God said, "I am going to sleep. I do not know how long I will slumber—perhaps endless ages, perhaps I will awaken tomorrow."
The young priest bowed before the statue and asked humbly and timidly, "Great Holy Lord, are You abandoning Your followers?"
"I never took up your faith, so there is no question of abandoning it." God's gaze was emotionless and devoid of desire, reflecting the shadow of no existence. "I am merely tired and about to rest. When I awaken, new doctrine shall be built upon the ruins."
The priest said, "Lord, while You sleep, I will proclaim Your existence to the world, seeking to alter the old doctrine slightly, so that all the devout may await and welcome Your return."
The divine oracle said: "You may record it, but you may not preach it."
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[Instance Name: Holy City]
[Instance Type: Faction Confrontation]
[Preliminary Hint: The shadow of death hangs over everyone's head. Danger lurks in the darkness and may strike at any moment. What you need to watch out for may not be ghosts alone.]
Lines of silvery-white system notifications appeared in the darkness, then dissolved into specks of light.
A crack suddenly split the pitch-black sky, and boundless golden light poured down like a waterfall. A majestic corner of a city steeped in religious atmosphere emerged. Medieval-style buildings rose from the ground, reflecting bright, radiant brilliance.
Asakura Yuko wore a white tracksuit, but the moment she entered the Instance, it changed into a black linen robe suited to the Instance's setting. The heavy, airless fabric made her frown slightly—it would be very inconvenient in a fight.
Though she was an office worker, her combat ability was not poor. White Crow had taught her a few fighting techniques. Besides,