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Chapter 412. Barrier or Curtain (1)

Television's infiltration of faith is both swift and subtle, quietly seeping into every corner of daily life.

Initially, only a few complaints appeared sporadically on various forums, mostly expressing dissatisfaction with the current society and using "rumors" to depict the appearance of a faith-based society—where infrastructure is more complete, welfare is more generous, and most attractively, it offers a second possibility for the gifted from the underprivileged—

An opportunity to transcend social classes and reach the top.

In a society dominated by talent, many people with weak awakening abilities or who seem useless can only endure suppression and indifference.

However, in religious societies, they can gain power far exceeding their own talents by worshipping gods, and even become powerful beings capable of splitting mountains and seas, standing in positions that were once only attainable by looking up to others.

This alluring imagination, amplified and amplified by the television station's media outlets, finally ignited a massive following of talented individuals at the grassroots level.

The forum-related topics quickly rose to the top of trending headlines, with countless people immersed in excitement and anticipation for the new era, hoping that change would bring them a chance to turn their lives around.

Just as this craze reached its peak, the television station timely broadcast more "benevolent acts" about believing in social deities, many of which cited the realm of the God of Light as an example.

And so, a deity from beyond the barrier quietly entered the public eye.

Discussions about the God of Light on the forum are becoming increasingly heated, with more and more people posting to express their longing for a society based on faith, and even criticizing the barrier between the two worlds for hindering "the progress of history."

These posts, imbued with the emotions of the times, spread continuously and even gradually influenced the views of many upper-middle-class gifted individuals.

They didn't want to turn their lives around, since their living conditions were already quite good.

But people are inherently greedy, and these people's thoughts are—

If I were to merge with him, would I become the chosen one in the novel, gaining even greater power and rising to the top of the pyramid, or even a powerful giant like Jiang Jianxin, Liu Yiguan, or Yin Ju?

Amid a collective mix of anticipation and anxiety, discussions about faith-based societies continue to intensify.

More and more people are having the idea of ​​going to the other side of the barrier to see for themselves the world that is rumored to be full of divine grace.

If everything the news says comes true...

What if I am one of the lucky ones chosen by the times?

the other side.

The blazing sunlight poured down, and a red ocean flowed slowly through the desolate city. Dark waves surged silently, like a graveyard forgotten by time.

"The last war... took so many lives?"

Above the city, the Miracle Master floats silently.

Today she wore bright yellow overalls, paired with a mint green shirt and a light brown hexagonal hat, a dopamine-inspired bright color that stood out vividly against the desolate background.

Around her, halos of pale purple light rippled outwards; this was the effect of a miracle.

The miracle worker frowned slightly, but ultimately said nothing.

She simply sighed and held out her magic wand, saying:

"The boss said it's time for you to rest in peace."

The miracle worker pointed his wand at the red ocean and continued:
"This is a sin that cannot be cleansed, a land that can never be restored."

As if sensing something, the magic wand suddenly emitted a warm glow.

The miracle worker raised his wrist, and a dazzling white light flowed from the tip of his staff—

"Bloom, miracle!" "Let flowers and green grass grow again!"

"Let the sins and blood on this land—"

"Return to peace."

“Buzz——————————”

White light poured down like a galaxy, merging into the dark red sea.

At that moment, time seemed to be paused.

The surging waves calmed down, and then the dark red began to fade, like ink diluted with water, spreading out from the center into a clear patch. The turbid blood-red color settled and decomposed, turning into dark brown nutrients that sank into the unseen soil.

First, there was a touch of green.

Where once there were cracks in the street and collapsed window sills, a tender sprout pushed through the rubble, trembling as it unfurled its two pale yellow cotyledons.

Then came the second, the third... The scattered greenery spread at an astonishing speed, as if an invisible paintbrush was bringing life to the dark red canvas.

Grass blades emerged from the congealed waves of blood, supple and straight, glistening with dewdrops. Vines climbed the broken walls and ruins, covering the charred bullet holes.

Wildflowers began to bloom, white, purple, and yellow, small yet tenacious, swaying gently in the wind and releasing a faint fragrance carrying the earthy scent of soil.

"Wow--"

The ruins have not disappeared, but have been gently embraced by new greenery.

Twisted steel bars became supports for vines, and wild chrysanthemums bloomed on the broken windowsill.

A black crow flew in from the sky, tentatively landing on a newly sprouted branch, emitting a rough, hoarse cry.

The miracle worker landed slowly, his toes lightly touching the knee-high grass covered with small white flowers.

She put away her magic wand and looked around.

As the wind blows, the grass sways and the flowers ripple, bringing a fresh and vibrant atmosphere.

That suffocating, blood-red ocean has transformed into fertile soil nourishing this sudden burst of life. The sunlight, no longer harsh, has become warm and bright, illuminating this land that has risen from the ashes.

Sins cannot be erased; history remains buried deep in the soil.

But life has found a new answer by weaving through the cracks in the wounds.

She took off her hat, pressed it to her chest, and bowed silently to this land where old and new intertwined. Then, she casually brushed aside a few wildflowers blooming on the grass, her eyes smiling as she said:
"Little one, thank the miracle."

No one answered in the deserted city.

The miracle worker hummed a little tune as he walked around, and suddenly with a wave of his magic wand, he miraculously disappeared.

Only the warm sunshine shines on this revitalized land.

No one noticed the sudden change here.

Beyond the void, the silent tentacles of truth are the answer.

(End of this chapter)