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Chapter 462. Long ago (2)

That was a long time ago.

At that time, there were still many humans in the world, and they were not yet known as "divine beings".

The barrier separating this world from the outside world remains strong, and the gods cannot truly extend their "hands" into it.

But it was precisely because of the establishment of this "impossible" theory that the god of miracles was able to pass through the barrier silently.

When He first came into the world, He was driven by pure curiosity.

At that time, He was still a young god, full of clumsy and fresh curiosity about the bustling order and sparkling civilization of mankind.

That six-pointed star, flowing with starlight, drifted quietly in the human world.

Because of its gentle nature and unwillingness to disturb the normal lives of humans, it has always remained hidden, like a transparent breeze.

Until one night, He hung beside the mountains and saw the lights of thousands of homes in the distant city gradually lighting up, the warm light spreading out a hazy world.

A strange, tender impulse stirred within God's consciousness—He wanted to step into that light.

Once the thought arose, God arbitrarily sculpted a human body for himself.

He was a black-haired boy with a pale gold six-pointed star mark embedded in his forehead and misty purple eyes.

When He first took human form, He had not yet learned to control those subtle muscles and expressions.

When I looked down into the stream, the face reflected in it was exquisite yet cold, as if covered by a thin layer of starlight, aloof and untouched by human warmth.

The God of Miracles raised his hand, tugged at his soft, warm cheek, and tried to smile.

But the Star Race are not human after all, and their smiles just couldn't look natural.

After trying a few times, He loosened his fingers, letting his face return to a calm indifference.

Forget it, so be it.

He straightened up, stepped on the wet pebbles by the stream, and walked step by step toward the distant lights.

The newborn legs were not yet used to taking steps alternately, and their steps were stiff and unsteady, treading on the dust with uneven steps.

Fortunately, He was in the body of a child, so His walking posture did not look strange; He just looked like a child who had just learned to walk.

By the time they finally arrived at the city gate, it was nearly dusk.

He minimized his presence, curled up on a smooth stone block, and silently watched the endless stream of people.

People talked, laughed, and shouted, their voices blending into a warm, noisy cacophony.

A mother holds her child's hand, merchants unload their heavy loads, and travelers walk by, weary from their journey.

Everything was brimming with vibrant life, completely different from the dark and desolate outer realms.

The god of miracles, newly arrived in the human world, sat motionless on the stone at the city gate for two days.

Those misty purple eyes quietly reflected the changing of dawn and dusk, the comings and goings of people, like a star that had fallen into a river.

On the evening of the third day, a girl unexpectedly entered His field of vision.

She wore a simple and solemn black and white robe, the hem of which swayed slightly with her steps, and a string of hand-polished peach wood beads hung around her neck.

She was originally facing the city gate, looking up and talking to the guards.

Before he could finish speaking, he seemed to suddenly sense something unusual, abruptly stopped talking, and turned around.

The next moment, she took a few steps to the stone pier, squatted down without hesitation, and looked directly at Him who was sitting curled up.

She casually rested her hands on her knees, tilted her head back slightly, and leaned closer, her eyes reflecting the twilight light. Her eyes crinkled with a smile, as if she had discovered some rare secret.

"May I ask which deity's servant you are? You've been squatting here watching for two days now, and you still don't get tired of it, and you don't even go back to the temple..."

"Hey, I'm just wondering, is a city gate really that interesting? You've been looking at it for so long?"

This is a world being eroded, but the gods cannot yet directly reach the human world. Therefore, the temples are dedicated to the minor servants of the gods and the spirits of the human world. The human girl in front of him clearly sees herself as a spirit as well.

The god of miracles blinked slowly.

He is one of the two powerful gods of the Death Order, a reigning true god directly subordinate to the God of Death and Silence, and certainly not someone a little monster can mess with.

However, the God of Miracles, being gentle by nature, did not concern himself with the form of address. He merely slightly adjusted the vocal cords of this human body, causing a gentle vibration in the throat to produce two hesitant and low syllables:

"nice."

He paused, then added, as if confirming some unfamiliar feeling:

"lively."

His tone was flat, but because of the clumsiness of someone learning to speak, it revealed a strange earnestness.

The girl looked surprised and asked in confusion:

"Aren't there many servants of other gods in the temple? Why do I feel lonely?"

The god of miracles remained silent.

It was not in the temple.

There aren't many gods in the Death Order. Currently, the position of the God of Death Silence is vacant, with no one sitting there. His subordinates "Reincarnation" and "Miracle" are rotating gods and cannot appear at the same time.

This time it was "Miracle's" turn to be on duty, and he spent a long time alone in the dead zone.

That pitch-black space was only illuminated by its faint purple light.

How could I not feel lonely?

Seeing that He remained silent, the girl's gaze involuntarily shifted to the faintly glowing purple six-pointed star on His forehead.

Although only spirits and monsters can appear in the human world, the one before me... has a profound aura and a silent demeanor. He doesn't seem like an ordinary monster at all, but rather like a leader who rules over a region in the spirit mountain.

She patted her clothes and stood up, her eyes crinkling with a smile again.

"How about this then—"

She reached out her hand to Him, palm up, her gesture both graceful and playful, like coaxing a child:

"Little monster, if you really don't want to go back to the temple, then come back to the mansion with me. I'll show you around the human world, how about it?"

She smoothed the wide sleeves of her robe and pointed to the ground.

At some point, a very faint purple halo appeared around the stone pier.

"Anyway, don't stay in one place for too long. Look, you've ruined the feng shui here..."

As she spoke, she calculated with her fingers, intending to say, "The feng shui has deteriorated"—after all, if spirits are away from temples for too long, the divine aura they carry will dissipate, and the demonic aura belonging to the spirits themselves will spread out, often disturbing the peace of the earth's veins.

But when she flicked her fingers and channeled spiritual energy, the result surprised her.

The feng shui not only didn't get worse, but it actually became... more serene and peaceful?
The girl raised her eyes and gave him a strange look:
"I didn't realize you were a servant of a powerful god of fortune. You're quite blessed."

The god of miracles staggered to his feet from the stone pier.

My legs still don't quite obey me, and my movements are a bit clumsy.

He paused to regain his balance, then slowly looked at her, his tone more even than before:
"Let's go..."

He paused, then asked:
"By the way... what's your name?"

"My name is Tang Wan, and I am the Grand Preceptor of Da Ning—the strongest Grand Preceptor in history!"

The girl in the black and white robe smiled brightly, and the string of peach wood beads around her neck gently clinked together with her movements, making a crisp rustling sound.

"I have a carriage; let me take you to my Imperial Preceptor's residence first."

(End of this chapter)