Only God
Chapter 250 - 215 Is there such a God in this world?

Chapter 250: Chapter 215 Is there such a God in this world?

In the forest, a brown bear slowly emerged.

Its ferocious eyes spied on Asis, who was pondering "Who am I?" inching ever closer.

Having not eaten for several days and now seeing a lone human, the brown bear, typically reluctant to provoke humans, cast aside nearly all of its reservations.

Asis did not notice the changes around him, still staring at his reflection in the water, pondering the answer to the problem.

"Who am I?" This seemingly simple question was profoundly unimaginable.

Asis’s thinking furrowed his brows. In the phrase "Who am I?" "am" meant definition, meant existence, while "who" meant the content of the definition.

This young man was engaged in abstract, philosophical thinking, and was deeply fascinated by it, completely oblivious to the impending danger.

"What a profound question—Who am I?"

Asis muttered,

"Logically speaking, I am Asis, but who is Asis? What collection of meanings does the name Asis imply? Why, when people speak of Asis, do they think of me and not someone else?"

He was the second son of a sage, adept at thinking and had solved countless problems, yet when he faced this one question, he could not find a definitive answer.

"We are like frogs in a well who think the bit of sky and moss around us are the whole world."

Asis said this with a sigh.

Then, he suddenly had a novel thought.

"Is there any Divine being who ponders the question ’Who am I?’"

At this thought, Asis’s eyes lit up,

"Does any Divine being know the answer to this question? Do they really know who they are?"

Asis’s thoughts surged like a tide, wave after wave, while the brown bear in the woods drew ever closer, its mixed fangs slightly bared.

Death God Nakbet quietly watched Asis.

"The question ’Who am I?’ is quite interesting."

Nakbet thought to himself.

But he did not delve deeper, merely waited slowly for this life’s death.

Asis suddenly slapped the ground in front of him, having thought of something that gave him goosebumps.

"Is there a god whose answer to ’Who am I’ is... ’I am ’am’?"

A philosophical Supreme God unexpectedly emerged from Asis’s mind; he was startled by his own thought, a sage trembling all over, the crushed leaves crisp underfoot, the bright air gradually turning heavy, yet he was completely unaware of the approaching death.

"Am" is a definition, a form of existence.

And Asis thought, perhaps there is a god who is the definition itself, the existence itself.

He is "am," he is who, then he is who.

Asis murmured,

"Is there such a god in this world?!"

No sooner had he spoken,

the brown bear behind him had already opened its gaping maw, fiercely biting into Asis’s neck.

The young man didn’t react in time, his body stiffened, his neck snapped instantly, his face still fixed in puzzlement.

The sage was eaten by the brown bear.

Death God Nakbet slowly approached, He raised His scythe of death, and slowly hooked over Asis’s soul, not allowing him to reach the distant mountaintop.

"You are a curious and thoughtful soul."

Nakbet whispered,

"Very suitable as the first visitor to the afterlife."

Then, His gaze turned towards the Celestial Kingdom.

"I wonder how Hiris is doing with the forge."

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.........

The cold wind was baffling over the snow-covered mountains.

The sky revealed the white belly of a fish; dawn was quietly arriving.

Hiris guarded in front of the altar, kneeling, having waited the entire night.

The god of the mountain and artisans slowly raised his eyes, looking at the altar before him, his hands joined and slightly trembling.

On the altar, a lamp was still burning, its oil long exhausted, seemingly about to extinguish at any moment.

If it were to go out, it would not be surprising.

But...

it kept burning.

Hiris’s eyes moistened, somewhat disbelieving.

He gently touched his forehead to the altar, murmuring,

"I... know the answer now."

As much as oil burns, it eventually runs out, and the cold mountain winds will one day blow out the lamp on the altar.

But...

this flickering lamp,

Divine power kept it from extinguishing all night long.

From this,

Hiris knew their father’s answer.

Father promised everything, gave them liberty.

Hearing someone climbing the mountain, Hiris slowly stood up from the ground, no longer hesitant, his feet kicked off, stepping into the mountain’s fierce winds, and in a blink, he headed towards the Celestial Kingdom.

The Priest slowly climbed the mountain, coming for the sacrifice, and when he stepped on the last stair and looked up.

In front of him, the lamp on the altar was still burning.

The Priest incredulously watched the scene, just as he was about to approach, the lamp went out.

"Is this... an illusion?"

The Priest muttered.

The oil they added each night simply could not sustain a lamp burning all night.

Logically, the lamp on the altar should have extinguished at midnight.

"It must... be an illusion."