True God of Ursus, Where Are You?

"But I already made an agreement with them that I would return double the amount of supplies received today tomorrow."

FrostNova knew how to solve this problem instantly:

"That's their agreement with the True God. We are Reunion Movement determined to combat the cult of the True God."

Luo Chen's eyes revealed deep satisfaction as he looked at FrostNova beside him.

This rabbit-headed boy, who had never received compulsory education, was now displaying extraordinary wisdom and insight, which made Luo Chen sigh in admiration.

He knew that he would no longer need to waste his breath explaining to those who did not understand the truth, because FrostNova was by his side.

Luo Chen tossed a silent blow at FrostNova.

Then he gently took her hands in his, his voice low and firm:

"Little White, as my deputy, you'll explain the truth to those who don't know the facts, right?"

FrostNova, who was still feeling guilty, seemed to find salvation after hearing Luo Chen's words.

She felt a great responsibility, but at the same time, she was full of confidence and courage.

She agreed to Luo Chen's request without hesitation, even forgetting what she had originally come to do that night.

The following morning, sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, adding warmth to the chilly valley.

However, for the Yeti, the camp was filled with an incredible atmosphere at this moment.

To their surprise, the supplies that had been piled up in the center of the camp the day before were still there untouched, showing no sign of being sent back.

What puzzled them even more was...

Instead of packing up and sending the supplies back, the Reunion Movement got busy building warehouses.

These warehouses were not only built with foundations intended for long-term use, but were also meticulously categorized according to the types of materials.

Grains were stored in dry, well-ventilated places, poultry were placed in areas away from water sources, and clothing and daily necessities were simply piled on the ground.

They didn't understand what Luo Chen was going to do, so they asked the Reunion Movement members who were working.

After hearing from Reunion Movement members that the Chief intends to store these supplies long-term.

The Yeti looked at each other in disbelief.

Luo Chen wants to leave all these supplies behind?

They promised to return the supplies to others, but they didn't?

That's incredibly unethical!

"Those villagers brought out bitter tea seeds yesterday. If we don't return them today, won't they be running around naked in the streets from now on?"

"Clothing isn't the problem; the problem is they don't even have food or cooking utensils."

"Didn't my eldest sister have a talk with Chief Luo yesterday? How did it turn out like this?"

The Yeti were talking amongst themselves when FrostNova happened to find them.

Although they are not returning the supplies today, they still have new villages to save.

Yeti came looking for the FrostNova after they hadn't come to meet her.

When the Yeti saw FrostNova, they immediately started talking non-stop.

"Big sister, why aren't these supplies being sent back?"

"Didn't we make an agreement with the villagers yesterday?"

Hearing the familiar questions, FrostNova's lips curled into a smile.

This problem was no challenge for her.

"Listen to me, what does the pact between the believers and the Ursus True God have to do with our Reunion Movement?"

Yeti:???

Ah... Big sister, do you want to hear what you're saying?

At the same time.

The villagers who went bankrupt yesterday and gambled True God have spontaneously gathered at the village entrance.

Sunlight streamed onto the open space at the village entrance, casting long shadows of them.

These villagers, some leaning on canes, some carrying children, were dressed simply and in worn-out clothes, but their spirits were exceptionally high.

They sat together, talking loudly:

"Brandon, you've offered the most sacrifices to the True God these past few days. From now on, you're the richest man in the village."

Brandon, a bright smile on his face, scratched the back of his head. "What richest man? It's all a gift from True God. If you had been more sincere to True God before, I wouldn't be the richest man."

"Yes, we were not respectful enough to the True God before, but from now on, I will only believe in the True God."

Then another man shook his head:

"Unfortunately, I'm not as sincere as Brandon, otherwise I would have received a thousand catties of grain today, not five hundred."

"Five hundred jin is not enough? I only got one hundred jin today."

"Praise True God! I will receive two pack animals today. Once I have them, I will cultivate the wasteland on the mountain and grow several hundred more pounds next year."

The villagers praised each other 'True God, and every now and then they would show off their Versailles ways.

