I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 541 - 539: What God is Like

Chapter 541: Chapter 539: What God is Like

Baphomet followed Yaha back to the room, it found a corner to lie down in, resting its head on the floor, and started to lowly moan with sorrow.

Yaha saw Baphomet this dispirited for the first time. No, this was an expression of utter heartbreak. He approached Baphomet, touched its head, and said, "You beast, what are you whining about? You’ve consumed humans, yet no one has clamored for your life. Wei Tianyang merely punished you; what do you have to complain about?!"

Baphomet lay on its side as if dead and telepathically said, "Ah ah~ Ah ah~ My king... My king has exiled me... I could have stood by his side... I could have become a more important character... Now, I have been demoted; I’ve become a secondary character to a secondary character... Wuuu wuuu..."

"What are you talking about? What secondary character? I don’t understand any of that. All I know is that he’s changed, he no longer tolerates you as before, and you’ve changed, too; you’ve started eating humans! This hotel is still called Pei Guode, but I feel it has completely changed inside. Baphomet, if you want to follow me, you’ll have to listen to me from now on!" Yaha said.

"Yaha... I will follow you from now on, just don’t think about getting rid of me. I promise I won’t eat people around me anymore. I swear to you, just take me with you, and I will obey you completely," Baphomet telepathically said.

"If only you had learned to restrain yourself earlier, you wouldn’t have fallen to this low point. You beast, it is all self-inflicted. Just obediently follow me. But you should understand that the me now is entirely different from the fool you knew. If you do something that makes me want to abandon you, I won’t hesitate," Yaha said.

Baphomet lost all its temper at this and lay on the floor, wagging its tail, looking pathetically at Yaha.

On the other side...

Wei Tianyang changed into a new set of clothes while Zhao Ling sat at the foot of the bed, gazing at him with admiration.

"You’ve scared them," Zhao Ling said.

"They need... to adapt," Wei Tianyang said.

"Yaha lacks the experience to manage a vast organization, and Rada Gan’s capabilities are, in my eyes, nothing more than child’s play. If you want to do something significant, they are not the ideal candidates," Zhao Ling said.

"It’s still up to me to decide," Wei Tianyang said.

He opened the window. It was getting dark, but the streets were still noisy, crowded like ants, and the lights were gradually coming on. Everything seemed so peaceful and tranquil.

But he knew that human society operated on a fragile chain, bound by an inevitable destiny and controlled by man-made "currency" throughout each person’s life.

Most people bustled about, born, grew old, sickened, died, struggled with poverty, lived quietly, and died unheard. Meanwhile, in the designed "upper class," it was all about glitz and extravagance, squandering and wasting, regarding those below as less than insects.

This was the world created by humans, a world with its flaws.

A façade of peace was maintained by delicate chains, as the few incited the many to bleed, suffer, and plunge into war and poverty. This structure of the world, persistent for thousands of years, never changes its essence regardless of the system, "A small fraction wielding violence enslaves the large masses divided by public opinion."

"What have you been busy with these days?" Zhao Ling suddenly asked.

Wei Tianyang didn’t conceal the truth and said, "You know I can see the dead, communicate with them, and even make use of them. I’m not the only one in this world with this power, but there aren’t many. I’ve always wanted to know the origin of this ability, where exactly that Heavenly Falling Object is."

"You could use your followers to investigate this matter," Zhao Ling said.

"They’re too slow, and they’re shackled by societal rules," Wei Tianyang said.

"Such abilities are usually controlled by powerful nations. Why not ask the Presidents of the Western Alliance or the Sethiyan Federation?" Zhao Ling suggested.

"I’ve been there, of course. The President of the Federation is dead. I wanted to see if he knew where Spencer was, that old guy has been avoiding me. He has started to be wary of me, looking for ways to deal with me... and I trusted him so much before!" Wei Tianyang said, his eyes reddening.

As they were speaking, someone knocked on the door.

Wei Tianyang glanced at the door, which then opened, and Fujiwara Makoto stood by the doorframe. Her hair had grown out a bit, making her look like a tomboy.

"Brother Yang..." Fujiwara Makoto looked somewhat sorrowful.

"What’s wrong with you?" Wei Tianyang didn’t understand.

"I always feel like I... I seem to have lost my child... I hear them calling me..." Fujiwara Makoto said.

Wei Tianyang glanced at Fujiwara Makoto’s body and said, "Your uterus isn’t in your body."

Zhao Ling stepped forward, gently hugged her, and turned to Wei Tianyang, "The people who captured her took her uterus. I know what the pharma corporations are capable of."

"The ones who took her, they don’t seem like the pharma corps. I killed a few and destroyed their city. But they weren’t Spencer’s people either. I’ll go look for some clues," Wei Tianyang whispered.

"If... you see my child..." Fujiwara Makoto pleaded.

"You don’t have a child, Makoto. Don’t be defeated by these illusions, and stop feeling sorry for yourself," Wei Tianyang sighed.

He walked to the window, adjusted his collar, and looked up at the sky.

Zhao Ling looked at him, without saying goodbye.

Wei Tianyang soared into the clouds, becoming a tiny black dot.

Zhao Ling patted Fujiwara Makoto on the back and said, "Don’t blame him. He’s ascended a level and has become a King. He can only harden his tender heart and become unyielding. Come on, I’ll take you to meet the children."

Fujiwara Makoto nodded and followed Zhao Ling to the 21st floor.

The children Wei Tianyang had previously rescued now numbered in the hundreds, the eldest being seventeen or eighteen and the youngest four or five years old. Cha Na had become their King, as he was the only one who had been on the battlefield.

At this moment, all the children were gathered in a large room on the 21st floor, their daily routine after meals, to reminisce about their parents, ordinary days of the past, the onslaught of war, and how they had been brought here by Wei Tianyang.

These memories were a mix of good and bad, with some children complaining about being separated from their parents by Wei Tianyang, and orphaned children who had lost their parents and homes were grateful to be there.

The children sat in a circle, all looking at Cha Na, who held a sacred text, stumbling over the words of one of its Chapters.

"Heavenly Father received the supreme will’s revelation and wrote ten commandments on the clay tablet with His fingers for ordinary people to follow..." Cha Na read.

Zhao Ling and Fujiwara Makoto stood in the doorway, and for a moment, Zhao Ling thought she had entered a church, and the priest on the pulpit was giving a sermon.

Cha Na noticed her arrival, closed the book, jumped down from the stool, and said, "Aunt Zhao Ling."

"You were reading well, why stop? I love to listen," Zhao Ling smiled.

"This isn’t a joke, Aunt Zhao; it helps us find peace," Cha Na said.

"What brings you peace is this hotel and its sanctuary, not this storybook," Zhao Ling said.

"I won’t deny it, but the God described in these stories is slowly overlapping with him," Cha Na said.

"You don’t sound like a child when you talk, Cha Na," Zhao Ling said.

"People have to grow up; the mind definitely grows faster than the body," Cha Na said.

"What do you think God is like?" Zhao Ling asked.

Cha Na spread his arms, then pointed to his eyes and said, "Just like Wei Tianyang."