What's wrong with me, a mage, loving to farm?

Chapter 346. Pray to Eden!

To a god, swallowing an apple composed of symphony and resentment is tantamount to swallowing a terrifyingly radioactive warhead, one that explodes instantly.

Kroa could see the radiant humanoid figure trembling violently, its surface radiating golden and black specks of holy light, resembling a silkworm cocoon.

"It's really ugly."

"If I were to expose your ugly side right now, would you still exist as the most powerful deity in the human world?"

He made no attempt to hide his disgust; the thing was just too ugly and seriously challenged his aesthetic sense.

The other party reacted quickly.

Without the seal of the Ring of Radiance, His wisdom was rapidly recovering, and countless beams of holy light stared intently at Kroa like countless eyeballs.

He sensed that there was something He needed in Chloe.

That is the true poem that belongs to the sun.

So much so that He ignored the fact that He was being destroyed by the symphony and resentment, and all that remained in His eyes was the radiant sun.

"Master..."

The Father of Light spoke in a gentle and inclusive tone: "Everything you want, everything you ask for, I can give you, as long as you are willing to join my glory."

His words were like those of someone who had seen a naughty child, completely unconcerned about what the child had done, showing only tolerance and love, yet Chloe felt disgusted by them.

If it were a truly selfless and all-encompassing deity, that would be one thing, but this guy is clearly hypocritical, only wanting to get what he wants.

More importantly, this guy doesn't even recognize his own limitations. He's already doing his best to barely suppress the power of the symphony and resentment, yet he still wants to tolerate him?

"Who do you think you are to be so accommodating to me?"

He sneered, "I have a second gift for you. You should take care of these things first!"

The Father of Light's mental energy faltered for a moment, and he felt that he might not be feeling well.

After carefully studying the doctrines of the Church of Light, he discovered that the Church of Light had a very special way of making money, namely "indulgences".

This thing provides psychological comfort, emotional value, and even "economic value." More importantly, it makes believers feel that their sins have been atoned for. In the eyes of believers, a little mistake is not a problem at all for the Father of Light.

He is all-encompassing, even to evil.

Of course, this was originally the authority of the gods.

However, after studying them, Kroa discovered that the "desires" these indulgences might not be something that the gods could resolve. They had simply accumulated and suppressed this power.

The "sins" that need to be atoneed for are often created by desire, at least for most of them—only nobles and high-ranking church officials can afford so many indulgences.

Believers' appeals to God contain a vast amount of desires. Without something like an indulgence, this connection wouldn't be so strong, but with an indulgence, it's equivalent to having a direct connection.

This is equivalent to a kind of "equivalent exchange".

—That is, believers use money to have the gods satisfy their desires.

Therefore, all Kroya needs to do is gently stroke the strings.

It was accompanied by a crisp, vibrato-like sound.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a ring of orange vines appeared beside the radiant deity, their bodies raised high like snakes, their tongues flicking, staring straight at Him.

That was... a concerto of greed!

It was a hidden chapter that the ancient sun god created in order to create the Sun Furnace for his son and then created the demon race, which he then forcibly added to "The Rainbow Poem".

Nothing is more greedy and lustful than that of a god of faith. The orange serpent grew at an incredible speed, its enormous body coiling around the Father of Light as if it wanted to devour him whole.

"demon!"

"How dare you!"

The Father of Light can unleash boundless power at will. In His kingdom, He is the supreme being with infinite power, but every attack He makes is devoured by the orange serpent.

The snake will become even greater after consuming His power.

It's like... He's feeding the snakes.

It was only at this point that He finally realized He seemed to be facing a difficult predicament, which would cause great trouble if not resolved quickly.

So He drove away the snakes from the outside world and the symphony and resentment within His body, while giving commands to the angel of the harp.

"continue!"

"Continue playing the music!"

As a deity of this world, He is already highly bound to the world. As long as the world itself is still willing to accept Him, then everything is not a problem.

Only He knows how to play the dawn after dusk.

As long as the world does not want to fall into eternal twilight, it will surely protect Him!

The angel of the harp's complexion grew increasingly grim, but she had no choice but to obey the Father of Light's command. Her fingers began to flow with the blood of "God," which, along with the twilight melody, spilled down toward the prime plane.

Even... it's not just human kingdoms anymore; the light of dusk has begun to appear in other regions as well.

"!!!"

The gods, who were initially just watching the drama unfold, finally couldn't take it anymore.

You can run rampant in human lands, but how dare you wreak havoc on our territory? Such wanton display and assertion of your divine power is a provocation in the world of gods!

But they really had no way to stop it.

The deep twilight mist was already unstoppable when it began to drift out; once the music started, it could not be stopped unless another movement could take its place, until the very end.

Nevertheless, they were doing their best to exert their divine power, having their priests and priests sing hymns and perform ceremonies, sparing no effort in hoping to prolong the ordeal.

In an instant, the entire main plane was shimmering with divine power of different colors.

……

Kroa gazed at the mist and roughly understood His thoughts.

Now, neither the symphony, the apple of resentment, nor the serpent of desire can quickly devour the Father of Light, so the prelude to twilight can only continue unless the angel of the harp is killed.

The Angel of Kochen has a very high status. Although he doesn't have much power, he is highly bound to the world. Killing him would probably be more difficult than killing the Father of Light.

His killer move was indeed effective, but it couldn't solve the problem in a short time.

The light of the Ring of Radiance flickered softly behind his head: "This is no longer just your own problem. When twilight falls, no god can escape it."

Miya's voice was tinged with laughter: "Now I can protect your people together with the Void God. We can watch those gods deal with this mess; it will be very interesting."

