Pandora was somewhat confused:
"Is he your third wedge?"

"No, this is just a guide I hired."

Lorne smiled and shook his head, then rode his camel to meet them.

Upon meeting, the man immediately dismounted and knelt respectfully.
“I have been waiting for you for many days on the orders of Lord Alexander.”

“Boros, right?” Lorne nodded and said, “I remember you were an Indian before you joined Alexander’s forces? I’m planning to go there soon, would you mind showing me the way?”

"It is my pleasure, Your Majesty!"

Boros responded respectfully, with an extremely humble attitude.

Before carrying out this secret mission, he learned the identity of the client from his benefactor Alexander, so he naturally dared not be negligent or disrespectful in the slightest.

“Don’t be nervous, just think of it as a trip,” Lorne paused, then asked with a smile, “By the way, Boros must be your Hellenized name, right? What was your name in India before?”

“Chandragupta,” Poros answered succinctly.

Lorne's eyelids twitched, and a strange light flickered in his eyes:
"You don't actually keep peacocks at home, do you?"

Upon hearing this, Boros felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar; his face turned deathly pale, and he knelt on the ground in utter fear and trembling.

"Your Majesty, I did not mean to impersonate a Kshatriya. Please forgive me!"

(End of this chapter)