Chapter 26 Souls and Scrolls
The failure of the Little Angels Project.
This frustrated Yahweh for quite some time.
The remnant soul is like a leaky bottle; maintaining its own existence is already extremely difficult, let alone driving an angelic body made of heavenly clouds and holy spring water.
It's like squeezing a bottle that's already leaking; it will only make it leak water faster.
Yahweh lacks a soul.
A complete and sound soul.
Therefore, Yahweh's target then shifted in a different direction—
What is the soul? And how is a soul created?
For a period of time afterward.
He held the crow and studied it closely, and he actually discovered some clues...
...
The soul is essentially a special container.
The key lies in what the soul carries, which Yahweh calls—
"Soul essence".
This is a very special existence; it only decreases and never increases... When exposed to the outside, it rapidly dissipates, as if it evaporates into thin air. Only'soul matter' enveloped by the soul does not vanish into thin air.
'Soul Matter' is somewhat similar to a 'death countdown'.
Once the'soul essence' reaches zero.
That means this'soul' has been completely erased from the world...
Moreover, all things have a spirit.
Whether it be God, man, or anything else... there is only one unique and singular soul.
The soul is like a unique code.
'Soul Essence' is the 'balance' corresponding to this code name.
But what about the crows?
Well...
It is indeed a remnant soul; its soul is broken...
But it has patches, which plug the holes in the soul.
Moreover, the crow's soul essence... is almost enormous!
To give an example, if Yara's soul contained the essence of a bucket of water...
The soul essence of a crow is like a vast ocean!
At first, Yahweh felt somewhat guilty for taking away a wisp of the raven's soul...
But when it saw that there was still so much "amount" in the crow's soul.
He felt no guilt whatsoever... and even felt he had gone too far!
It's like the shopkeeper stealing your entire bag of "He Tianxia" (a popular Chinese snack), and you feel guilty and a little ashamed...
Then they found out your mother owns a tobacco factory!
...
Then how is the soul, the container that stores soul matter, made?
Yahweh was thinking.
With one hand, he parted the clouds and mist; with the other, he stirred the spring water.
Just then, a crow flew over and cawed in alarm—
"Lord, come and see!"
"Yara has found the second scroll!"
Yahweh was delighted to hear this, and then proceeded to discuss profound questions such as the soul and the essence of the soul.
Let's put that aside for now.
The first scroll brought Yahweh the Well of Wisdom from Asgardian mythology.
Regardless of how much Yahweh was helped by this spring, it at least enhanced the Messiah's power and added a beautiful touch to the vast heavenly kingdom.
So Yahweh was still curious about the second scroll.
Perhaps, this can help Yahweh solve the current problem of 'the loss of remnant soul essence'...
Yahweh grabbed the raven and sat down by the spring.
They turned their gaze back to the mortal realm.
The place where the Messiah resides—
...
The sky began to brighten.
The distant mountains were tinged with the pale light of dawn, and a faint purple halo added a touch of mystique to the horizon.
Yara and the others did not rush to leave.
They stayed there for a few more days.
They buried all the bones they could see in the ground.
Until the crimson blood seeped into the ground, penetrating deep into the underworld and the earth...
They have no name and their identity is unknown.
They simply found some branches and stuck them in the ground.
Serving as temporary tombstones for these nameless people...
Thousands upon thousands of branches and mounds of earth stood densely packed on the wilderness.
The wind, carried from afar, swept through the graves, and seemed to mourn...
"Let's go."
"We've done enough..."
The group stood on the high slope, looking at the tombstones covering the hillside, and remained silent.
Yara and his group carried the carcass of the Nemean Lion.
I plan to return the way I came.
However, upon reaching the wasteland where they first encountered the Black Mist Dream Demon...
Dick said, "I'm going to pee. This place is very open, with almost no cover."
Dick, it seems, was hampered by his inherent princely arrogance.
He wandered around for ages before finally finding a hillside covered with sparse shrubs to urinate on.
Then.
Then everyone heard his cry for help—
Damn it!