That is indeed one way, but since this whole thing was started by Kroya, he really can't bring himself to hide now.

After thinking for a moment, he turned his gaze to another divine realm.

"The Earth Mother is not innocent either."

"I think... He should bear this twilight."

"Teacher, would that being imprisoned deep within the earth be willing?"

Upon hearing this, Miya's Ring of Radiance shone even brighter: "He will definitely agree. The world consciousness will be satisfied with His sacrifice and allow Him to compete for the divine position of the earth."

"But the problem is that the seal on the earth is so strong that even I am powerless to break it. How can you make His consciousness connect with the world?"

Kroya had already lowered his head and spread his hands.

He gazed directly at the iridescent dreamscape in his palm and said softly, "Nothing could be better than this. It needs an external force to transform it, and this is the perfect opportunity."

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As if sensing his consciousness, Eden gently shimmered. This paradise, born from Kroa's dream, encompassed all that was beautiful, remaining so even in the deep twilight.

It already knows what its creator needs it to do.

"Go."

Kroya said, "With the power I have engraved deep within you, help this land to harmonize."

He no longer needs to keep a low profile. Since he's already done it, he might as well make those gods and legends feel fear.

And then the light of Eden burst forth.

It spread from the mage tower of Kroya in the north, and iridescent meadows covered the land until all the lands touched by the light of Kroya were touched.

In the colorful and magnificent dream, now and in the past, all the creatures from the earth that have lingered within it sing the "Melody of Restraining Reverie" as it spreads.

A harmonious and precise musical movement resounded through the sky.

Among them, the most hardworking were some thick-soiled sweet potatoes that shone with an earthy yellow luster.

It even actively embraced the setting sun, absorbing it with its leaves and fruits, hoping to repair the damage to the earth and end this long twilight.

This chapter, which originally belonged to the earth, was performed by life that deeply loved the earth, which was equivalent to making a direct plea to the earth itself. Whether it was the god imprisoned deep in the earth or the high and mighty Mother Earth, both received this plea.

The earth bears all things; this is not just a saying.

Eden, still shimmering with magnificent colors in the twilight, dazzled the eyes of all the gods and legends, especially the gods, for such a "kingdom" containing all that was good was exactly what they had always dreamed of.

Even the world itself is drawn to this beautiful country.

Even it has begun to play its tuning melody, yet Mother Earth remains inactive?

So even if Mother Earth was unwilling, she could only descend from her kingdom with countless earth elements and glittering gems, prostrating herself on the land bathed in twilight, accepting this deepest despair.

The god, who was deeply bound to the earth, took this opportunity to quickly unleash his power, and soon the earth was covered with rampant virgin thorns.

Together with the glittering gems representing the "Earth Mother" and the waves of ripe wheat, they stretch across the land, undisturbed yet perfectly harmonious.

"Original Mother Goddess Faith?"

"It's said that the Earth Mother Goddess has three faces in one body, so that's why..."

"How can He still exist?"

Thanks to the efforts of Eden and the Earth Mother Goddess, the gods, finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, couldn't help but start discussing it again. It was the first time they had ever learned that the Earth Mother Goddess's three aspects actually possessed complete divine power and authority.

Clearly, what is emerging from the depths of the earth represents the belief in the primordial mother goddess—it is worth mentioning that the belief in the primordial mother goddess has indeed been squeezed out of shape. If it weren't for the fact that it is the foundation of the earth's faith, it would probably have been eradicated long ago.

Kroya was also surprised. He asked doubtfully, "Can such a unified belief give rise to gods with completely different beliefs? The three beliefs of the Earth Mother Goddess are quite different."

He originally thought it was just three ideas of one god, but he didn't expect that different gods would appear directly, which is really strange.

Miya replied, "The primordial earth gave birth to primordial beliefs, but as time changes, pure beliefs become tainted with different desires, resulting in this outcome."

"Now that humans have highly developed the land, they no longer need those primitive thorns to hinder development. What they need is a bountiful harvest and the punishments they can impose on the land."

He sighed softly: "Actually, He was also pitiful. He was the one who first laid the foundation for the faith of the Church of the Earth Mother Goddess, but He was gradually eliminated in the changing times, and was finally separated when the Ark crashed, and forcibly imprisoned deep in the earth."

It does sound pitiful, but that's how times change and history unfolds. Let alone ordinary people, even a deity would feel like he was being crushed by a mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

Cloa, who had read a lot of history, didn't say anything about it, nor was it something he could say; it was an inevitable historical event.

Unless one remains stuck at a certain stage and refrains from progress, even a god will one day be abandoned.

"What will happen next?" Kroa observed his Eden and could clearly see a massive force attempting to guide it to cover everything in the prime plane.

He knew it was the power of the prime plane. This guy seemed to be using his power as a lifeline, wanting Eden to replace the original earth and bear the pressure brought by twilight.

"I don't think it's very smart."

"...Actually, he's just not very smart."

"The consciousness of worlds and planes cannot be too intelligent; this is a law, and the Primordial Poem is one of the methods to limit them."

Kroa glanced back with slight surprise. The Ring of Radiance was still quietly shimmering, seemingly unaware, or perhaps unconcerned, of the terrifying things she had said.

So this is the function of the poem of the origin?

If that's the case, could we take this opportunity to completely complete the magical wonder of Eden?

He narrowed his eyes, thinking this was a great opportunity.

Eden's evolution is just a hair's breadth away, and that hair's breadth is an insurmountable chasm. It needs more "samples" to maintain its balance between fantasy and reality.

and so……

Without hesitation, Kroa communicated with the world consciousness through Eden:

"I need all life to pray for me!"

"Pray to Eden!"

(End of this chapter)