I let the genie out of the bottle

Behind some of the mounts hung several heads, their eyes wide open in death.

Lu Ye frowned slightly, then immediately relaxed.

Following Lu Ye was a troop of cavalry. No, calling them cavalry would be too much of an exaggeration; they were more like a group of bandits with mounts.

Among them were men and women, old and young; the older ones appeared to be over sixty, while the younger ones were barely teenagers. Some wore only animal skins around their vital parts, while others wore tattered linen, all stained with blood and grime.

Even the most naive among these bandits cannot be considered innocent children. The stench of blood emanating from them makes it clear at a glance that they are no good.

"It seems our resting place is about to change," Lu Ye said casually, letting the group of bandits hurry past him without giving them a second glance.

These bandits seemed to have failed to notice Lu Ye and Methuselah—no, it should be said that they truly did not notice them.

The bandits rode a motley crew of horses, and every now and then someone would fall off, quickly grabbing the horse's hind legs to avoid being thrown off. Some were unlucky enough to fall off their mounts and be trampled to death by the troops behind them.

Some people had their wooden sticks, iron bars, or iron swords fall to the ground with a clatter, but because they were being swept along by the main group, they didn't dare to go down and pick them up.

These bandits and Lu Ye and Methuselah seem to exist in two different worlds.

“Methuselah, may my father annihilate all enemies,” the mechanical girl replied in a stiff yet resolute tone.

If these bandits reach the village where Lu Ye plans to rest, a bloody battle is inevitable.

"No need." Lu Ye gently shook his head, rejecting the mechanical girl's suggestion in a mild tone.

"You've arrived already? Well then, I'll wait here." The dazzling golden hair reflected the sunlight, and a faint smile appeared on the girl's tender and lovely face. Her fair and delicate little feet landed directly on the ground as she strolled through the village.

The chaotic sound of animal hooves approached from afar, and as the sound reached the village gates, cries of terror erupted. At the same time, the clashing of weapons and wild laughter followed.

With light steps, she walked from one end of the village to the other, passing directly through the raging flames and under the swords and clubs, without anyone noticing her.

Finally, she stopped at the village entrance, a joyful smile slowly spreading across her face.

“You’ve come, my Metatron.”

P.S.: God's personality and image are giving me a lot of trouble...

Does Chapter Thirteen match your sexual preferences?

A petite yet captivating blonde girl emerged with light steps from the chaotic village filled with cries and screams behind her, her gentle eyes reflecting the crimson light of the raging flames.

A raging fire was burning in the village, and it was unclear which bandit was responsible. Perhaps they encountered resistance during the massacre and, in a fit of rage, unleashed flames upon the village.

The sounds of clashing weapons, furious shouts, maniacal laughter, mournful cries, and the crackling of flames blended together, twisting and turning in this fire and carnage.

As dusk fell and darkness gradually descended, people's sense of terror and tension was amplified to an extreme degree. The red light that ignited in the darkness was like a summons from the Grim Reaper.

What was once a peaceful village is now like a living hell.

“My Metatron, ever since I sensed your presence, I have longed to see you.”

Against the backdrop of a village in ruins, a beautiful blonde girl reaches out a hand to Lu Ye and gently strokes his cheek.

Metatron means God's most beloved human or angel.

The God of the Bible looked at Lu Ye with bright and joyful eyes, as if wanting to etch his face into the depths of his soul forever.

The flames behind them quickly spread throughout the entire village. The crackling sound of the raging fire also spread everywhere.

“In this respect, I am the same.” Lu Ye’s eyes gradually returned to calm, and a composed smile reappeared on his face.

Unexpectedly, the God of the Bible in this world is such a petite and adorable blonde girl.

No, in a sense, this is perhaps not so surprising.

"Could it be that you are surprised by my current appearance?" The blonde girl blinked cutely, a cheerful smile on her face, and tugged at her white robe with one hand.

As far as the title of God is concerned, her image should indeed differ somewhat from the fantasies in people's hearts.

“I don’t actually have an image. But, in order to meet you, I specifically chose an image that you might like based on my intuition.”

The lovely blonde girl slightly raised her slender arms, her fair, jade-like bare feet stepping on the layer of flames burning on the ground, and spun around in place, showing her perfect figure to Lu Ye.

Incidentally, he also muttered a complaint under his breath.

"To be honest, in my opinion, the body should be taller to give it a more imposing presence. Besides, having such short arms and legs is just too inconvenient."

“However, if you like it this way, Metatron, then it doesn’t matter.” As she spoke, a smile returned to her face. “After all, my authority needs no description to intimidate, and my desires need no physical action to be fulfilled.”

That was affection, but not indulgence. Because in her view, it was a reasonable action.

I've just started reading the Bible, is this really the Lord? I'm hooked.

Looking at the God of the Bible before him, Lu Ye was momentarily speechless.

After a long silence, he spoke softly.

Although the chaotic noise from the nearby village was extremely loud, Lu Ye's voice was crystal clear.

"My name is Lu Ye."

Then, looking at the God of the Bible, whose eyebrows were gentle and whose gaze seemed to be waiting for something, he added another sentence.

"Of course, if you wish, you may choose to address me either Enoch or Metatron."

Whether it's Enoch or Metatron, at this moment they are just Lu Ye's identities, one aspect of him.

"Hmm... I like both Enoch and Metatron, it's a bit hard to choose." The blonde girl looked troubled. "If only I could use whichever name I like."

As she spoke, she winked playfully and said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"In exchange, you can choose a name you like when addressing me, how about that?"

