Huh? Are they all real?...

Feeling that he might just be having bad luck, Moen decided to make some small preparations to salvage his terrible fortune.

No complicated ceremony is needed.

All you need is...

Having found a stream, Moen carefully tidied himself up while looking at his reflection in the water.

After looking it over from top to bottom, I felt there were no flaws.

Moen arrived at an open space.

Like a devout pilgrim, he clasped his hands tightly in front of him and prayed to the heavens:

"Great Origin, you are the Creator, our eternal Father and Mother. No matter how many generations we multiply in your land, we will always be your children."

"So, great Lord, your devout child, I hereby beseech you to bestow your grace and shower your blessings upon the path of destiny."

Yes, praying to gods in a godless world is clearly a foolish act that goes against the beliefs of a materialist warrior.

But there really is a God in this world!

Therefore, Moen naturally followed the wisdom of his ancestors and prayed to the only god who could grant him blessings.

As for whether the primordial being, who is theoretically still eternally asleep, will hear this, and if so, whether it will bestow blessings upon us.

Only the Primordial One knows.

Moen simply did all he could.

After I felt it was about right.

Moen turned the bracelet and embarked on his scheduled final journey.

-

Beneath the feet of the Human Alliance lies the thick crust and mantle of the earth, but beyond its deeper core lies a barrier separating the two worlds.

Although the barrier beneath the Human Alliance's feet is theoretically the last one that no one can reach, the cautious Creator still chose the most reliable time to do so.

That was the only power and weight that made even the gods seem ordinary.

After all, throughout history, countless renowned supreme beings have become nothing more than a few brief mentions in history books.

Now, with the divine mechanism having unlocked a miracle from the power of time.

This barrier rotated slightly, very slightly, without even being noticed by the Divine Machine, which was about to be promoted to the Machine God.

But this is precisely the small supplement.

It means that someone's prayer has been fulfilled.

As the wisdom of our ancestors has shown, prayer is extremely useful in a world with God.

Especially those who are blessed!

-

As the scenery changed, Moen not only felt the biting cold, but also saw that even his own breath was covered in ice crystals.

This place is terribly cold.

Moen realized it almost without thinking.

Your own prayers might actually work.

So, is his ultimate move not to shout the name of the goddess, but to shout the name of the primordial being?

Amidst the howling blizzard, Moen began to seriously consider a seemingly serious question.

"Oh my god, is there someone in front of me???"

"People? Where would people come from in this heavy snow? Stop joking, let's hurry up and leave. Although the blizzard came early, according to usual they will only wait for us for three hours. If we are late, the city gates will be closed."

"We'll both freeze to death outside, and don't expect the gentlemen inside to open the door for us. They'll just hide inside the castle and won't hear us shouting."

Not far in front of Moen, the heavy snow almost completely blocked his view.

Even in such an exaggerated snowfall, two men wearing heavy fur coats were walking in the snow, and one of them even saw Moen.

"I'm not mistaken, that really is a person. My God, why is he not moving at all? And he's wearing so little, is he going to freeze to death?"

Following his companion's directions, the other man also saw Moen standing in the heavy snow.

However, after glancing at it, he said:

"Forget it, he's not moving an inch in this damn weather, he must be dead. Let's not waste any more time, we can just call the gravedigger to come and collect his body later, if we can still find it then."

After saying that, he tried to pull his companion away quickly.

They are quite a distance from the main city, and the nearest settlement is even further away.

If I don't get back in time, I'm sure I won't survive.

He didn't want to freeze to death due to a controllable accident.

But his companion disagreed, and the man firmly pushed his hand away, saying:

"We have to go check it out, just in case? It's a person!"

"If you're worried, you can go ahead by yourself. Don't worry, I know the way."

Seeing his stubborn companion, the other person could only follow along, grumbling and cursing.

"Sir, sir, are you still alive?"

The man, who left a snow pit with every step, had already walked through the heavy snow to Moen's side.

It was at this moment that Moen looked up at him.

The eye contact between them made the man breathe a sigh of relief and say:

"You're still alive! That's wonderful! Were you frozen stiff? I have some strong liquor here to warm you up. Have a sip, but don't drink too much. It's too strong and can make you drunk. You can't get drunk in this weather."

The man handed over the wine bag.

Moen chuckled and politely declined.

