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In the first month after the miracle, the goblin world completely changed its style.

The imperial city was the first to change.

In the center of the palace square, a makeshift shrine appeared the day after the miracle disappeared.

It was built overnight by several old men using wooden planks and cloth, and inside the shrine was a rough clay sculpture.

A black robe, a blurred face, exactly like the phantom in the miracle.

Although it was very simple, it contained a devout heart.

On the first day, only a few dozen people came to pray.

They knelt before the shrine, hands clasped together, lips moving as they murmured the name "N'Zoth, the Supreme God".

Some people cried, some kowtowed, and some placed their most valuable possessions in front of the shrine.

The next day, the number of people who came increased several times.

Some people set up sheds next to the shrine, some started selling incense and offerings, and some took the initiative to maintain order.

Seeing that the incense offerings were gradually becoming more popular, some people couldn't sit still.

On the third day, a group of merchants approached the old men and said they were willing to pay for the construction of a real temple and the restoration of the statues, but the management rights would belong to them.

The elderly people hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

How can a simple clay sculpture represent the supreme deity?

A week later, the first "Supreme Temple" in the imperial city was completed.

It was built on the east side of the palace square, covering an area of ​​300 square meters. It had stone walls, a tin roof, and a blurry black-robed figure carved above the main entrance.

It may not be grand, but it is one of the representative buildings in the imperial city.

On the day the temple was completed, thousands of people gathered at the entrance.

An old goblin who claimed to be "divinely inspired" stood on the steps, loudly proclaiming the grace of the Most High God.

He said he dreamed of N'Zoth, who told him that as long as he had sincere faith, he would be protected from the cataclysmic disaster.

Some people believe it, some don't, and some are skeptical, but the temple has always been very popular.

At the same time, the Steel City also built its own temple.

Not one, but three!

Three different groups of goblins, three different temples, all worshipping the same god, but none of them submit to the others.

The first temple was built by a retired engineer named Cliff.

On the day the miracle occurred, he witnessed the missiles of the magic mech disappear in front of "God" and immediately knelt down and wept bitterly.

After returning home, he took out his life savings and built a temple that combined science and theology.

Besides the statues of gods, the temple also displays various scientific instruments and models.

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Cliff said that the supreme God is the engineer of the universe, and that technology and faith are not in conflict; both are ways of understanding God.

The second temple was built by a dark-skinned street thug named Neg, who had a few henchmen under his command.

Nege had little formal education, but he was eloquent, had a loud voice, and a great sense of rhythm.

He set up a shed in the slums of the steel city and shouted at the top of his lungs every day: Believe in the Most High God and you will have eternal life; those who do not believe will all go to hell!

Finally, these words were adapted into catchy and catchy recitations, which spread extremely quickly in the slums.

After that, that bewitching voice could be heard everywhere in the Steel City...

"Yo, yo, yo!"

"Listen to me, listen to my song, the supreme god N'Zoth descends from the heavens!"

"A black robe obscures the sky, blurring the face; eyes see right through your very being!"

"Missiles and lasers are useless; kneeling down and committing suicide is the best thing ever!"

"Don't believe in God? Look at the sky, a meteor could hit you on the head in five years!"

"Yo!"

"The factory closed, there was no work, we were starving and had to kneel down and shout!"

"Believe in N'Zoth and you will be protected; those who do not believe will have no way to survive!"

"You pray to the machine, but it doesn't make a sound; you pray to heaven and earth, but they don't respond!"

"Only the Supreme God, the True God, can save your life and protect your soul!"

"Yo, yo!"

"Old Wang next door has a religious statue, and yesterday he found a bag of grain!"

"Old Li's family across the street bought some holy water, and their child's fever completely subsided!"

"What are you waiting for? What are you still looking at?"

"If you don't believe me and don't do anything about it, you're finished when a meteor falls!"

"Yo!"

"Supreme God, N'Zoth, believe in Him and you will have eternal life!"

"Supreme God N'Zoth, those who do not believe will go to hell!"

"Shout after me, sing after me, and we'll go worship the idol tonight!"