"You can call me whatever I like...?" Lu Ye nodded slightly upon hearing this. "That's a good idea. So—"

He spoke calmly.

"Honey?"

"what?"

The petite blonde girl widened her eyes slightly and let out a surprised sound.

Even the shouts from the looted villages seemed to pause for a moment.

"Just kidding, the title 'Saint' is more appropriate."

"This title is not bad." The Holy One, the God of the Bible, smiled and nodded slightly, seemingly quite satisfied with the title.

Saint means the most exalted one.

Lu Ye did not answer, but instead looked at the village beside him.

The fire had completely spread and raged throughout the village. Fire and water are merciless, quickly engulfing the village. Not only the original villagers, but even some of the bandits who set the fire were affected by the flames.

Screams, cries of terror, and carnage filled the village.

"Put out the fire! Put out the fire quickly!" a young man in tattered clothes shouted, carrying a wooden bucket and pouring the water from it onto the fire.

He wanted to put out the fire because if it continued like this, even if they survived the bandits, they wouldn't be able to live in the future.

However, this was only a drop in the ocean. But soon he would no longer have to worry about the flames.

Because a bandit spotted him, raised his stone club high, and smashed it down on his head, causing his skull to cave in.

A slightly younger-looking bandit tackled a woman to the ground and clumsily tore at their clothes, but it quickly turned into a physical fight between the two.

The wolf, its ferocity reignited by the flames, viciously tore at the man's feet, throwing him to the ground. The master, realizing what was happening, immediately began tearing at his mount.

The woman, carrying a can of goat milk and raising a wooden stick to charge again, completely disregarded the strength of the fawn beneath her. She and the fawn collapsed to the ground, her head slamming hard into a rock in front of her, and it was clear she was going to die.

The man who was pointing fingers at his neighbor was hit on the head by a stone thrown by the neighbor, who had a grudge against him.

......

Lu Ye and Sheng walked side by side through the village, which was filled with the atmosphere of blood and fire.

Behind them, a mechanical girl followed.

"By the way, who is He...?" The girl known as the Saint turned around and looked at the humanoid girl whose entire body was made of metal, her tone seemingly revealing doubt.

Her eyes were gentle, calm, and loving.

“My daughter, Methuselah,” Lu Ye replied.

"A nice name." A soft smile appeared on God's lips.

"Will the world be judged when she passes away?"

Chapter Fourteen: She's still a child.

The chaos continues.

Gradually, both the bandits and the villagers discovered that the entire village was engulfed in flames and thick smoke.

Many people roared, trying to break free from the flames.

Some people charged straight into the flames, only to collapse and roll on the ground in agony from the burning heat; others tried to urge their mounts out of the flames, but ended up fighting with their unwilling mounts; some roared to bolster their courage, but their bravery vanished the moment they felt the heat of the flames.

The air was filled with pungent smoke, mixed with a faint smell of barbecue.

Finally, someone despaired.

Some of the bandits and villagers were planning a final act of debauchery. Women with even a little bit of attractiveness were pushed to the ground, and several men swarmed around them, venting their desires.

Some even began to turn on each other, attacking their comrades who had just fought alongside them, with angry curses and cries of pain filling the air.

Under the threat of death, people became unrestrained, venting their filthy desires. Gradually, they were merely satisfying their animalistic lusts, engaging in a final act of catharsis, and no longer cared about personal relationships, beauty, gender, or anything else.

The God who loves humanity and is willing to give his life for them watched all of this with a calm expression from beginning to end.

Her clear, golden eyes reflected the naked sins of humanity.

God loves the world.

But more often than not, this love follows a mysterious law, as silent as the heavens.

Does the sky only cover individuals? No.

Rain falls on the righteous as well as the unrighteous; thunder may strike down saints who seek shelter under trees, but it may also spare wicked people hiding in their homes.

What she loves is humanity as a whole, not individuals.

Lu Ye was acutely aware of this.

If we had to give this absolute deity a definition, we could only say that... she did not follow the ideas of mortals, but rather the ideas of gods.

—If she has a personality, then that personality must be quite immature.

The love she gave was the love of God.

If we were to try to understand her love through the lens of human behavior—

She gazed at her flowers with a detached look, and she held a deep love for her garden.

Out of this love, she did more than just remove pests that might harm the yard. She was even willing to risk her life to protect her garden.

However, she will not hesitate to cut off any diseased flower branches. If she determines that there is a serious problem with the flowers in the garden, she does not mind replanting them.

Even the so-called righteous are essentially nothing more than flowers that grow in a way that attracts her attention.

Does a gardener truly consider the flowers they plant as their own kind?

No, angels are like that, and so are humans. Unless one can reach the same level as her.

The girl's golden hair reflected the colors of the flames, occasionally turning orange-red.

Walking amidst the flames and chaos, her smile was gentle yet revealed an unspeakable indifference.

"Saint, did you hear that?" Lu Ye chuckled as he walked alongside her. "Amidst this chaos, someone is pleading for your salvation, hoping you can pull them out of this hell on earth."

At this critical moment of death, many people seemed to suddenly remember the name of God, and began to loudly beg for the Lord's salvation, and began to praise the Lord's greatness.

However, it was clear that Saint did not pay any attention to it, and simply shook his head with a light laugh.

"It seems that they regard me as their idol."

The concept of idols in the Bible is not the same as its modern meaning.

Those gods created and worshipped to satisfy their own selfish desires are mostly called idols.

However, according to the Bible, worshiping the Lord should not be for the purpose of seeking His rewards.