Chapter 25 The Angel Who Appeared Like a Fleeting Flower
God's life is not monotonous at all.
Besides the messiahs who spy on him daily, Yahweh is also trying to study some strange things.
Yahweh had always felt that there was something strange about the clouds in heaven.
But if you ask that fool crow...
Then you'll definitely get answers like "I don't know," "I forgot," or "You didn't say that before you came back..."—a complete lack of knowledge.
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Then he looked at himself with a pure and innocent gaze, as clear as a college student's.
Therefore, Yahweh usually squatted to one side and played by himself, and his research made some considerable progress.
However, in the past few days, Yawei has encountered some troubles—
...
After the Fountain of Wisdom appeared in the Kingdom of Heaven, Yahweh attempted to mix the clouds of the Kingdom of Heaven with the water of the Fountain.
As the ruler of the Kingdom of Heaven, Yahweh possesses an authority akin to that of controlling the clouds, freely wielding the clouds that stretch to the horizon beneath his feet.
And when you touch it, it feels like squeezing a ball of cotton; the clouds obediently gather together in Yahweh's hand.
However, when Yahweh tried to shape the clouds like he was building a snowman, they became unruly and, like piles of cotton, floated together lightly. As soon as Yahweh let go, they all scattered.
At this point, Yahweh inevitably noticed the wellspring of wisdom.
He recalled his past life's skill in kneading dough... and then, he thought of many mythological tales about gods shaping people from clay...
Then Yahweh had a flash of inspiration, and he sprinkled many springs of wisdom into the clouds.
As it turned out, Yahweh's idea was correct. Indeed, after being soaked in the Fountain of Wisdom, the clouds became slightly sticky, like dough balls with a bit of elasticity.
Yahweh molded the heavenly clouds mixed with spring water into the shapes of tiny figures, as if kneading clay.
In order to make the style of these little figures more in line with the heavenly kingdom.
He then pinched some small wings and added them to the backs of the little people.
A crow flew over curiously and landed beside Yahweh.
It seemed particularly interested in these little dolls as well.
With its wise eyes, it looked at the little dolls and scurried among them with its tiny paws.
It would also occasionally stretch out its wings and poke at these little dolls.
It asked God, "Lord, what are all these?"
Yahweh, looking at the dozens of small figurines he had sculpted himself, stood with his hands on his hips, a working-class smile on his face, and replied:
"I don't know what it is either..."
"Let's call her 'Angel' for now."
The crow continued to observe curiously, marveling at the exquisite figurines and God's craftsmanship. It exclaimed, "Lord, if you were to descend to earth, you would surely be a fine clay maker!"
Before he could finish speaking...
A black parabola streaked across the sky.
With a splash, the crow was thrown into the Fountain of Wisdom.
Yahweh continued to examine his masterpiece, feeling that something was missing...
"Yes...it shouldn't be an inanimate object."
"It should have a soul..."
In Greek mythology, Prometheus created man, and Athena breathed life into mortals...
"In Chinese mythology, there's also a story about Nuwa blowing out a breath of divine breath..."
"Although these are angels, the underlying principles should be the same..."
"Then where does the soul come from?"
Yahweh remembered the fountain of wisdom, but then immediately realized something else.
The wellspring of wisdom cannot conjure a soul out of thin air.
Its function is to bring the soul closer to the origin of the world, thereby making it stronger...
However, just as Yahweh was puzzled, he suddenly saw a crow struggling in the spring, squawking loudly as it was scalded.
So Yahweh came up with a clever idea—
The crow said it was merely a remnant soul, but it possessed a degree of independent thought, albeit limited...
Therefore, Yahweh boldly speculates that since the raven, as a remnant soul, possesses consciousness, then the remnant soul of the raven's remnant soul should also possess the ability to think!
Yahweh was always a man of action, and he pulled the raven out of the well of wisdom like a drowning rat... The raven didn't even have time to thank its master.
The master grabbed its feathers and pulled hard...
The crow let out a mournful cry, and once again it lost its beautiful crest.
The multicolored black feathers exuded a faint black aura in Yahweh's hands.
This is not just its fur, but also part of its soul!
Immediately, the crow burst into tears, threw a tantrum, and rolled around on the spot, flapping its wings incessantly against the clouds.
Yahweh ignored it and focused on his own experiments.
He held in his hand a wisp of a crow's remnant soul.
By using authority, the backlash effect of the Fountain of Wisdom was increased.
Like dipping a feather in a hot pot, it was moved up and down.
All memories and imprints remaining on the wisp of the crow's soul will be erased.
To make it a clean, newly born remnant soul...
Yahweh prayed to himself, "May I wash away even the raven's foolishness..."
As the spring water washed over it, the feathers changed from being jet black to becoming clean white.
It even possessed a sacred quality, faintly glowing with golden light...
The heat is almost done.
Yahweh grasped the wisp of clean, remnant soul and stuffed it into a small human body.
The next moment—
That wisp of pure white feather transformed into a faint golden light, spreading throughout the little man's body.
It is made of heavenly clouds and holy spring water, and endowed with intelligence by the wings of the Lord of Crows.
Angels created by the very hand of the most high and holy God.
And so life truly came into being...
The little angel opened its innocent eyes...
And at that very first glance, he saw that sacred, supreme, and majestic phantom—
"host."
The little angel opened its mouth and uttered a tender, childlike voice, producing simple syllables...
He stared blankly at that sacred figure, like the only ray of light in the world.
He thought about it, and then realized—he wanted to embrace the Lord.
So, like a toddler learning to walk, he stepped on the clouds, stretching out his hands as if begging for a hug.
Slowly walking towards that majestic, ethereal figure...
"host..."
That short distance seemed to have exhausted all the little angel's strength.
However, he still arrived there, at the place where that towering phantom was...
After overcoming numerous hardships, he finally approached Yahweh!
He was overjoyed, hugging Yahweh's legs tightly, and he made happy noises—
"host!"
However...
His happiness did not last long.
He was horrified to find that he couldn't move. He looked at his body and saw that the color of his entire body was gradually dimming, like a flower gradually withering.
In the very end, he looked at that magnificent phantom with only a sorrowful gaze and tears streaming down his face, his childish voice trembling as he spoke:
"Lord~"
Then all the light faded from that adorable little angel.
Once again, it transformed into an exquisite statue formed from clouds and water.
From beginning to end.
Yahweh watched all of this in silence...
A sense of sadness inexplicably rose from the depths of His heart.
It seemed as if He had seen similar situations countless times before—
Seeing their confusion...
Seeing their anticipation...
Seeing their joy...
Seeing their fear...
They eventually fell like dust, vanished with the wind, leaving nothing behind...
It's as if they've never been in this world.
Suddenly...
He remembered a sentence—
"All that has a soul will eventually pass away..."
"Like dust, returning to dust."
"Like earth, return to earth."
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