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Chapter 63 - 59 Book of Kings and Prophets

Chapter 63: Chapter 59 Book of Kings and Prophets

King Yarlessto adored poetry, relished in half-true, half-fictitious legends, and cherished every transformation that occurred in the Logos Mortal World...

The King would often stand at the altar atop the mountain, gazing down upon the Logos Kingdom. In two hundred years, people had ceased living in crude wooden huts; instead, they had erected row upon row of lengthy houses using bricks and stones. Countless murals had spread throughout the streets and alleys as the Kingdom flourished, and bustling markets were brightly lit all through the night.

The people of Logos no longer relied on hunting for survival, nor did they need to become either a Hunter or a Priest upon reaching adulthood.

Thus, professions such as stonemasons, coppersmiths, farmers, butchers, and so forth, had emerged from the original society, and with them, poetry, script, rituals... all sprouted beautiful buds as bright proofs of a splendid civilization.

The wise Elders who originally held power, under the guise of civilization, constructed early moral concepts of civilization and transformed into governing Nobles.

If the founders of Logos civilization were God, the Prophet, and the malevolent former King, then King Yarlessto was building a magnificent edifice of civilization upon that foundation.

The Kingdom grew increasingly prosperous. The wise Elders, who had become Nobles, unceasingly extolled King Yarlessto. The Priests in the Pattern Garden held the son of the Prophet in even higher respect, and poems about the King filled the Kingdom, day and night singing praises of his and his father’s famous names.

King Yarlessto took pride in his achievements.

"King, the history book you commanded to be compiled has now been carved,"

The Elders kneeled on the ground and reported to King Yarlessto.

King Yarlessto slowly rose from the throne; over the years, he had developed an awe-inspiring presence even when not angry.

"Lead me there."

The stone stele, bearing the history of the past, stood in the largest square of the Kingdom, and the beginning of the stele bore the name of this history book—"The Book of Kings and Prophets."

The crowd held their breath, feeling profound respect as they watched the King approach the stele.

King Yarlessto gazed at the stele, and under the sunlight, each character on the marble sparkled, as if highlighting the splendor of the Kingdom. He walked over and tenderly touched the first line.

It was engraved by the King himself:

In the beginning,

Heaven and Earth were separated in darkness.

Then,

God descended into an era when nothing in the world had yet been named.

King Yarlessto no longer remembered what mood he had been in when he carved those words, but now as he touched them again, he felt the immense distance of time and the vastness of history.

He recalled the scene on that island, when God had departed, and humility and reverence spontaneously welled up within him. Compared to the centuries shared with God, his own two hundred years seemed trivial.

"God is the master of all things, forever the master of all!"

The King knelt down, bowed his head, his hand on the stele, and the people also knelt and unanimously praised God’s salvation, like a grand pilgrimage.

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The glory of civilization made King Yarlessto proud.

Undoubtedly, he had become a Wise King, far surpassing Sapo.

The stele marking history, made from the finest marble, had slaves laboring day and night in the quarries, year after year, until the craftsmen selected a piece of stone so perfect that it was almost flawlessly polished, shining under the sunlight like the surface of water.

This stele was also the culmination of this radiant civilization.

However, King Yarlessto was not satisfied.

In his view, the brilliance of Logos civilization was not limited to this.

There had to be a grand, majestic marvel, like a miraculous spectacle, created by the hands of the Logos people to manifest upon the Earth.

This wonder, so majestic it would make future generations unable to replicate it, even doubt whether it truly came from the hands of Logos people rather than a gift from God.

King Yarlessto stood atop the high mountain’s altar, looking down upon the scene before him.

Next to the King, was a mural dedicated to the worship of Prophet Al.

"A colossus, build a colossus of my father."

King Yarlessto caressed the mural, murmuring:

"Let the future generations remember my father’s story, let the myth endure forever."

Even after thousands of years, even though the Logos Kingdom was engulfed by the river of time, the colossal statue would still stand unyielding.

If one day...

God were to return,

Perhaps on this desolate land, he would recall the world’s first Prophet, remember the people he had once saved.

After King Yarlessto made up his mind, he returned to the palace. The first thing he did was not to summon the powerful nobles, but to call upon his own brother, Dertulian.

Since his ascension to the throne, Dertulian had never once defied him.

King Yarlessto saw that since their father’s death, Dertulian had become silent, having lost the passion and fervor to contend with him.

The King always remembered his promise to his father.

After the conflicts between the two brothers had subsided, what followed was mutual empathy and compassion.

King Yarlessto cared for his brother, thus he insisted that Dertulian join him in the rituals to the deities every year. The wise elders noticed this regard, hence they held Dertulian in high esteem.

It wasn’t long before a servant led Dertulian up to the palace.

"Dertulian, I want to construct a colossal statue of our father."

As he stepped into the palace, King Yarlessto descended from his throne to meet his brother’s gaze on an equal level, rather than looking down from above.

Dertulian lifted his face.

He had been observant of his elder brother’s deeds over the years.

Two hundred years had been enough to completely dissolve any deep-seated animosity.

For these brothers, the irony was that only after their father’s death did they truly begin to embrace their kinship, finally learning to love each other.

"As you wish, Yarlessto, as you wish."

Dertulian, who seemed out of place in the current kingdom, was indifferent to many things.

Over the years, he had contemplated matters relating to God.

In the past, Dertulian had not cared about God’s departure, but ever since hearing Antion’s statement that "the people of Logos are God’s children," Dertulian seemed to have found his lifelong mission.

Day by day, Dertulian grew more devout; realizing God’s departure made him even more pious.

After obtaining his brother’s consent, King Yarlessto slowly nodded. Then, the King instructed his servants to summon the kingdom’s nobles and the master craftsmen, skilled in their trade, to the palace.

King Yarlessto had long grown accustomed to feeding the tiger of power. When the nobles heard the decree, not one raised an objection; the craftsmen immediately set out across the kingdom, gathering materials and selecting sites as per the King’s command.

Inside the palace, no one questioned King Yarlessto’s decision.

For the authority of both King Yarlessto and Prophet Al had, with the passage of time and prolonged rule, become deeply rooted in the kingdom.

Once the King’s decree was issued, nearly everyone praised his decision, agreeing that constructing such a spectacular monument to commemorate God’s Prophet was only fitting and morally appropriate for the glorious Logos civilization of the day.

Dertulian stood to the right of the King’s Throne, yet he alone remained coldly detached from it all.

For this prophet’s younger son knew,

The splendor before him was built upon a false illusion.

The world meticulously constructed by Yarlessto, where God still existed, would collapse in an instant when calamity struck.

Humans cannot live in illusions forever.

Thus,

It is necessary to bring back the departed God!

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