Only God
Chapter 87 - 79: Two Grains of Wheat Fall to the Ground

Chapter 87: Chapter 79: Two Grains of Wheat Fall to the Ground

Flashes of lightning filled the sky, threatening to engulf the lone boat on the vast ocean at any moment.

Every creature facing this terrifying sight would grovel on the ground, begging for mercy endlessly. Should the thunderclouds cover the world, cries of fear would spread across the earth.

Dertulian’s anger was ablaze, the torrential rain unable to extinguish his fury towards the Gods.

The fierce wind ravaged the entire sea area, scattering the seawater struck by the lightning.

The boat, tossed helplessly and pitifully by the waves, was at the mercy of the Gods.

Yet, there stood a lone figure on the deck, seemingly never to fall.

"Praise you, shameful Gods!

Those cunning, high-above Gods!"

Dertulian raised his head, leaning on the broken mast, his tenacious will dominating his body, demonstrating a terrifying vitality.

The sound of thunder suddenly roared, as if the Gods were enraged by Dertulian’s provocation. Several bolts of lightning pierced through the sea water, warning this ignorant ant.

But the more the Gods warned, the more outraged Dertulian became.

"Listen, Gods,"

"I still believe in my God!"

Thick lightning followed his words and descended from the sky. Dertulian’s sharp eyes couldn’t even capture its trajectory, and by the time he reacted, all he saw was a white expanse.

"Ah!"

Dertulian screamed in pain, his body scorched by the lightning, instantly charred, his intense pain nearly ripping his spirit apart as he desperately clung to his will.

The historical tablet fell to the ground.

On the tumultuous lone boat, that outraged figure was in a sorry state.

From high above, he was just an ant, merely a grain of insignificant wheat.

The Gods tortured him to an unbearable extent, aiming to utterly crush his will.

After the lightning, Dertulian’s hands trembled violently; his whole body shook, making an incoherent whimpering sound.

He still desperately clung to the mast, supporting his body not to fall.

The tablet wobbled on the oar-sail ship.

Dertulian knew,

He had to be taut; he had to hold on...

Once he fell, his will would collapse.

Not knowing if it was the excruciating pain causing an illusion,

Dertulian suddenly felt as if all Logos people’s faith rested on his shoulders...

He could not fall!

Once he fell, the faith of the Logos people would succumb.

His hands clutched the mast, desperately hooking into it, his fingertips digging deep as he gasped for air, inhaling the damp air mixed with the stench of scorched skin.

"Ha...hahahaha!"

Facing the catastrophe of the Gods, he burst into laughter.

"Come out!

Gods, why do you hide in the storm?!"

Like a madman.

He was Logos, a son of God, Dertulian!

The storm raged, accompanied by the intimidation of the Gods. Fear surged into the lonely boat, yet this man still stood firm. He could not fall; he had to struggle, continue to struggle, he had to survive this storm, even if death awaited!

"Why do you intimidate us?"

"Why do you rule over us?!"

Dertulian’s whole body trembled,

He needed to roar, he needed to question,

"Come forth, Gods!

Do you not want me to worship you? Do you not want me to revere you?

Why do you hide in the storm?!"

The storm instantly engulfed all the scenes before him, and the Gods were enraged by this tiny mortal’s defiance—the brilliant lightning was proof enough.

The sea wailed in fear, and the sky cried in terror.

Yet, Dertulian clenched his teeth, lifting his human head,

Facing this immense disaster, facing this force that was about to grind humans like wheat,

He still let out a deafening roar:

"Come forth,"

"Face the people of Logos,"

"Face the true son of God!"

"Is it the mortals who fear the Gods, or is it you who fear us?!"

Gods threatened to crush humans, delivering lightning; this man was already bruised all over, yet he intended to intimidate all the Gods!

The storm grew fiercer with no sign of calming, dominated by thunder, rain, wails, and waves, mastering every inch of the corner.

Sudden clouds gathered towards the center and then split apart, revealing a God, embodied in lightning and resplendent glory, holding countless thunders in His hand.

"We are your new Gods, and you shall worship us!"

Divine King Shan En appeared, His majestic voice echoing through the Cloud Sea.

Behind Him appeared Prophetic God Kagawus, Dragon God Engar, Curse God Yikabe, and Water God Angel, each showing their forms.

The Gods fixed their gaze on this struggling Logos man.

Dertulian laughed loudly, looking at the God enveloped in lightning, laughing wildly and carelessly, his body still in extreme pain, but his laughter grew louder.

His laughter ignited the Divine King’s infinite fury.

"Believe in me, Dertulian! I am Shan En."

"Is my power not as splendid as my father’s? Am I not more glorious than my father?"

The lofty question echoed through the sky, shaking blood from Dertulian’s ears.

"What are you laughing at?!"

Faced with the question, Dertulian clenched his teeth tightly.

"Gods, you have finally come forth...

Such magnificent Gods have finally faced the people of Logos."

"That proves..."

No matter how the torrential rain poured, no matter how the lightning fell...

Dertulian’s body was still not crushed,

He made his final declaration, with his voice strained to the utmost:

"I have won,

In this struggle between man and God, it is man who has triumphed!"

The cry was so powerful that even the thunder couldn’t compare.

Shan En was enraged by this senseless Logos man; He lost all patience and, disregarding his own admiration for him, decided to give this man utter despair.

Endless lightning converged in His hands, the exploding sound gathering toward Shan En.

