Only God
Chapter 435: Day 384 of Rebirth (Added 2 in 1)_2

Chapter 435: Day 384 of Rebirth (Added 2 in 1)_2

"God, protect us! Grant us your protection!"

"God, no!"

People desperately tried to escape the raging wind. Whether they were the hidden Primordial believers or the diligent Church believers, they were all equally fragile in the storm. They exerted all their strength, seeking shelter from the storm’s assault in various ways.

The wild wind, accompanied by torrential rain, roared like a beast set free. Birds that could not flee in time were torn apart; their feathers scattered everywhere, and even their flesh was ripped apart and mixed with the rain, falling to the ground until the storm ceased.

The Priest clung to a stone pillar, his body completely drenched and in utter panic. As he saw wave after wave of a tsunami approaching, he prayed continuously and clumsily ran towards the stone church in town, which was the nearest building.

The church’s main doors were overcrowded as people desperately squeezed inside, various shouts overlapping each other.

"It’s safe there!"

"Come on! Hurry! Get inside!"

"God, let us in!"

"Forget about your dad; he knows what to do!"

...Thousands of noisy voices combined were still insignificant compared to the storm. Another massive wave approached; the ocean was like an insatiable whale, constantly swallowing everything on land.

The Priest squeezed inside, not caring that the church was what they called the ’church of the harlot’; he just desperately pushed his way through.

As he was about to get inside, the original Priest suddenly turned around and saw a figure standing in the deserted street.

"Is that... that false Envoy?"

The Priest suddenly froze.

"Damn it, get in! Don’t block the way!"

Someone behind him shoved and cursed.

The Priest had to snap back to reality; he looked at the Envoy once more, murmuring to himself:

"She’s insane, insane, definitely a madwoman!"

The church swayed in the fierce wind, seemingly about to collapse.

People crowded, and the church, which could accommodate hundreds of people, might have squeezed in ten times more today. People everywhere huddled and shrank, their faces filled with panic.

"What is that person doing?!"

Suddenly, someone screamed in front of the window.

In an instant, dozens of eyes turned there; in that moment, everyone involuntarily gasped for air, seeing a blurred figure; whoever it was, must indeed be a madman.

They saw,

Someone walking before the storm.

In the empty streets, only that one person’s figure was visible.

"There’s still someone outside!"

"Lord! We should let that person in!"

"What are you thinking, opening the door?!"

Suddenly, the entire church boiled with arguments, the clamor and shouting never-ending. Everyone knew the arguing was futile, but no one was willing to give up the quarreling.

The violent wind made the entire church shake incessantly, the cruel hand of fate idly stirring a corner of this world, panic and screaming everywhere.

The giant waves rose higher and closer; in an instant, everyone inside the church held their breath, and under such fear, even the noisiest of birds had to learn silence.

At the narrow window,

People saw,

That person still standing in the storm.

...

...

Days later, within the Imperial Palace.

Anos was reviewing various documents submitted from all over the Empire.

Generally, the closer to the Imperial City, the more frequent the submission of documents, due to the constraints of the Empire’s laws as well as the imperial rule and control over the regions.

"Lola City encountered a storm..."

The co-ruling Empress focused on every word of the document. Storms in remote places from the Imperial City didn’t really need the Emperor’s attention; local Nobles and bureaucrats could handle them. However, Lola City was a city close to the Imperial City. If not handled properly, it could lead to issues in the Council of Elders and the Capital Council.

Flora stood beside the Empress, feeling a bit heartbroken seeing Anos so serious.

"You should put down the documents and rest for a while."

Flora spoke out,

"You should know, the ceremony is about to start soon."

Anos shook her head, gently refusing:

"Mother, I know what you’re saying, but I can’t help it..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Flora looked at her puzzled.

"What’s wrong?"

"Mother, you... you should see this,"

Anos handed the document to Flora.

"What..."

Flora took the document, looking at the segment Anos pointed to,

"’That person claims to be God’s Messenger’... What?!"

The eyes of the High Pastor of the Primordial Church slowly widened.

"When did this happen?!"

Flora asked urgently.

Anos, emotionless, spoke indifferently:

"Not long ago, this document was delivered three days ago."

How much time had actually passed?

How long had the storm lasted?

In the small town, some people said it had been four days, some said five, and others, still unsettled, mistakenly thought the storm had only passed yesterday.

In any case, the storm had ceased.

Inside the stone church,

the priest incredulously watched that person.

The Envoy sat next to the offerings on the altar, gently touching the scriptures on the stone tablet.

The priest of the Primordial Church knew that what the Envoy was focused on was the "Book of Thousand-Year-Old Prophets," which the Primordial Church did not recognize.

It wasn’t time for Mass, and there were few people in the church. The priest sat on the pew, still unsettled as he recalled the recent storm.

He stared at that person.

That was clearly a false envoy.

Yet, she had always stood in the storm, despite the waves crashing repeatedly, still unmoved.

And the priest had heard that in this storm, not a single person had died; the missing had almost all been found these past few days, even a fisherman swept into the sea was carried unconscious to the shore by the currents.

All these incredible coincidences added up to nothing other than a miracle, for which people could find no other word.

Under the storm, the entire small town had become desolate, everything needed to be rebuilt, and soon, the Imperial City’s disaster relief would arrive. If they were very lucky, the Emperor or the co-Emperor might come to inspect in person, and this small town could potentially live a more prosperous life than before.

The priest quietly watched that person.

The Envoy silently touched the tablet and said nothing.

After a while, the priest stood up and carefully approached the Envoy.

"Actually... actually, not a single person died."

The priest said hesitantly and bewilderedly,

"What did you... do in this storm?"

No one knew what she had done in the storm.

People only saw a madwoman remaining motionless throughout the storm, and then the waves had submerged the entire town until the waters receded, and there she still stood, as erect as the church beneath their feet.

The Envoy, without a sideways glance, continued,

"Whatever God asked me to do, I did."

The priest trembled slightly.

Reason told him that this person could not be an Envoy, the Pastor had already warned them through an edict not to believe her words.

But... no matter how much reason tried to intervene, it just happened that way.

Unable to contain himself, the priest asked,

"Why is it you?"

"Why not?"

The Envoy retorted.

The priest trembled even more,

"If it’s you,

does it mean...

we were all... wrong before?"

The Envoy didn’t say a word, still touching the Book of Thousand-Year-Old Prophets that the Primordial Church had rejected.

Suddenly,

The priest’s form faltered, collapsing to the ground, unable to accept the reality.

Her actions had already given the priest the best answer.

The priest knew well that many people doubted her, and the Primordial Church’s Pastor had personally denied her authenticity.

But...

How could you explain a miracle?

How could you refute a miracle?

The priest trembled, softly repeating the Envoy’s preachings from that time,

"On the day of rebirth, in front of the throne, how many are habitually deceitful... how many... utter lies after lies.

But who can deceive God...

Who can barter, shirking their wrongdoing..."

The Envoy’s gaze slowly drifted downward, and sunlight streamed in through the window behind her,

She truly was from God...

The priest’s voice choked up.

In that moment, his heart was bursting with words, but none could escape his lips.

At last, at last,

Only one sentence remained,

"I... I repent..."

The Envoy slowly stood up,

"Young man,

today, you shall be reborn."