Myth: I am God!

Chapter 88 Divine Punishment is Approaching

"Look into my eyes..."

"Take a good look at who I really am!"

Isaac grabbed the priest by the collar...

Golden eyes stared intently at him.

At that moment, the pastor suddenly realized, "You are...I...Isaac?!"

"Yara's son?"

Isaac threw the priest to the ground, drew his bronze sword, and roared, "So you still remember my father!"

The pastor collapsed to the ground, staring at Isaac in horror, backing away as he stammered, "I remember, of course I remember... Who doesn't know the name of a hero?"

Isaac hasn't lost his temper as many times in the past eighteen years as he has in the last two days.

He always thought of himself as a kind person.

But when faced with these insects, he found himself easily ignited.

He raised his sword to strike, roaring, "Do you remember my father was a hero..."

"Do you still remember that he was the Messiah?!"

"Do you remember what the first and second commandments of the Nine Commandments are?!"

Seeing this, the pastor begged for mercy, and he quickly explained, "No, Isaac, listen to me... listen to me..."

"It's not just me...it's not just me..."

"Everyone's doing it!"

Isaac's heart tightened upon hearing this.

He held a sword to the priest's neck and roared, "Speak!"

The pastor, relieved that his life was spared, slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Isaac glaring at him, he quickly said, "Don't just stare at me..."

"The Canaanites of today..."

"And how many of them actually follow the Nine Commandments?"

Upon hearing this, Isaac froze on the spot.

The pastor noticed Isaac's expression.

He sighed, forcing his legs to buckle, and stood up, saying to Isaac, "I'll take you to see it..."

"And I can assure you, someone like me..."

"They're already considered among the people in Canaan...who still hold onto some semblance of faith."

Isaac saw the pastor's sincere gaze.

So he frowned, sheathed his sword, and threatened, "You'd better not try anything funny."

The pastor sighed and shook his head.

He then led Isaac into the temple's quarters, which were reserved for priests and disciples.

Isaac was a little confused and asked, "What are we doing here?"

The pastor didn't speak, but instead opened the door to Isaac's dwelling.

Suddenly, a murky, foul odor mixed with a fishy smell hit me.

It aimed straight at Isaac's forehead.

Isaac took a few steps back before he could recover from the taste.

When he looked through the door, he saw an astonishing scene—

Several disheveled women lay beside the priests.

The alcohol, the addictive Nepant made from datura flowers, and the excrement scattered on the ground.

A chill ran down Isaac's spine.

He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.

He couldn't stay a second longer, so he covered his mouth and quickly left.

The pastor, who claimed to uphold a little bit of faith, followed after them.

Isaac only felt better after breathing in the fresh air outside and suppressing the nausea in his heart.

He asked the pastor incredulously, "Is this a brothel or a temple?"

"Is this how these beasts worship God?"

The pastor sighed, shook his head, and said, "Come with me again..."

A look of disbelief flashed in Isaac's eyes, but he still followed the priest.

The two left the temple.

The pastor told Isaac to put on a hood so that no one would recognize him and cause unnecessary trouble.

Isaac did as he was told.

They walked on the street.

The pastor led Isaac to a large courtyard.

But it was less of a courtyard and more of a huge animal shed.

The pastor knocked on the door, and the person inside recognized him, smiled, and let him in.

Isaac, still confused, followed the pastor through a maze of twists and turns.

We came to a tall wooden gate, which connected to a fence-like wooden wall, blocking out everything inside.

The pastor opened the door with practiced ease.

Isaac followed him inside.

When I saw what was happening in front of me.

He was stunned...

At first, he thought it was some kind of livestock or farm.

However, the truth is—

The slaves, roughly estimated to number in the hundreds or even thousands, were confined within wooden walls like animals, crammed together, naked and covered in mud and excrement.

Seeing Isaac standing there in a daze, the pastor explained, "The slave traders turned Canaan into an excellent transit point..."

"It even gradually replaced Argos's former function as a slave trade center..."

"If you hear foreign merchants and Canaanites talking about lambs, calves, piglets..."

"Don't mistake this for selling livestock."

The pastor sighed again, looked at Isaac, and said, "And then there's more."

Isaac gritted his teeth and replied, "Take me there..."

That day, the pastor took Isaac all over Canaan.

In the orchards of the wilderness, I saw dozens of slaves, their bodies covered in wounds from being whipped...

But they still couldn't stop picking grapes and fruit...

An elderly slave even fell to his death from a tree due to severe injuries.

The orchard's slave owner then "kindly" added roasted meat to the other slaves' dinner. The slaves found hair and fingernails in the meat, but remained silent, tears streaming down their faces...

In northern Canaan, countless prostitutes, both local and from other regions, operate in tiny huts so small they can barely fit a bed, each serving hundreds of clients a day...

The pastor, under the guise of collecting offerings, took Isaac from house to house, only to discover that nine out of ten households kept slaves, some even female slaves for pleasure.

When Isaac, his face covered, couldn't help but question them, they claimed that it was Arah's house that started this practice, and that the beautiful Hiaja was also a slave, so why couldn't they keep her? Furthermore, Isaac saw many unknown idols in these people's homes.

From dawn until dusk...

He witnessed the true Canaan hidden beneath its beautiful facade.

Isaac's face had turned deathly pale.

Seeing Isaac's expression, the pastor said with a hint of complaint, "See, I told you so..."

"I'm already considered one of the trustworthy ones..."

"Although I don't believe in God..."

"But at least I don't steal, I don't commit adultery, and I never defame others..."

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Isaac stood silent for a long time in the setting sun, then uttered his final question: "Why...the Canaanites...?"

"Would they turn their backs on God and abandon the Nine Commandments?"

"Haven't my father done enough?"

The pastor thought for a moment and then offered his interpretation: "Perhaps there really is a God, or perhaps there isn't..."

"I've heard of the legend of the Messiah, but that's all I've heard..."

"Those old Canaanites might have truly witnessed a miracle..."

"But I've never seen it before..."

"I haven't seen the other newcomers either."

"But when people looked up at the sun and heard the deafening, terrifying thunder and lightning..."

"The first things that always come to mind... are Apollo and Zeus..."

"Instead of that string of unpronounceable characters..."

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night.

After returning home, Isaac pondered for a long time...

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

He was filled with immense grief and even despair.

The problems his father left him were too heavy...

When I see those slaves, those adulterers, those unjust people...

His heart ached as if it were being stabbed with a knife.

However, his limited experience prevented him from developing effective solutions.

So what should we do?

Should we kill the sinners? But there are too many... far too many...

Canaan now has a population of several thousand, excluding children.

Even if he wanted to, how could he possibly do it?

So what should we do?

Father...

Isaac, who was suffering from insomnia, came to the prayer hut in the yard.

He bowed his head and prayed to the parchment scroll on the shrine, his devotion tinged with sorrow.

He shed tears, like a helpless child.

In the stillness of the night, amidst his sorrow and despair, he gradually grew sleepy.

However, in that hazy, half-asleep state...

A familiar and comforting voice, like a dream... reached his ears—a "miracle..."

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"To perform an unprecedented and unforgettable miracle..."

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"So that the dust and sins may be burned away..."

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"So that the Canaanites would never forget it..."

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"Isaac...my son, I have come to help you by the will of God..."

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"Walking with you, being with you..."

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