Chapter 6 [Resurrection from Suffering]
"You won't die, don't worry."
Yahweh said.
"Lord! Save me! Save me!"
The crow flew around frantically, falling into the Fountain of Wisdom several times, which burned its feathers and caused it to lose a lot of them.
Yahweh opened the passage.
Unseen by mortals, a crack appeared in the sky, and from that crack, a golden light shone down, illuminating Yara, who lay dead on the ground with his eyes wide open... and a phantom image detached from his body and ascended to heaven.
"I'm dying! I'm dying! I'm dying!"
The crow flew around in heaven like a black missile.
Yahweh gently lifted Ara's lifeless body and slowly walked toward the fountain of wisdom. He gently placed Ara on his lap and sat down by the fountain.
Even a great god like Odin only drank a sip of the Well of Wisdom.
So how much should a mortal like Yara receive?
If it were to explode on the spot, the crow's grand conspiracy, which had been planned for countless years, would be ruined.
Wouldn't the crow kill itself with its noise?
Let's try it one step at a time.
Apply externally first, then internally; start with a small amount, then gradually increase the amount.
then.
Yahweh dipped his hand in the holy spring water and gently applied it to Ara's forehead.
The five-colored holy spring, shimmering with golden light, instantly merged into Yara's spirit body the moment it touched him, and then a dramatic change quietly occurred within Yara's soul...
The dark spirit suddenly became translucent.
Countless runes swept through Yara's soul—
ᚠ,ᚢ,ᚦ,ᚨ...
Finally, the rune froze—
[Runes - ᚾ]
[Suffering brings forth life; pain gives strength.]
Yara suddenly opened her eyes.
He already knew everything that had just happened.
Such a magnificent and sacred existence.
He actually healed him personally, using the mythical five-colored holy water to heal his wounds and grant him superhuman strength...
But he was just a mortal, an insignificant mortal.
What merit or ability does he possess to receive such great favor from God?
Then, tears welled up in her eyes uncontrollably.
"God..."
He choked up, trying to say something.
But that great "God" said this—
[What must be done needs no further explanation.]
...
When Yara opened her eyes again.
He had already lay back down on the ground.
The centurion before them had already sheathed his sword; he turned and announced Yara's death to the crowd.
"He lost."
"He was not a brave enough warrior."
"And you will be executed according to the law."
The desperate villagers couldn't help but scream, while Yara's wife stood frozen in place, her eyes devoid of light, her desolate gaze fixed on the mangled, bloodied figure on the ground...
She desperately hoped a miracle would happen...
But, will there really be a miracle?
The next moment.
She covered her chin in shock, tears welling up uncontrollably.
The villagers' screams and fear came to an abrupt end at that moment.
Instead, it was a profound shock, a shock that overturned everything they had seen and heard in the first half of their lives, a shock that came from the deepest part of their souls...
Even the soldiers, known for their seriousness and solemnity, were utterly horrified at this moment. Their spears and swords fell from their hands, their eyes filled with disbelief and terror...
The centurion noticed the strange behavior of the villagers and soldiers, and he was puzzled.
And in the instant he turned his head—
A bloodied fist slammed into his face.
This terrifying power is completely different from that of the previously weak person.
The centurion felt as if he had been knocked away by a bull in heat.
He fell heavily to the ground.
Just as he was about to get up, Yara pounced on him.
"You...you, weren't you dead? That bronze sword should have pierced your heart!"
Yara completely ignored him.
He lunged at the centurion with a completely reckless fighting style.
He punched the centurion repeatedly in the face.
"No...no, stop hitting me, you won...you won."
Enraged, Yara continued to smash the centurion until he knocked him unconscious with a single punch.
He had just gotten off the centurion and was panting heavily.
He then picked up a bronze sword from the ground, pointed at the nearly one hundred soldiers in front of him, and roared fiercely:
"Now, I've won."
"Anyone who dares to lay a hand on the Canaanites..."
"Who the hell did I kill?!"
Blood was all over his body, but the wound that pierced his heart had mysteriously disappeared.
He is no longer human.
It was a demon that crawled out of the underworld!
The soldiers were terrified and stood frozen in place, too scared to move.
The villagers, after a brief moment of stunned silence...
A deafening cheer erupted—
"Yara won! Yara won!!"
His wife was already sobbing uncontrollably in the crowd. Yara saw her, wiped the blood off his body, and walked towards her. The villagers cheered and made way for the two of them.
"That wasn't a dream, and there was no Zeus…that was God…" Yara choked up.
The wife wiped away her tears, crying like a child, and said, "I don't care, I just want you to live..."
Yara gently embraced his wife.
Like someone who has survived a catastrophe, there was relief, as well as a strange surge of excitement. Yara said, "God has protected me!"
He then gently released his arms from his wife's embrace.
He turned around and walked once again between the soldiers and villagers.
This is the place where the duel just took place.
Now it is Yara's preaching place.
Everyone looked at Yara, puzzled.
The sun was shining brightly at that moment.
The next moment.
Yara stood under the sun.
He raised his sword and shouted—
"I am Yara!"
"God himself anointed me..."
"I am the Messiah, Yara Messiah!"
...
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Yahweh looked completely bewildered.
He calls himself God or the Lord, that's true.
But what the heck is anointing?
He wouldn't have smeared the fountain of wisdom on his head as some kind of anointing ceremony, would he?
And the meaning of Messiah.
Indeed, they are God's anointed ones...
But how did he know the word 'Messiah'?
These are from completely different language families!
"Great! Yara is alive and even defeated the centurion. The village is safe for now!"
The crow was overjoyed.
It lapped and lapped around the spring, humming some strange little tunes.
"Yara, are you just going to spread rumors about me everywhere?"
"What if we offend the gods of the mortal world?"
Yawei felt a wave of fear wash over him.
"Oh, don't be afraid. The gods of this world are all lazy and good-for-nothings, they won't care about this. Besides, no one dares to offend you, you are the supreme God."
The crow didn't care at all.
Yahweh was powerless to say anything more about the crow's heartlessness.
However, Yara's performance just now really impressed Yahweh.
The rune corresponding to Yara's soul is [ᚾ].
It symbolizes [suffering, scarcity, endurance, and pushing limits].
Therefore, after Yara's soul was elevated, the extraordinary power bestowed upon him was—
[Resurrection of Misery]!
When one experiences pain, that pain can grant them power, enhancing their physical attributes in every way, including strength, agility, and even resilience.
The greater the pain endured, the greater the power gained from that pain.
That is, [pain gives strength].
If there is a suitable analogy...
"Cheng Yaojin's passivity," God said.
However, Yara did not actually demonstrate his full abilities in the battle with the centurion just now.
Because Yahweh had already healed most of his wounds by the spring of wisdom when he returned Arah's soul to him, the benefits that [Resurrection from Suffering] granted Arah were not significant.
Even so.
That was enough for Yara, with his frail body, to defeat a battle-hardened soldier