These villagers, who used to have only a few dozen kilograms of grain left after the empire collected taxes, now talk about hundreds of kilograms at a time.

As for the True God, he never stopped praising him, extolling him from beginning to end.

As the sun fully rose, it was time for the priests of the True God Church to make their appearance.

Everyone stopped chatting and stood at the village entrance, gazing at the distant forest path, hoping to see those familiar figures appear.

They dreamed of becoming rich overnight.

However.

Ten minutes, twenty minutes, half an hour.

Even by noon.

None of those familiar figures appeared.

Chapter 169 Painful cries echoed through the mountains and forests.

As the sun rises and golden rays illuminate the horizon, the villagers gather at the village entrance, their gazes fixed intently on the road ahead, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the figures who had once filled them with endless dreams.

However, as time passed, the sun gradually rose higher in the sky and then slowly set, until the afterglow of dusk bathed the earth, and the road remained deserted.

The initial fervor and anticipation on the villagers' faces gradually faded during the long wait.

Their expressions turned calm, but they hadn't yet despaired.

After all, today isn't over yet.

The village entrance was eerily quiet; everyone was staring into the dark forest.

Although their legs were already sore and stiff, they were even more unwilling to miss the moment when the True God Church priest appeared.

"Where are the people from the True God Church?" Finally, a child couldn't help but ask the question everyone wanted to ask.

However, no one could answer him.

The surroundings were eerily quiet.

Everyone was excited and full of hope in the morning, waiting for the blessings of True God.

It feels like you've spent all your money to marry a girl, only to find on your wedding day that she's disappeared and all your wealth is gone.

If True God's grace does not come today, they will not only struggle to make ends meet, but even basic survival will be difficult.

"Perhaps the mountain roads are difficult to traverse, after all, there are so many supplies."

Brandon, whose faith in the True God was the most steadfast, also gazed at the quiet path ahead.

In an attempt to salvage the True God of his faith, he explained:

"There's still one night left tonight, and I believe that True God's grace will surely arrive tonight."

"Everyone is tired, why don't you go back and rest?"

"I'll go and call you when the priests arrive."

This reason is very weak.

But people tend to believe in self-hypnosis, and everyone nodded in agreement.

"Indeed, the mountain road is difficult to travel."

"It's normal to be a little late."

That must be it.

After deceiving each other for a while, smiles returned to everyone's faces.

"It's alright, no rush. The great Ursus True God would never deceive us."

"Let's go back and rest first. We need to conserve our energy to carry the rewards that True God has given us."

The villagers went home in twos and threes, leaving only three people at the village entrance to wait for news.

However, after one night...

A chilly morning breeze brushed against the faces of every villager.

It was so cold it felt like the air itself was freezing.

All the villagers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Last night could still be considered yesterday, but now a whole day has passed.

The time for the True God's feedback has completely passed, so why haven't the priests of the True God Church arrived yet?

Where are they?

Er used to come every day, but he couldn't come today?

They should have crawled over by now, even if they had to.

Brandon, who had been up all night, said with a grim expression:

"Maybe it will arrive around noon. The True God wouldn't deceive us."

It wasn't that he didn't believe in the True God, but the facts before him were slapping him in the face.

Now he can only pin his hopes on noon; if it's still not noon...

However, there was still no sign of him at noon.

A villager who didn't even have a pot at home looked up into the distance, his eyes revealing a complex emotion.

Suddenly, he burst into laughter, his voice tinged with self-mockery and helplessness:

"Hahaha... The priest of the True God Church didn't come again! He didn't come again."

The laughter gradually subsided, and he turned around to face the other villagers, his eyes gradually filled with sorrow.

He muttered to himself, "He said he'd come yesterday, but he didn't come today."

The villager suddenly squatted down, hugged his knees with both hands, and buried his head deeply in them.

His shoulders began to tremble, his laughter turned into sobs, and finally into silent tears.

He pounded the ground violently, his voice filled with anger and despair:

"Why aren't they coming! We need them so much, why aren't they coming!"

The villager's shouts echoed through the village.

That desperate, agonizing cry was like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's heads, plunging them from their illusory dreams back into harsh reality.