[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 14^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:12:54 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Thirteen
Messiah sat up abruptly in bed, his short golden hair cascading over his shoulders, his brown eyes still heavy with sleep. He stared blankly at the magnificent and noble decorations of the palace for a while, then looked down at his hands gripping the blankets.
Both the blankets and the bed were specially prepared for him by the angels of the Fourth Heaven of the Sun and Stars. The meticulously carved patterns on the bed frame even exuded a calming power.
Looking up, Messiah saw a full-length mirror on the bedside table. The man in the mirror possessed everything he had never seen before: masculine and handsome Western European features, his short, brilliant golden hair more authentic than any Westerner he had ever seen in his later life.
Both in appearance and status, he was an unattainable mythical being, unbelievable… as unbelievable as a dream. It was as if, by simply opening his eyes and trying to convince himself it was all a dream, he could return to that dull, ordinary world, continue his senior year thesis writing, and see those equally ordinary-looking classmates and family again. His world lacked these absurd forces; even if the sky fell, the country would hold it up. He was just a carefree, ordinary citizen.
An indescribable bitterness filled his mouth. He remembered every detail and experience after his transmigration, every word he uttered in the grand cathedral of the gods, yet he found that with the passage of time, he only remembered the things that had been useful to him in the past. Those names he hadn't uttered for decades had become utterly unfamiliar. Sometimes he even doubted whether his past life had been a dream, and that he was the true Messiah.
Zhuangzi dreaming of a butterfly, the butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzi—it had long lost its meaning.
Aside from the fear he felt facing God when he transmigrated to this world, he had slowly let go of his past identity. However, today, that feeling of unease resurfaced, and the Messiah was forced to ponder the problems that had recently been plaguing him. The sudden surge of power made him uneasy; with each increase, his fingertips grew cold.
"Your Highness, Prince Lucifer is already waiting for you in the main hall."
Extricating himself from his chaotic thoughts, Messiah felt a surge of frustration upon hearing the name Lucifer. Lately, the Seraphim had been discussing the academy in the Eighth Heaven, and he was always left out. Everything he could think of, they had already thought of, and every time he tried to suggest the establishment of certain schools in the future, he was met with rebuttal.
He threw on a robe and, looking dejected, slowly climbed out of bed.
The deities in the Crystal Heaven merely observed the world indifferently, paying no attention to Messiah's actions. Given the extent of Messiah's knowledge, it was questionable whether the other party could even guess that he was an avatar of his soul. Even if it was an avatar, it didn't mean Messiah was indispensable to Jehovah. His existence was irrelevant; if he didn't exist, there would be another Messiah. God only needed a holy son to counterbalance the angels.
"A fool worrying unnecessarily."
A clear, cold voice broke the silence of the temple. Jehovah, seated on his throne, coldly commented. He was somewhat disappointed with this soul avatar formed from past memories; the other party had not met his initial expectations at all.
When he created him, he had considered that since he himself could endure billions of years of suffering to become a god, this Messiah, with a similar current situation, could also forge his own path. If the other party also had the ambition to become a god or the determination to become stronger, Jehovah would treat him differently and provide sufficient opportunities.
Even God himself looked forward to the day when an avatar who understood his origins and personality could accompany him in the Crystal Heaven.
As one-ninth of the divine soul split from the Creator God, the Messiah possessed extremely high aptitude, and his potential was undeniable. In some ways, he had fewer limitations than Lucifer, after all, the Messiah could not be considered a true creation.
Unfortunately… the Messiah failed in the first test. Even though he felt fear and rejection, he still accepted the infusion of faith power.
The golden divine eyes gazed intently at the faith power. Around the Messiah's body, Jehovah clearly saw more and more golden threads binding him. With the World Tree replacing the Messiah's role, he was merely using the Messiah's body as a filter for faith. The extent of the bondage the Messiah would ultimately bear depended on whether his will could resist the temptation of power.
He himself could stop when he sensed something was wrong, so why did some people always take the risk? Did Heaven need him to risk increasing his power? If all this was to compensate for his own shortcomings and match his status as the Son of Heaven, Jehovah didn't know what to say.
His gaze once more fell upon the sacred pool in the Great Cathedral. God immediately put the Messiah's matter aside. Looking at the overflowing golden water, a wave of worry washed over him. No matter how he tried to compress and suppress it, the faith power generated by the angels was still too much. Furthermore, each heaven had a dedicated pool of reincarnation, and new angels were born every few years, so the amount of faith power would only increase, not decrease.
Was he just going to watch the pool flood the Grand Cathedral? It would be too late to find a solution then. Jehovah tapped his fingers on the armrest of his throne, his eyes lighting up. He had thought of a perfect solution once and for all.
"Meta, come here."
