God Creation!

What did you see?

Upon hearing the priest's words, Nairasojin, who had been peeping through the window, realized what was happening, quickly closed the window, and turned to leave.

But as soon as he stepped out, he was immediately surrounded by a dense crowd.

Those people were all believers; they held candles and whispered in unison, as if releasing some kind of spiritual repression.

Nairasojin felt his head swell, and he lost his balance and fell to his knees!

At this moment, two believers pushed open the church door, and the priest slowly walked out of the church. His height had returned to normal, and the mark on his forehead had disappeared.

Nairasojin raised his head and saw the priest looking down at him, his dry, yellow eyes becoming particularly glaring at that moment.

"Nairasojin, tell me, what did you see?"

Nairasojin's breathing became labored. "I... saw a monster."

The priest, hands clasped and unsmiling, asked, "A monster? Who are you talking about?"

"You yourself?"

Nairasojin gritted his teeth, wondering when the priest's behavior had started to become increasingly strange.

His transformation into this state may seem like the result of time, but it could actually be more of a sudden change, perhaps overnight.

Long ago, priests called themselves High Priest, using the excuse that they could communicate with the gods, convey the will of the people, and ask the gods to intervene, and they created their own mythological system.

The various gods are described in great detail, from their abilities to the scale of their miracles.

With these gods as templates, it is naturally easier for priests to perform miracles, and the results are also more accurate.

But one day, the priest overturned the myth he had created and introduced a new god into the pantheon.

That god has no name, cannot be described, and cannot be observed.

This is very strange. If God is indescribable, how can a priest convince believers of His existence and what His power and miracles are?

It's very simple: write a book.

The priest wrote a book, a horror story, which received a great response after its release, leading many people to become believers.

Because they gradually began to believe that the god in the book was real.

The priest wrote volume after volume, and the number of believers attracted to the church grew larger and larger until it far exceeded the size of the church before.

Even now, Nairasojin and the others still don't understand why the priest did this.

The priest stared at Nairasojin, and seeing that Nairasojin remained silent, he continued, "The abilities of each sequence are unique, with different upper and lower limits."

"If a sequence's ability is weak, it is highly likely that the sequence has not yet found the true use of its ability."

"The key to going from weak to strong may just be those two words: understanding."

"I now fully understand my own abilities."

"People's paths are different. Finding your own path is the beginning of everything. I have found my path. What about you?"

Nairasojin struggled to his feet. "My abilities are incomplete."

The priest's gaze was icy. "Imperfection, is that... your excuse for your own powerlessness?"

"Hehe."

The priest chuckled dryly, then placed his hand on the boy's head. "Anyway, since you've seen it, I have no choice but to... lend you a hand."

As soon as the priest finished speaking, a yellow light suddenly surged into Nairasojin's body!

Nairasojin's eyes widened, and then... that was it.

"Um?"

The mental pressure imposed on Nairasojin suddenly disappeared, replaced by the complete removal of his fatigue and old injuries.

The priest raised his hands again. "How are you feeling now?"

"Feeling... great?" Nairasojin said, touching his chest.

He had a scar on his chest from when he was backstabbing Ghost Shadow, and that woman slashed him with her knife in a desperate attempt to cut him.

And now, that scar has disappeared.

The priest waved his hand, signaling the parishioners to disperse.

Nairasojin looked puzzled. "So when you said you'd lend me a hand, you really meant it?"

The priest's face was icy. "Otherwise what?"

Nairasojin was even more confused. "Then what do you mean by asking me what I saw?"

Father: "Have you ever heard of the idiom 'to make a mystery out of nothing'?"

Nairasojin: "6".

"Then what was it that I saw in the church before?"

The priest looked at him. "Do you really need to know?"

"That's fine. As I said before, I've found the right way to use my abilities, just like you saw before."

"Looking back, I realize that my understanding of my own abilities was too shallow. It's fair to say that I've always been using my abilities incorrectly."

"But it's not too late to realize it now."

Nairasojin was even more puzzled, "The correct way to use this ability?"

What is it?

Upon hearing this, the priest opened his arms wide and said, "God Creation."

God Creation?

He's already done that, hasn't he? He created an entire mythological system before, which was quite interesting to be honest.

Especially when the priest is racking his brains but can't come up with a name.

Seeing that Nairasojin still couldn't understand, the priest lowered his arms. "Unlike the previous God Creation, no matter what kind of mythological system I create, it is ultimately not my power."

"My abilities can only be activated through the faith and understanding of the majority, no matter what incredible miracles I have performed in the past."

"I am always vulnerable. In terms of attack methods, I am not as convenient and practical as yours. In terms of defense, a single bullet can kill me."

"Ultimately, my existence is more like a medium, a medium that draws in great forces."

"My body is as weak as an ordinary person's, and I thought that was all I had, but in reality, I was wrong."

"An individual's will cannot determine the upper limit of their abilities, but only the lower limit, while conceptual abilities have no upper limit."

"Therefore, I created a god."

"And I became the incarnation of that god. It was a completely different path, where miracles were bestowed upon me, transforming me completely!"

At this point, Nairasojin finally understood.

Simply put, a priest performs miracles on himself, transforming his body with the perceptions and beliefs of the majority.

Therefore, the God Creation he talks about does not refer to creating a fictitious god, but rather to deifying himself!

The priest said, "You may have heard of the god I created. He is Hastur, the lord of the deep space."

"I know that I cannot use my abilities to create a real god, even if all living beings in this world firmly believe that the god I speak of truly exists."

"Therefore, I can only proceed step by step, gradually changing my body and strengthening myself through faith."

"I am the incarnation of Hastur, the Lord of the Deep Space, I am the King in Yellow."