"Yara! Master Tyr! Pan!"
"Help me!"
"I've fallen into a pit!"
"Yes, that's right, there's a hole in this damn place!"
The crowd came running at the sound.
There was indeed a landslide at the bottom of this hillside.
At the bottom of the landslide, there appears to be a cave.
Deep inside the cave, something else was faintly glowing.
Old Tyr and Pan Gang pulled Dick up.
Yara jumped in again.
Then, seeing this, the group exchanged glances.
So he jumped in after that.
"There seems to be something in here, be careful."
Seeing Yara's serious expression, the group knew that there might be danger ahead.
So they tacitly drew their weapons and followed Yara into the cave, remaining constantly vigilant against any monsters that might leap out from the darkness.
The journey was fraught with danger but ultimately safe.
Although it was pitch black all around... the monster I had imagined did not appear.
It seems that the deaths of the Nemean Lion and the Lake Nymph have caused all the strange phenomena in the surrounding area to disappear.
The group soon saw the end of the cave, where there seemed to be a light.
Then, upon reaching the end of the cave.
Everyone was stunned—
There, jewels and gold coins were piled up like mountains.
And that kind of wealth, which can drive everyone completely mad with just a slap on the wrist.
It's just the cheapest base color here.
On top of those mountains of gold and silver, there are countless gems that shimmer with dazzling colors. Even the smallest gem could probably fetch a price of thousands of gold coins in the Argos market!
And here are hundreds, even thousands, of fist-sized, brightly colored gemstones...
On that mountain of gold coins, there were also several exquisite treasure chests...
The men trembled; they had never seen so much wealth in their lives...
Dick's mouth was practically stretched to his heels in a wide grin!
Suppressing her joy, Yara trembled as she walked through the mountains of gold and jewels.
He opened one of the exquisite treasure chests.
The next moment—
The light made the entire cave sparkle and become crystal clear.
They all had no choice but to cover their eyes...
"My God, what is this?"
Dick couldn't help but ask a question.
Yara looked at the contents of the box, recalling the scene when her potential was tested at the Temple of Argos.
He murmured, "Magic crystal..."
"This is a magic crystal."
"However, this magic crystal is far purer than King Argos's!"
Yara opened several more chests and found some treasures he had never seen before.
There was a long sword engraved with strange patterns. There was a groove on the hilt of the sword, which seemed to be able to hold something. When he picked it up, the patterns on the long sword flashed by.
There was also a scepter with some noble emblems on it, but Yara couldn't understand them.
In the last box, Yara saw something that looked familiar.
Yara couldn't help but pray in his heart.
"God above..."
He saw a scroll, on which flowed familiar golden lettering—
[YHVH]
He carefully removed the scroll from the treasure chest as if it were a sacred relic, his eyes trembling as he looked at the parchment scroll, which to mortals appeared ordinary and unremarkable...
To everyone's astonishment, Yara threw all the gold and silver treasures onto the ground.
That extraordinary longsword, that antique scepter, that dazzlingly bright magic crystal, those mountains of gold coins enough to buy half of Argos City, those rare gems that made every noble's eyes gleam with envy...
He discarded it like a worn-out shoe, and regarded it as dirt...
He slowly carried the scroll, which resembled an inferior parchment, and walked to the place of supreme radiance, like a devout believer about to behold a deity...
"What's wrong with Yara?" Dick couldn't help but ask.
Old Tyre replied, "He is on pilgrimage..."
"Worship His God—"
Pan felt a chill run down his spine as he watched the sacred scene unfold, and spoke in a trembling voice:
"God…his God…"
Yara knelt down amidst the mountains of gold and silver, yet worldly things seemed to have never touched his heart.
His gaze remained fixed on the scroll that shone with the true name of God; his heart belonged only to the great being above that heavenly kingdom...
"Lord...my Lord, I am your devout believer, I am your Messiah..."
"Please forgive me for calling you by your real name..."
"Because I have something to present..."
He hesitated for a long time before finally slowly uttering the sacred name from his lips—
[Yahweh]
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