God summoned his devout and gentle Archangel. For trivial but important tasks, he usually consulted Metatron and Asmodeus. While Asmodeus was meticulous, he lacked the ability to oversee the overall situation, so Jehovah again sought out Metatron this time.
Jehovah did indeed have a favorable impression of this quietly listening angel. Metatron was usually calmer and more composed than the Messiah and Lucifer. His gentle eyes possessed a color Jehovah himself had bestowed upon them, a serene, tranquil lake-green hue that held a radiant brilliance.
"My God."
There were originally prescribed responses, but God found those words cumbersome and uninteresting, so no one uttered these words of praise and greeting afterward.
Metatron's bow was absolutely fluid and elegant, so much so that even God found it pleasing to the eye. His long, light silver hair was tied back with a golden ribbon, and a delicate sun-shaped headdress adorned his smooth forehead. The golden-green gemstones further enhanced the regal quality of his lake-green eyes.
"What do you use to exchange goods with the elves and dragons?"
"Your Majesty, we use metals, ores, and handicrafts produced in Heaven as our exchange goods, and they do the same. Since these goods can be used in both Heaven and the mortal realm, there are no difficulties in trading. However, the value of some ores is difficult to accurately estimate, which can easily lead to dissatisfaction and disputes between the two sides."
Metatron was well aware of God's omniscience and omnipotence. The god's words merely revealed the reason for his summons. Therefore, he carefully considered recent trade transactions, clarifying his thoughts before speaking.
"In that case, it's time to establish a standard currency for Heaven."
Jehovah stretched out his palm, and three blank, round coins—a silver coin, a gold coin, and a crystal coin—flew out, hovering horizontally before Metatron. They emanated a pure, strange power, but not the power of light. God was a decisive example in some aspects of acting on his thoughts. Since he thought this method of consuming and replenishing faith power was good, he decided to implement it. "The value of the currency is determined by the concentration of energy within it. Silver coins have a lower energy capacity than gold coins, so they are also lower in rank. Crystal coins have the highest energy tolerance; you will fill them with energy yourself, and their value is higher than silver and gold coins."
Metatron listened to God's words and tried to infuse his own holy light into the transparent crystal coin. A radiant light filled the coin, as if he were holding a glowing crystal.
"You will discuss the design of the currency and establish the rules for its distribution. You can ask me for any amount of silver or gold coins you need. However, you must let me review the designs you create first so I can decide whose design will be used as currency."
"My God, I will inform them and return to report once everything is fully prepared."
Sensing the competitive atmosphere, Metatron's eyes sharpened, and an interest ignited within him to compete with his companions. He believed the other Seraphim would feel the same way; to be able to display their work before the Father, and to be recognized, would be even better. After Metatron left with his mission, Jehovah finally set aside his concerns about the power of faith. With a slight thought, he automatically began creating coins before him. The water from the sacred pool transformed into a thread, flowing into the coins and infusing them with energy.
Within seconds, a flood of coins of various gold and silver appeared, their beautiful brilliance enough to make any mortal's eyes bloodshot. God calmly opened a storage space in another dimension to store them. Having finished, he once again drifted into a trance.
"Coin designs?"
The other Seraphim, having received Metatron's message, exchanged glances with varying expressions. Samael, standing on the outermost edge of his companions with arms crossed, asked Metatron a question, wanting to understand the whole story. Lucifer, having grasped the gist, turned and left without a word. He was ready to complete the mission; as Seraphim, he naturally had to lead in all aspects.
"Hmm, God said to choose a suitable design from our submissions."
Metatron watched the Archangel's departing figure and said with a nonchalant smile.
"Heh heh, this will definitely become the cutest currency in history."
Back in his palace, Messiah immediately abandoned his official duties and devoted himself entirely to creative design. The blond man holding carving tools grinned mischievously, clearly having come up with a brilliant design.
He carefully recalled Lucifer's face, combining it with the various painting techniques he still retained from his past life. The Holy Son decided to openly retaliate against him, after all, Lucifer had given him a sound thrashing back then.
A few days later, Jehovah was the first to receive Messiah's work. While the other Archangels were diligently working on their pieces, he confidently rushed to the Grand Cathedral of the Crystal Heaven to deliver his work.
Jehovah, his fingers tracing the raised engraving on the gold coin, stared speechlessly at the miniature Lucifer. A chubby-cheeked, three-headed figure, wrapped in a simple white robe, his childlike body shrouded in a hazy white robe, six wings of holy light unfurling behind him like a toy. Watching Messiah's smug smile with indifference, Jehovah couldn't understand his foolishness. Had this child forgotten the consequences of provoking Lucifer…?
Since Messiah was so enthusiastic, why refuse? He could at least watch the show.
"Your design is good; it can be adopted."
The God in the holy light smiled faintly, offering a slight compliment to Messiah.
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