"How did a traitor like me end up becoming a Blessed of the True Creator?" Sno looked at himself in the mirror, a self-mocking smile on his face.
For someone with secrets, becoming a Blessed of a true god was highly inconvenient, because it meant the god might be watching at any time.
But this was not much of a problem for Sno. The existence of White Horse is Not a Horse allowed him to detect a god's gaze in advance. After that, he only needed to take the initiative to do things befitting a Blessed.
It was like a homeroom teacher appearing at the window at any moment, making it nerve-racking to play with one's phone during self-study. But if one received a warning every time the teacher was about to appear, the threat could basically be ignored.
Not to mention that this true god had been sealed by the Seven Gods in the Forsaken Land of the Gods and could not observe the world as conveniently as the seven true gods could.
In fact, compared with the True Creator's condition improving—a possibility already accounted for in his plans—what Sno cared about more was that the True Creator had directly made the entire Aurora Society learn to sing Katyusha...
Naturally, the members of the Aurora Society did not understand Russian. Their process of learning Katyusha basically involved holding rituals, praying, and then begging the True Creator to bestow the lyrics and melody upon them.
Sno could practically imagine Aurora Society members from different regions, unable to understand Russian and relying solely on phonetics, singing Katyusha in Lu-style Russian, Fu-style Russian, Yin-style Russian, Lun-style Russian...
Well, in the future, there might also be The Unbreakable Alliance, Soviet March, and Suka Bulie.
Good grief. Sno even suspected that, if not for