"The earlier you believe, the more you receive; you'll secure your place in God's Kingdom!"

"Yo, yo, yo—!"

......

What he said was simple and direct, which the poor liked to listen to, and it was also very catchy and addictive, which led to him gathering a group of thousands of people in just a few days.

The third temple was built by a merchant named Victor.

He had a keen sense of smell and registered the trademark "Church of the Supreme God" on the third day after the miracle occurred.

The temple he built was the largest and most luxurious, with a three-meter-tall bronze statue standing at the entrance.

Victor claims to be God's chosen "human representative," and that only through prayer at his church can one receive God's protection.

Three temples, three "leaders," none of them willing to submit to the others.

Believers accused each other of being "hypocrites," arguing, pushing, and even fighting in the streets.

The sheriff of the steel city is having a major headache, dealing with more than a dozen religious disputes every day.

The situation in Gear Town is more complicated.

That place is the birthplace of goblin technology, with the most factories, the most workers, and the most non-believers.

On the day the miracle occurred, the workers in Gear Town were on strike.

When the news arrived, the strike committee split on the spot.

Half of the people believed this was a divine revelation and that they should follow the will of Heaven; the other half felt it was a conspiracy by the ruling class to divert attention from internal conflicts.

The two sides argued for three days and finally parted on bad terms.

The workers who believed in God formed the "Workers' Brotherhood of the Most High God" and built a small temple in the factory area, where they would pray every day after get off work.

Unbelievers continued their strike, marching in the streets with signs that read "Technology for Self-Help".

The two groups occasionally bumped into each other, glaring at each other, but neither of them made a move. After all, they were brothers from the same factory and would run into each other all the time.

The reaction in Forge City was the most extreme.

That place is the energy center of the goblin world, and its people are known for their fierce nature and short temper.

After the miracle, Forge City did not build a temple, but instead built a "Monument of Repentance".

A ten-meter-high black stone tablet is inscribed with the date of the miracle and the orbital data of the meteorite.

Every day, tens of thousands of people come to the monument to repent, crying for their past disbelief in God, their addiction to technology, and their children who are still young and have to face the end of the world.

After they finished their repentance, they went home and continued to operate the boiler, mine coal, and generate electricity. They continued to use technology as usual, without any disruption.

Life goes on as usual, but there's something new in my heart.

The situation at the energy hub is the most unique.

The world's top scientists and engineers live there.

On the day the miracle occurred, many people collapsed on the spot—the physics, chemistry, and astronomy they had studied their whole lives all became a joke in front of that man in black robes.

Missiles can't hit it, lasers can't penetrate it, and radar can't detect it—how can we conduct scientific research like this?

Some people quit their jobs, some became alcoholics, and some ended up in mental hospitals.

But some people gritted their teeth and persevered.

They said that even if there is a God, we still have to rely on ourselves.

Gods are ultimately illusory; it's best to keep your power in your own hands.

These people formed the "Goblin Self-Help Association," conducting research in the research institute during the day and working overtime to calculate data at night.

Their slogan is "Technology is the wings of goblins, and even the gods cannot make us give up flying."

Steam Fortress, Gear Town, Forge City, Energy Hub...

In just one month, dozens of temples sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

The cult of the Supreme God spread like wildfire, burning through every street, every factory, and every home.

Some people knelt and wept before the statue of the god, while others knelt and wept before the machine.

Some people believe in God, some believe in technology, and some believe in nothing but simply live.

But regardless of what they believe, everyone is doing the same thing—waiting to die.

Or, try to find a way to survive.

The changes were even more profound in the second month.

On the streets of the imperial city, more and more people were wearing black robes.

Those were followers of the Supreme God; they wore black robes as holy garments, mimicking the attire of the phantom in the miracle.

At first, only a few elderly people wore them, then young people started wearing them too, and later the streets were full of black robes.

The tailor shop is booming, fabric prices have risen, and black dye is sold out.

Some people couldn't afford black robes, so they dyed their old clothes black to make do. The streets were a sea of ​​black, and people who didn't know better would think they were holding a funeral.