Only God
Chapter 66 - 62 Dertulian

Chapter 66: Chapter 62 Dertulian

Atop the mountain summit, branches twinkled with a dim radiance.

Leaves swayed with the cold winds that swept over the peak, seemingly ready to fall off at any moment, yet no matter how fiercely the cold breeze slapped them, they remained firmly attached.

It appeared that without God’s consent, not a single leaf would drop from the branches of this tree.

Chen Yi was still in the throes of prolonged decline.

Decline was not destruction.

Destruction meant absolute obliteration, an eternal departure, as if one had never existed.

The spirit of God settled upon every living being, thereby shaping the souls of countless creatures, which meant that God could never be destroyed.

Decline, however, was a relative stillness, an unconscious state, akin to a person closing their eyes at life’s end, yet not passing away.

Thus, although Chen Yi was in decline, it didn’t mean that He was completely unaware of changes in the outside world.

Although this awareness was so faint it could almost be disregarded, it ensured that God would not be disturbed by any noise.

Centuries ago, on a certain day, a bewildered soul had climbed to the summit of the high mountain.

In His unconsciousness, God sensed Dertulian and the tumultuous fate of those who would later follow him, the Logos people.

In secret, He had allowed the Prophet’s second son to take away a leaf.

Was it a cursory act of care or an unknown selection?

All of this,

even Dertulian himself would not understand.

Perhaps...

only God knew.

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

Dertulian was mingling among the slaves building a colossal statue.

A whip cracked through the air, striking his back, instantly splitting skin and splattering blood.

Dertulian clenched his teeth, remained silent, and strenuously dragged a massive stone, climbing up a dirt slope, step by step.

Busy slaves awaited this giant stone, four pairs of arms flipped the stone upright, and together pushed it onto the statue.

Dertulian got no moment of respite as the overseer urged from behind,

"Big guy, go move another massive stone!"

Dertulian silently bowed his head, his face covered in sweat, he immediately jumped down from the dirt slope, secured the rope around another huge stone, and then forcefully dragged it up the slope.

He had been a slave here for three full years.

In other words, this descendant of Al had been detached from his prior priestly life for three years.

Aside from Antion, no one knew where he had gone.

But fortunately, Logos people lived long lives; disappearing for three or four years wasn’t something too concerning.

Especially since before becoming a slave, Dertulian had occasionally left the Kingdom to go hunting in the outside world, maintaining his skills as a Hunter for as long as two years or as short as several months.

Now, Dertulian, ascetic, tenacious, and reticent, would always kneel on the ground during the brief periods of rest at night, hands together in prayer, his physical pain honing his spiritual fervor.

As the sun gradually set, the day’s work was nearing an end, and the slaves finally had time to rest.

The overseers hurried the slaves to collect their barley porridge and coarse baked bread, verbal urging often failed to have the desired effect, even though the slaves were starving, they were too exhausted to walk steadily.

Dertulian collected his share of barley porridge and bread, and sat down right there.

Soon, a group of emaciated slaves gathered around Dertulian.

As the second son of the Prophet, Dertulian had cultivated a generous nature.

Unconcerned with material comforts, he often freely shared his food with other slaves.

Many among the slaves were hunters from bygone eras, unable to endure the pains of cultural advancement, swallowed by the tides of history, and reduced to slavery, seeing Dertulian’s immense strength and imposing stature, they willingly followed him, and Dertulian quickly became the one who could resolve disputes among the slaves.

As night fell, Dertulian would engage in devout prayers.

Though Dertulian was reticent, he was familiar with the stories of God from the historical texts, and during his prayers, he often recited passages from them. The slaves, who didn’t understand the historical texts well, would therefore pray along with him.

The slaves often shed tears during his prayers.

For Dertulian spoke with such pious eloquence, and the era he described was so beautiful.

"The end has come, and at that time, God saved everyone."

During prayers, Dertulian often recited the last paragraphs of the history books, and the slaves, having heard this narration multiple times, would recall their endless suffering and weep bitterly.

After the prayers, the slaves still gathered around Dertulian, knowing that this well-read man could tell them secrets not recorded in the historical texts.

Dertulian told them, God had left.

At first, not a slave exchanged glances, staring at Dertulian incredulously.

God had left?

No one dared believe what Dertulian was saying.

However, as Dertulian’s influence deepened and his prayers resonated more deeply, the slaves of Logos began to doubt as they reviewed their constant suffering. Their resolute hearts began to waver.

Had God truly left?

It’s because God had left that we began to enslave each other, taming others like domesticating livestock.

The more Dertulian narrated the stories recorded in the history books, the more the slaves believed God had indeed left.

The slaves realized that the happiness and beauty from the stories had now drifted far from them.

Such happiness and beauty couldn’t have disappeared without reason.

And the reason, as Dertulian told them—was that God had left.

Because God had left, the people of Logos had begun to enslave each other, and so much sin had proliferated.

We cannot remain stagnant in sin; we need to return to that era, to the era when God was still present.

God was the spiritual foundation of the people of Logos.

Tonight,

Dertulian sat at the center of the slaves, scanning the crowd around him.

Unknowingly, hundreds had gathered around this place.

With his current influence, rallying nearly thousands overnight wouldn’t be an issue.

Dertulian realized that perhaps the time had come.

He had come among the slaves, severing connections with many, including his brother Yarlessto.

Yet, Dertulian still maintained contact with Antion.

They knew that just two people couldn’t sail out to find where God was.

But if thousands sailed together, then King Yarlessto could no longer ignore it. By then, it would be too late to stop them, and Dertulian could coerce his brother to send the Unihorns to escort them.

Dertulian longed to return to that era.

Back to the era when God was still present, to the time of throwing spears and hunting large beasts, to the time when the people of Logos did not enslave one another.

For this, Dertulian stood up from the ground.

The second son of the Prophet looked around at each slave present; they were gaunt, their eyes filled with weariness, but compared to the affluent and wise Elders, these were the people who truly devoutly believed in God.

All eyes were looking up at Dertulian, waiting for his words.

He said:

"God has left, has been gone for hundreds of years. The people of Logos are not born slaves; they are children of God.

God has left, and we are left behind, like wheat fallen to the ground.

We cannot just die like this. God has left, and we have to leave this place, to bring God back, to bring that era back."

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