Shaping a God

Unbeknownst to Audrey, while she was communicating with the members of the Psychology Alchemists, Above the Gray Fog, the Mr. Fool she had mentioned was receiving a sacrifice from [Temperance] Luther.

Seated upright in the high-backed chair, Klein extended his Spirituality, touching the hazy door in front of him.

"Clang!"

The door suddenly swung open, revealing the real world inside.

Klein's gaze passed over the doorway, and he saw a simple Altar and the presiding man standing behind Altar —not Luther, but a strange man. The man's eyes gleamed with golden light as he held up two Spirituality rich documents and a stack of pages with both hands.

Not Luther?

Yes, he can't call me by my name directly.

Klein seemed to be deep in thought. With a thought, an invisible force passed through the gate, carrying the offerings to the Gray Fog. One item had the Sequence 7 Psychiatrist Characteristic, and the other had the Sequence 6 Judge Characteristic. Luther couldn't fully trust [The Hanged Man] Alger yet, so he gave him a small portion to test the waters first, and would decide what to do next if it sold.

This one is 1500 pounds, this one is 3000 pounds.

Klein felt that the two Characteristic were practically radiating the glow of Coin.

He looked at the stack of pages again and realized it was Roselle's diary, and the handwriting looked familiar, as if it were his own.

These are the diaries I gave him!

After going around in circles, we're back again!

Klein was both amused and exasperated.

"Dear Mr. Fool, please pass on these two Characteristic to [The Hanged Man]. As for these ten pages of Roselle's Diary, they are a token of gratitude for your rescue of me."

Standing behind the man Luther. As Luther's mouth opened and closed, the man spoke in the same manner, "Furthermore, in order to digest the Potion, I will be performing a missionary Acting. Would you like me to spread your glory to your followers?"

Since he was going to preach, he would definitely need a god to believe in. Luther didn't intend to pray to the Seven Gods, and besides, he was now somewhat connected to Mr. Fool. So he thought that perhaps he could play the Acting of the Fool.

Help me spread the word?

Klein paused for a moment, and then the following scene flashed before his eyes: his familiar colleague solemnly introducing the Great Fool to everyone, guiding everyone to praise Mr. Fool.

Hiss--

He felt a chill run down his spine, and a mixture of embarrassment and shame welled up inside him.

"Maybe not," Klein thought, "Besides, the Aurora Order is still looking for me, and it would be easy to expose me." Maintaining his composed demeanor, he smiled slightly and said:

"No need, it's not the right time yet."

Having said that, he didn't give Luther a chance to ask any more questions and immediately closed the door to the sacrifice.

On the long table were three items offered as sacrifice by Luther. Klein first threw his own diary into the pile of junk at the back, covered it with Gray Fog, and then took the two Beyonder Characteristic, immediately communicating with the Star corresponding to [The Hanged Man] Alger:

"[Temperance] The transaction is complete; ready to receive the goods."

These actions were swift and rapid, almost as if they were meant to put some embarrassing matter behind them.

I need to get these things done quickly; Detective Isengard Stanton invited me to his house to discuss the case, and I can't be late.

As if making an excuse, Klein said to himself.

"Mr. Fool actually refused."

After the Sacrificial Ritual ended, Luther frowned and murmured to himself.

He had originally planned to preach in the name of Mr. Fool, hoping to both oppose the True Creator and please this deity. However, to his surprise, He rejected him, giving the reason that "the time is not right."

What opportunity is Mr. Fool waiting for? Will the world undergo tremendous changes in the future?

Luther pondered, but quickly gave up because the question was too advanced.

After all, he has more important things to consider right now.

"Not spreading the faith in the Seven Gods and instead letting them worship evil gods is purely harmful, and the most suitable Mr. Fool, wouldn't accept that."

Luther pondered, "Using neutral, mysterious beings as a pretext? That doesn't seem feasible either. They're merely neutral, not harmless. If we provoke them, we'll be in trouble."

After much deliberation, he decided to forge a false god!

In the world before his transmigration, gods were created by humans themselves. Now, he was prepared to learn from the old traditions. The advantage of this was that he could create sacred words according to his own will without worrying about disobeying the will of the gods.

The name of the deity should simply be "[Lord]," without needing to fabricate a name. This way, we can compete with the True Creator for the title, and we can annoy Him as much as we can.

As Luther pondered this, he gradually made up his mind.

With a wave of his hand, the golden light in the eyes of the gang member presiding over the Sacrificial Ritual immediately dimmed, and he regained his senses.

"Huh? What am I doing?"

He looked at the Altar in front of him and felt the mental exhaustion brought on by the depletion of his Spirituality energy, and said in confusion.

"Clean things up, and then forget everything that just happened."

Luther spoke to him, and he immediately put aside his previous question and began to diligently tidy up the Altar.

The ability to manipulate people's minds is so convenient, it's almost frighteningly convenient.

He thought to himself with some emotion as he walked out of the warehouse.

Outside the door stood a group of about a hundred people. Most were middle-aged or elderly men, with a few children and women. They all appeared ragged, weak, and exhausted. Several Lyman Gang thugs were maintaining Order on the perimeter, keeping them in line while also making them extremely nervous.

These are the Flock that Luther has just created; they are not only insufficient in number but also of poor quality.

In short, you should first have a rough draft, and then gradually refine it based on the feedback from the Acting.

He thought to himself, his gaze lingering for a moment on the uneasy and timid group of people.

"I have received the Lord's will."

Luther spoke to them, his voice soft, yet it resonated in everyone's ears, "The Lord saw the suffering of the lost Lamb and sent me to save you."

The crowd didn't react much. For them, struggling to survive, faith was no longer a particularly important thing.

Seeing this, Luther couldn't help but smile to himself.

"Of course, the Lord is gentle and forgiving. He doesn't mind that the Lamb live first, and then listen to His teachings."

As he spoke, he gestured slightly to the gang members, and several of them carried two large barrels out of the back warehouse. The two barrels were steaming in the cold outdoor air, emitting an enticing aroma.

Inside was a steaming bowl of turnip and potato stew, with a few scattered slices of meat, freshly made. Then someone brought over several baskets of black bread, coarse and hard, its only purpose being to fill one's stomach.

The crowd's attention was immediately drawn to the food; their throats bobbed and their eyes widened. Had it not been for the menacing-looking men standing nearby, they might have pounced on it.

"Line up and come over to receive your food. After you've eaten your fill, we'll talk about the glory of the Lord."

Luther laughed.

Under the command of the gang members, the crowd obediently lined up in a row, like docile Lamb.

Seeing this, Luther immediately sensed that the "Shepherd" Potion within his body was showing signs of weakening.