Suddenly, Shan En threw the amassed lightning from His hands.

The massive lightning engulfed the entire oar-sail ship, with only white light visible from a distance, and then intense pain swept over Dertulian’s entire body.

Even the sea was pierced by this lightning, creating a large hole.

Thick smoke billowed from the sea surface, and the entire oar-sail ship began to catch fire, and all the Logos people in the cabin fainted.

Dertulian’s body was charred, looking as if he were dead, leaning against the broken mast.

Shan En looked at this unyielding Logos man.

That terrifying lightning was enough to make any living creature in the world submit.

Dertulian remained motionless, his body uncontrollably falling backward, about to fall, but his hands still clung to the ship’s rail, barely keeping him propped up.

Shan’en watched this unknowing Dertulian, whose consciousness was on the verge of dissipating, his lips trembling slightly in the wind and rain.

His attention focused on those trembling lips, wanting to hear what this dying man had to say.

This dying soul,

would he plead desperately, would he finally submit...

Dertulian leaned weakly against the rail, using his last bit of strength to murmur,

"Lord,"

"I only believe in You..."

Up until this moment,

Dertulian’s faith had not wavered in the slightest.

He was so insignificant to the Gods, yet they could do nothing about his faith.

In the sky covered with dark clouds, Shan’en’s rage conjured an ocean-like thunder.

Dertulian’s entire body was charred, all sensation gone.

So, in this storm-swept sea...

No one noticed,

the leaf on Dertulian’s chest emitting a faint glow.

Dertulian’s eyes nearly closed, feeling he would die here in this sea, nameless and forgotten.

At this moment, his thoughts began to dissipate.

Humans were so insignificant to the Gods; perhaps, perhaps if they had heeded Antion’s advice, they would not have fallen into this dire situation...

Late fear and regret surged into his spirit.

He had once proudly claimed that humans were the children of God, but now?

Even the children of God were in such a disarray, utterly defeated in the face of the Gods’ trials.

Defying the Gods...

How arrogantly foolish.

Thunder gathered in the sky, its booming sound incessant.

Shan’en’s anger was manifested in the thunder, countless bolts lighting up the cloud-covered heaven and earth in a bright, luminous white.

Humans had killed the cow they were commanded not to, defying the Gods.

Because of humans’ defiance, the Gods would bring down the ultimate disaster.

Everything was about to end...

Dertulian thought,

Humans would never return to God’s side.

Dertulian tried desperately to lift his head, but he had not an ounce of strength.

"If he is in pain, if he is confused,"

"Lord, please do not abandon my brother."

A voice... a voice that should not have been there, now echoed around Dertulian’s ears.

The leaf on his chest shone brilliantly.

The leaf floated on its own, that light soaring towards the Celestial Kingdom.

Dertulian couldn’t see the light, he could only hear the voice.

Was it an illusion...

or...

Dertulian thought, this was just a fleeting glimpse before death.

However, when he struggled to lift his eyelids...

A ghostly figure stood on the deck.

It was a soul holding the Unihorn Staff, it was... Yarlessto’s soul!

Yarlessto looked at his brother, battered and bruised, before he gazed at the Gods appearing in the sky.

Dertulian couldn’t believe his own eyes.

He saw Yarlessto smile at him, then slowly turn towards the incessant sea, his gaze resting on that flying leaf.

Then, as if guided by something, Yarlessto raised the Unihorn Staff, as if calling out to something.

In an instant, his figure disappeared into the sea.

After that...

The light on the leaf shone prominently.

First, a pale yellow bird’s beak slowly emerged from the water.

Then, a slender white body burst out of the water,

Yarlessto’s soul stretched out his hand, but instead spread a pair of swan wings!

Every feather shone radiantly.

Dertulian watched incredulously, just like in that story,

Under the miracle manifested by the Lord,

his brother...

Yarlessto had transformed into a swan.

Tears rolled from Dertulian’s eyes.

The swan, holding the Unihorn Staff, soared above the sea surface, crying out, fighting against the storm.

The staff radiated magnificent light.

Then...

The song of the whales came from nowhere, filling the sea in an instant.

Dertulian saw, one by one, Unihorn whales wielding the sea water, emerging from the storm, singing the Song of the Whale, countless horns shining under the swan’s lead!

The storm weakened further, subdued by the radiance.

The leaf floating in midair brightened, nourishing and healing Dertulian’s body.

It was so warm.

It was as if...

God had never left, always beside him.

The leaf plucked from the mountaintop soared straight toward the Celestial Kingdom.

No one knew what this meant.

Looking at the departing leaf, Dertulian steadied himself against the rail, bowed his head, and his gaze landed precisely on the Historical Tablet.

It was Yarlessto’s parting gift.

Dertulian lifted it, his gaze landing precisely on the journey of Yarlessto and his father, spoken by God about the Unihorn whales.

"...like two grains of wheat fall on the ground, not one is lost."

Dertulian murmured these words.

Was he speaking of Humans and Unihorn whales, or was he speaking of himself and Yarlessto?

Dertulian did not know; his tears flowed.

He raised his head, looking at the swan fighting the storm, Unihorn whales leading under Yarlessto, forming a sheltering water wall above!

We are God’s wheat,

The fangs of the world attempt to grind us down.

Dertulian stared dumbfounded at all this...

Because we are God’s wheat...

"So two grains of wheat fall on the ground, not one is lost."

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