That Is the New God-Night Is Watching Us
The skies of Wakanda are now devoid of leopards.
For three whole days and nights, the sky wept endlessly—it was no ordinary rain, but a radiant descent, a baptism of faith transformed into raindrops.
Dense, silvery-blue dust particles drifted in the rain, resembling fragments of starlight in the night sky.
It quietly settled on every temple, every street, and every tombstone, as if even the land and stones were embracing a new breath.
The temple of the Panther God held the most revered position in the royal city. He once inspired awe and fear in the people of Wakanda. That altar was once filled with countless offerings, incense, and hymns of praise. Now it has been utterly destroyed.
Embers still lingered among the ruins, and broken monuments and pillars lay scattered. In their place stood a silver-blue ring, suspended in the air.
The ring was neither made of gold nor stone, but rather resembled a substance formed from starlight: still yet subtly pulsating. Beneath it, countless people knelt in tears and rain.
They dared not look up—the circle seemed like the gaze of a god.
Some wept quietly. "Has God... fallen?" Others whispered in their hearts: But that power is quietly growing.
As the rain washed over the land, the city gradually awoke.
On the morning of the third day, the guards went on their routine patrol, only to be shocked to report that the Vibranium deposits—the metal veins that had once made Wakanda eternally wealthy—had been completely depleted.
The golden light disappeared, and the entire vein turned into deep blue crystals, as if the night sky had been frozen into the rock wall.
The engineers rushed to take samples for testing, only to be horrified to discover that it was not Vibranium, but a new type of energy substance that had never been recorded before.
In the initial attempt at refining, the equipment was immediately melted, and the substance spontaneously combusted, emitting a faint starlight. It flowed along the pipes and valves and dissolved into the skin of the experimenter.
In an instant, a sea of stars appeared in their pupils, and silver-blue patterns emerged on their skin.
"This isn't minerals...it's some other form of power," a scholar whispered, trembling. The others exchanged bewildered glances.
The wise men and priests gathered together.
Their eyes trembled, their voices hoarse: the Panther God had given them power, honor, and protection for generations to come;
Today, the divinity of the Panther God is crumbling, and the remaining embers are being absorbed into the new order.
The new god—"Night"—is rewriting this land in both physical and spiritual ways.
Within the believers' bodies, fragments of the Panther God's divine consciousness still remained—marks of the old era, flickering like eerie candlelight deep within their subconscious. New silver-blue runes slowly transmitted and replaced them.
Night after night, it appears in their dreams: an endless starry sky, star wheels, Star Spear, a throne.
When they awoke, a faint star-shaped mark appeared on their foreheads—a new mark of faith.
That night, the breath of the new god touched people's hearts, and resistance became futile.
His divinity no longer needs prayer, but permeates through "perception" and "connection".
However, a shift in faith is never without resistance.
Around Wakanda's borders, the Guardians have fallen apart. The black and gold cloaks of yesteryear still flutter in the wind.
Some soldiers remained loyal to the Panther God —they saw Panther God as a symbol of their people and refused to believe in the legitimacy of the Star God.
Another group bowed their heads and knelt in worship amidst the silvery-blue light, calling the night "the Lord of the Constellations" and "the God of Order."
On a rain-washed path, two teams stood in sharp confrontation.
"The Panther God has given us pride!" roared the Contradictory One, his voice echoing across the desolate stone walls.
"And he—took Him away!"
The other side coldly replied, "The Panther God gave you arrogance, the Night gave you order."
Before the dispute could last even half a moment, the power of night seeped into the air. Suddenly, the sky split open, and a silver-blue ray of light shot from the royal city straight to the border, like a divine vein piercing through. It did not suppress with force, but covered with assimilation of consciousness.
In an instant, both camps knelt down.
It wasn't fear, but a rewritten consciousness. In that instant, everyone's belief unified. "Resistance—is meaningless."
After that, there were no more battles in Wakanda. Only damp land, scattered stone tablets, and the faint star-shaped markings appearing on the foreheads of people.
Such a large-scale theocratic shift could not possibly be confined to Wakanda.
In the realm of the gods, among the highest beings of the universe, this was a ripple of upheaval.
Meanwhile, in Asgard, Odin put down his hammer.
The Nine Realms Altar trembled, and he raised his head, gazing into the depths of the universe.
In that star field, a silver-blue dot of light is devouring the old signal of the Panther God.
Odin's brow furrowed. "What god is that? It is neither like us nor one of the ancient gods."
Didn't the Ancient One notice?
During the Divine Realm Council, all the high gods remained almost completely silent.
If a god were to fall or be devoured, it would mean the balance of the divine realm might collapse. The gods looked at each other, the light of the temple reflecting their doubts and vigilance.
In the depths of hell, Mephisto sensed the ripples of that faith-shaking event.
He rose from the Dark Throne. "Another God Meteor...?"
He chuckled, a hint of urgency in his voice, "Ancient One, are you making your move this time?"
His gaze swept across the abyss of hell, as if awaiting some opportunity: if a god rising from the mortal realm could devour another deity, could the forces of hell also infiltrate in this way? He was brewing his own pieces.
On the other side of the world, atop the highest tower in Wakanda's royal city, Night stands.
His cloak flowed like starlight across the night sky, his figure appearing and disappearing intermittently. The Star Spear floating behind him was no longer a weapon, but a spear of law—symbolizing the authority of cosmic order.
He looked down at the earth, and a silvery-blue light extended from his fingertips to the grasslands, mountains, and cities, like nerve endings connecting the continent into a grid. He looked into the void, and a whisper came:
"What are you doing?" The voice was indistinct, like a projection of the remnants of an ancient deity.
The night remained serene, its voice calm. "I am watching how faith is reborn."
"You usurped the throne of the Panther God and stripped his people of their power. Do you think this will maintain order?"
"Not maintain—it's update."
Night spoke softly. He reached out, and an image of the Earth was projected into the air, silver-blue lines meandering along the land and sea, as if a neural network connecting the world.
The shadow chuckled softly, "So, you want to become the new system?"
Ye smiled slightly, "God should not be an idol, but a rule."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed.
The ground rippled instantly.
The star pattern spreads at a network-like speed, crossing oceans, traversing cities, and reaching satellite signals in the sky.
All media that "observe" his existence are being infected and connected. Faith has shifted from "prayer" to "connection"; "observation is faith."
The followers of the Panther God have become the new "Star Chain".
They no longer express reverence through prayer, but are connected to divinity in the instant of their existence.
Night needs no worship, no priests—it needs connection, expansion, and awakening.
From then on, every moment that mortals looked up at the stars was a prayer for him.
That night, countless points of light rose in the sky above Wakanda. Each one was a particle of faith, which eventually converged into a star belt that stretched across the northern and southern hemispheres.
People looked up, marveled, wept, and knelt in worship. A child asked his mother, "What is that?"
The mother answered softly, "That's a new God—watching us."