"Thank you, I'm fine, and I don't drink alcohol; my beliefs don't allow me to."

But it was precisely this answer, which was theoretically without any problems, that shocked the two of them.

Even the kind person who had just handed over the wine hurriedly threw away the bag in their hand.

They drew their hunting knives together with their companions.

"You're a heretic?! No wonder you dare to come out dressed so scantily, you damned devil, what are you trying to do? Tempt us to fall?"

His companions were even more excited:

"Damn it, I told you not to come any closer! What do we do now? He's a heretic! I've heard they're all devils with evil powers who will tempt our souls and make us restless even after death, forever turning us into their slaves!"

Faced with the legendary heretics, the two ordinary people, Moen, who were neither farmers nor hunters, clearly didn't know what to do.

This is a world where, under normal circumstances, there is only harsh environment.

Aside from the extreme cold, their only formidable enemy was a dire wolf that was noticeably larger than usual.

That thing nearly bit off one of their thighs.

As for heretics and their supposed evil powers, they've always treated them as mere stories.

I never expected to run into him today.

"I...I don't know! I'm sorry."

Looking at the two of them's incredibly excited reactions.

Moen realized something was wrong almost instantly.

He said his faith forbade him to drink alcohol, and that's probably where they realized something was wrong.

Is it a ridiculous mistake to say that one's own faith forbids drinking alcohol in this place?

So, this place is monotheistic?

Moreover, the monotheistic religion has reached the point where even the other gods are unknown.

This wouldn't normally happen.

The names of the gods and kings are things that every mortal must remember.

Otherwise, if the wrong name were called out that day and it ended up on some supreme being, it would be lucky if the church's law enforcement knights were brought into the lurch.

If things go wrong, then divine punishment will fall directly upon you.

Therefore, this also tells Moen that this place is very likely the alien history that he himself has separated from.

But how do we appease them?

I just made a mistake in my words and actions. Now, whatever I say will probably be taken as a devil's lie.

I can't really do anything to them.

Then

Moen suddenly laughed:

“Very good. You also have the ability to identify heretics. People these days lack the heart to guard against the devil, which is a great headache for our superiors. So they sent me out to test your situation.”

"Fortunately, you were very perceptive! I had only said one sentence."

Moen's words successfully made the two of them relax a little, but only a little.

Because they suspect that this is also part of a lie.

They had heard that those devils were the best at deceiving people.

So one of them directly pointed his hunting knife at Moen and said:

"How can you prove that what you're saying isn't some lie to deceive us? I know you guys are the best at concocting ridiculous lies to gain our trust."

"Damn it, haven't you already used this trick to deceive many poor people? Haven't you already stolen their souls?"

Moen hadn't even said much yet, and this guy was already scared out of his wits.

There wasn't even a chance for Moen to speak.

He suddenly broke down and shouted:

"Run! We've exposed his lies, he'll definitely resort to force! We can't possibly win. Let's split up and run; maybe one of us will survive."

Upon seeing his companions, he abandoned them and ran away.

The remaining one glanced back and forth at Moen and his companion's backs before turning tail and running away.

Watching the two people disappear into the heavy snow.

Moen, on the contrary, thought this was the best approach.

This gives him a very good option to prove himself.

If the standoff continues, I'm afraid the more I talk, the bigger the problem will become, since I know nothing about this side.

And now, only

Heavy snow can only block the view of mortals, not demigods.

Two ordinary people obviously couldn't run very fast in the heavy snow.

Instead, due to their panic and lack of direction, one of them was running wildly towards the cliff.

What Moen needs to do is very simple.

He first darted past the unfortunate man who was running wildly toward the cliff.

He then appeared behind another person, grabbed his collar and lifted him up, while simultaneously shoving the hunting knife that the man was wildly swinging at him back into its sheath.

"What are you trying to do, devil? I have unwavering faith; you cannot obtain my soul!"

Moen didn't know whether his faith was truly firm, but he knew from his expression that he was terrified.

This made Moen shake his head and laugh:

“I told you, I’m not a heretic. I’m just here to investigate. I know you won’t believe me, but you should know that if I were a heretic, I wouldn’t be saving you.”

"Save us? I don't see that. My God, how is this a cliff???"

The man, who had been lifted by Moen and brought to the edge of the cliff, let out a scream like a woman.