Only God
Chapter 249 - 214 Praying to Father

Chapter 249: Chapter 214 Praying to Father

Hiris stood upon the Death Star.

Though he tried to persuade Nakbet, the will of the Death God was still firm; he still longed to create an afterlife world.

Left with no choice, Hiris wielded his Divine Hammer, using the power of death to forge the essentials for the Netherworld upon the Death Star.

Meanwhile, the Death God Nakbet went to the surface of the earth, knowing death, he sought souls on the brink of dying to experiment with.

Hiris faced the distant high mountains and knelt down, clasping his hands together.

At that moment, he prayed like a mortal.

After praying, Hiris stood up from the ground, now overwhelmed with emotions.

In the distant past, he had been hesitant and confused, not knowing what kind of father the supreme God was.

In the heart of the mountain and craftsman god, there had been endless doubts, for before knowing him, the father’s image was unclear, allowing fear to smear it; if He were supreme, by reasoning, He must be indifferent, just as the sun rises in the east and sets in the west—a rule unchanging through the ages.

"But the father is not the sun, He created the sun,"

Hiris murmured sentimentally.

If the father wished, the sun could also rise in the west and set in the east.

Then, Hiris thought of something, lowered his head, and murmured,

"Shanon, may you be at peace."

When a loved one dies, when a father who deeply loves his son loses him, the only thing to do is to wish for his son to go to a beautiful place.

Hiris knew that the mortals on the earth always sought the direction of the afterlife, and for this, they compiled various legends.

But in this era, no one would say that there is no afterworld.

Because,

"To not go anywhere after death is a very cruel thing."

Fortunately, the afterworld truly exists; God created it.

Gradually, Hiris collected his thoughts, he swung the Divine Hammer in his hand, working for the Death God Nakbet, crafting his various needs.

"Afterworld... Netherworld."

Hiris, in front of the blazing furnace, couldn’t help but murmur.

Death God Nakbet... He didn’t know that the sky is higher than the land, the mountain higher than the abyss, yet he foolishly dreamed of creating an afterworld. Hiris thought of this and couldn’t help but worry deeply.

Was this an encroachment upon the father?

"Are we offending our father?"

Hiris murmured, as the Divine Hammer struck the red-hot metal repeatedly.

"Perhaps... our father does not mind, nor does he care?"

Hiris couldn’t be sure.

After hammering the metal for two days and two nights, having completed a small portion of the work, Hiris took a deep breath and temporarily set down the Divine Hammer.

Hiris was still undecided, he hadn’t made up his mind whether he should create an afterworld for the Death God.

Looking towards the distant earthly world, Hiris stared at the snowy high mountains where the Elf Priests were praying before the altar, the mountaintop’s radiance holy and brilliant.

Offerings of lights were prominently placed before the altar.

Elf Priests were praying to the Divine, chanting "Lord, God" in such a way, their words traveling across the great distances to the ears of the mountain and craftsman god.

Hiris suddenly had an idea and patted his head made of ore.

Since he was undecided and speculating in various ways, why not pray directly? Why not seek an answer himself?

The straightforward and simple Hiris immediately had a thought.

Hiris looked at the offered lights before the high mountain altar, patiently waiting for the priests to leave.

Shortly after, the Elf Priests finished their prayers, and as the sun slowly set, this holy land of the Nus Kingdom was enveloped in the night.

Hiris donned the Four-direction Flying Boots and draped himself with a Concealing Cloak forged from the darkness of night. With a push of his feet, he left the Celestial Kingdom in the blink of an eye, riding the great winds of the world, and soon arrived at the altar atop the mountain.

No matter how keen the Logos people were, they were ultimately mortals and thus could not perceive the arrival of a Divine being.

Hiris extended his hand and gently touched the lamp offered on the altar.

The rough tips of his fingers felt the base of the lamp. The flame flickered in the cold wind, teetering between extinguishing and burning.

Hiris clasped his hands in prayer before the lamp and whispered softly,

"My Father, I pray to you.

My doubts, I know you understand them."

Saying this, Hiris closed his eyes tightly and bowed his head slightly.

The lamp’s light cast a glow on his face, wavering as if it might extinguish at any moment.

Hiris continued,

"Father, should we create the afterlife?

If you are unwilling, let this lamp be extinguished,

Father, I accept all your arrangements."

After speaking, Hiris stood quietly in front of the lamp, waiting.

The cold wind came from behind him.

The lamp before the mountain and the artisan god flickered, weak and frail, hardly withstanding the harsh wind—it wouldn’t be surprising if it were to be extinguished at any moment.

Yet, Hiris could not be certain,

Was the lamp,

Indeed extinguished, or not?

............

............

"Who am I?"

On the earth, in a corner far removed from the known world.

A creature looked at its reflection in the lake water.

The reflection seemed both like a Three-eyed Ape Person, without the dense hair and third eye, and like an Elf, but without the long-pointed ears and ancient fate.

He was in the Secret Forest, surrounded by wild and silent nature, the clear reflection in the lake, and the rustling of the leaves swirling around his ears.

The man gazed at his own reflection in the water and again asked,

"Who am I?"

Among the shadows of the trees, the Death God Nakbet, holding a scythe, silently observed the man before him.

This man, whom Nakbet could sense was on the brink of death, appeared because a new species, created by Divine King Shan En gathering the powers of the Gods.

As soon as this species came into existence, the knowledge and wisdom of Logos people, Three-eyed Ape People, and others were innately infused into them, enabling them to learn cultivation, livestock raising, and to form small city-states through close-knit tribal connections in a very short time.

This man, Asis, was a wise man’s second son. Unlike other humans busy hunting, farming, or tending livestock, Asis spent his days stepping into the forest, patiently observing everything around him and deriving his own philosophy from these observations.

Then one day, Asis inadvertently saw his reflection in the water and questioned: Who am I?

Asis was perpetually puzzled, he couldn’t find an answer to this question.

This profound question was indeed too difficult for a newly emerged species.

Nevertheless, Asis didn’t give up.

He stared fixedly into his reflection in the water, trying to discern something from it.

What he did not know was,

The Death God quietly stood in the shadows, awaiting the soul of this soon-to-die mortal.