Humans are devouring and selling off the heavens

Klein arrived at the cheap coffee shop in the East District as agreed.

Old Kohler, still wearing his old thick jacket, sat in the corner, drinking tea that was barely tasting of tea while eating a black bread.

Klein came to the opposite side of him, took out the 15 Suler funds that he had prepared in advance, and pushed them to him.

Old Kohler stared at them for a long while before reaching out his right hand and taking them with trembling hands.

He examined it repeatedly, wiped his eyes, and forced a smile, saying:

"At the docks, we hauled heavy cargo and did arduous cleaning in the cold, dirty water, earning only about 1 sol a day..."

Klein listened in silence.

He paused for a few seconds before saying:

"What have you heard about lately? What have you noticed?"

Old Kohler put away the funds, took another sip of tea, pinched the corner of his eye, and said:

"I met a lot of dockworkers and reconnected with friends I knew from my days as a homeless person. Some of them went to work in factories, while others continued to wander between workhouses and park corners, just like I used to..."

"Recently, a claim has come from somewhere that since we believe in one of the seven gods, why don't we pray directly to the Creator who is the source? It is said that He is in everyone's body and in all things, and has not truly passed away."

"Praying to Him will bring us salvation, not only allowing us to enter His Kingdom after death, but also giving us a better life in this life. For example, we won't need to work so hard, and we can have butter and sizzling meat every day..."

This… the Aurora Society’s variant of the Creator theory? After what happened with Lanius, they started paying attention to the East District, the dock area, and the poor in the East District, hoping to use them to achieve certain goals? I wonder if the three major churches have noticed this phenomenon… they probably have… Klein listened quietly.

No, he suddenly stopped using his knife and fork.

Klein noticed the key point in old Kohler's words.

The original Creator lives within each person, in all things... and has not truly perished?

Klein seemed to have grasped a crucial point, approaching some kind of truth, and his thoughts were trembling violently.

He recalled the myths about a creator who created the world.

"His lungs became elves; His heart became giants; His liver became treants; His head became dragons; His kidneys became feathered serpents; His hair became phoenixes; His ears became demon wolves; His mouth and teeth became monsters; His remaining bodily fluids became sea monsters, the essence of which became Nagas; His stomach, His small and large intestines, and the evil parts of His body became demons, evil spirits, and all sorts of unknown evil beings; His spirit became the eternal sun, the lord of storms, the god of knowledge and wisdom..."

"Human beings were born from His wisdom, and this was the First Age, the Age of Chaos."

Klein was stunned as he pondered this.

At first, he just thought the myth was a bit funny, like queuing up to eat fruit.

But after experiencing yesterday and feeling that indomitable will, and now hearing what old Kohler said and thinking about this myth, I've become uncertain about its truth.

"Is the myth of the Creator... true?" Klein's thoughts suddenly trembled.

He felt puzzled from the very beginning of this myth.

Why do different churches have their own deities, yet use the same mythology, without any attempt to belittle or denigrate other deities...?

Klein's mind raced with intense thought. He now knew that the various gods might have ascended through divine means, rather than being created by a creator...

"But why do all the true gods... insist on aligning their image in mythology with that of the Creator?"

His pupils dilated as he pondered various key points, feeling as if he had touched upon some kind of truth.

"If the Creator truly exists, why did He perish? And the Creator worshipped by Silver City is clearly not the Creator of mythology. What is His relationship with the true Creator?"

"The Creator created all things, so is the divine part of His creation? Are extraordinary characteristics also part of His creation?"

"And since He exists within all things, and all things are a part of Him... if this is true, then the will within His extraordinary nature is..."

Klein's mind trembled slightly as he focused intently on the will within the potion in his body.

That will that is immortal and eternal.

"...The Creator?" Klein murmured as if in a daze.

Is this the creator of the entire world?

If He is the Creator, how could He have such a crazy, out-of-control will?

What exactly is this world...?

Klein felt a chill run down his spine.

I can only hope that this is just my wild guess...

But then he looked at old Kohler, who hadn't noticed Klein's unusual behavior, and continued recounting his daily observations:

"By the way, Liv's youngest daughter has gone missing."

"Liv?" Klein confirmed that he had never heard of this name before.

Old Kohler then realized and said:

"It's that laundry worker you and the reporter met last time, the one who was arguing with someone. She's always been doing laundry at home with her two daughters, but yesterday, one of her daughters got lost on her way back from delivering clothes. The younger one, it's so pitiful. She's been a widow for many years, relying on her two daughters, and now..."

What a miserable world… Hearing this, Klein, who was already feeling bitter, remained silent for a few seconds, like a statue, before saying:

"Take me to see them. I'm a detective; perhaps I can help them find their people."

"...They don't have any money," old Kohler reminded him.

Klein picked up his hat and cane and said:

"I also do volunteer work occasionally."

…………

……

After half an hour.

Klein held a stack of crumpled papers in his hand.

This was the vocabulary book that he had obtained from the laundry worker, Daisy's daughter.

Sensing the aura emanating from the vocabulary book, and with Klein's current spiritual awareness, he quickly performed a divination.

Having determined the general direction, Klein's spirit flew out, carrying the Black Emperor card.

"Is it over there? Let me see."

As he finished speaking, dozens of gusts of cold wind suddenly rose up within a radius of several kilometers, dispersing the fog in Backlund and surging in one direction.

"It's so cold, where did the wind come from?"

"This wind is really strong."

Many residents gasped in surprise.

This wind is the result of Klein transforming his divine soul into various thoughts, which flew rapidly, almost becoming tangible, creating air currents and searching for Daisy's whereabouts.

If Klein hadn't restrained his thoughts, ordinary people would have their souls stolen if this cold wind had blown over their bodies, but at this moment, the wind only made the residents feel a little cold.

Looking at the scene before him, Klein suddenly had an idea.

"This is the true power that transcends the mundane world."

……

In a few breaths, a gust of wind swept through, and Klein's thoughts flew into a house with a vast lawn, a wide garden, a small fountain plaza, and marble statues.

This is our destination.

"Huh?" Klein exclaimed in surprise as soon as the thought entered his mind about the house.

"Interesting, there are actually several extraordinary individuals here, and some even have the aura of Sequence 5."