Only God
Chapter 371 - 327 Rebirth Day

Chapter 371: Chapter 327 Rebirth Day

Mira had been living in Heaven for a while when she began to visit the throne almost every day.

The reason was quite simple: the child liked it.

Children often don’t need many reasons for the things they do.

Mira enjoyed every word and sentence that God would utter, finding them all incredible; Mira loved it when God would occasionally stroke her head and show her all sorts of unimaginable beautiful scenery; Mira liked to flap her little wings, awkwardly flying back and forth in front of God, trying to elicit a bit of praise...

Chen Yi was always happy to accompany her.

A steep staircase rose before the throne, vanishing into the thick fog.

Mira stood at the bottom, gazing up at the faint light at the end of the stairs, then crouched down deeply and took a big breath.

She thought she saw God at the top of the stairs, beckoning to her.

Mira raised her hand, and the clouds around her gathered to form a hang glider in an instant. She grasped the sides of the glider, and with a flap of her wings, a gust of wind suddenly lifted her into the air.

After leaping up, she yelled excitedly in mid-air; as the wind died down, she glided and slowly flew to the end of the staircase.

When she was about to get close, she saw Chen Yi extending a hand and waiting.

Suddenly, Mira twisted the hang glider, showing her temperament by intentionally drifting off course, choosing not to go to the end of the staircase, but to float back instead, plotting to make God miss catching her.

She glided toward the starting point of the stairs, God’s figure along with the throne vanishing into the mist. Mira felt a childish sense of triumph; she flapped the hang glider, quickly lowering herself to land.

But when Mira was gradually reaching the starting point, she was suddenly taken aback.

There God stood, along with his throne, startlingly at the bottom of the staircase.

Chen Yi reached out and caught the struggling Mira.

"You’re too playful, Mira."

Having securely placed Mira on the ground, Chen Yi said softly, though his tone carried no reproach.

Mira felt a mix of embarrassment and joy at this, and then started laughing while clutching her stomach.

Chen Yi tenderly stroked her head.

Children can be adorable at times and headache-inducing, even downright infuriating at others. However, if a child can’t cause you any harm or bring any trouble, then all that’s left is their adorableness.

And in the Heavenly City, no one can bring harm to others, nor cause much trouble for anyone.

Mira stood amidst the Cloud Sea, gazing into the distance.

"What are you looking at?"

Chen Yi asked.

"The Mortal World..."

Mira, thinking of something, naively asked:

"If it’s so wonderful here, why do people live in the Mortal World instead of coming straight up here?"

To Mira, who was almost eternally alive, and to the child who had seen countless souls ascend to Heaven, the weight of death was actually very light—insignificant, even.

Wouldn’t it be nice if a kind person could bypass the simple act of death and go straight to Heaven?

Mira was puzzled.

"That’s a good question."

Chen Yi thought for a moment and then explained softly:

"Let’s make an analogy, Mira. Some people on Earth feel they can’t go on because of suffering, want to end it all by themselves, but they’re afraid of the pain before death. Hell is like that kind of pain."

Upon hearing this, Mira suddenly understood a bit more why the mortals on Earth didn’t go through self-termination to reach the above the Cloud Sea.

Self-destruction is a shortcut through pain.

God had said that those who take their own lives cannot set foot in this place, not that the shortcut was forbidden, but rather it should be avoided if possible.

"But... God, how do you measure it, how complex a person’s heart is, how do you discern whether a person had no choice but to take their own life?"

Children’s questions often lack taboo—Mira would ask whatever came to mind.

Chen Yi’s gaze fell, then with a smile, he spoke to Mira:

"In this world, there is my Law.

I can count every hair on your heads, how could I not know what you’re thinking?

Sometimes, you cannot count your own thoughts, just as you cannot count the number of hairs on your head."

Chen Yi looked at Mira,

speaking very simply.

After all, he had to make it understandable to a child; it couldn’t be too complex.

Mira seemed to understand, shook her head, and whispered:

"I really can’t count all the hairs on my own head..."

She was a bit lazy and didn’t want to stand anymore, then bent down and lay on the Cloud Sea, continuing to watch the land below.

Then, Mira pointed to a place, asking:

"What’s that? There are so many people down there! It’s packed!"

"Danschel."

Chen Yi said.

Danschel...

Mira searched her memory; the name sounded familiar.

"Danschel... and Pop... Ratour Empire?"

The country’s full name was a mouthful and hard to remember, but Mira still recalled it.

She remembered her mother mentioning that Danschel and Pop Ratour were originally two separate kingdoms that merged into one, possessing two crowns, two thrones.

Although it was rare for a country to have multiple monarchs, it wasn’t unheard of.

However, what really piqued Mira’s curiosity was that this nation didn’t refer to itself as a Kingdom but an Empire, and its two rulers were not called Kings but Emperor and Co-Emperor.

"Oh, they’re having a festival, a Rebirth Anniversary, it’s the Rebirth Anniversary!"

Mira exclaimed joyfully as she pressed her whole body against the clouds.

Of course, she knew what a Rebirth Anniversary was; her mother, Lian Xidi, had told her it was the day of Lian Xidi’s awakening of self-consciousness, as well as the day when the multitude on the land were resurrected from death.

Her mother’s narration had been vivid and was still etched in Mira’s memory. At that time, when the land’s creatures were suffering, God’s glory appeared from the sky, and in that instant, men and women, young and old, rich and poor, righteous or unworthy, were resurrected together.

Below the Cloud Sea, Danschel was holding a grand festival today. The plaza was crowded, Lutes were played by Minstrels everywhere, the church doors were nearly bursting, and people sang hymns along the streets—the whole Empire was immersed in celebratory festivity.

And what caught Mira’s eye the most was the theater in the Imperial Capital where people wore a variety of costumes and performed all kinds of operas.

This novel thing quickly caught Mira’s attention, as she shifted forward, trying to get closer to the scene.

Chen Yi watched Mira’s small movements, seeing the child’s thoughts.

Not long ago, this child had said she wanted to stay here forever, yet now she was already reneging; her words indeed couldn’t be taken at face value.

Chen Yi shook his head.

He knew that Mira was a child who couldn’t sit still and didn’t tolerate solitude; in her nature, the fire of curiosity never extinguished, filled with yearning for the fresh experiences of the Mortal World.