The old-fashioned monastery, now completed through the efforts of First-Generation Vampire slaves, stands out starkly against the surrounding skyscrapers, resembling a dilapidated thatched hut in the heart of Shanghai.
But though it is a humble abode, my virtue is fragrant. This dilapidated and outdated monastery is now surrounded by crowds of people.
Gentlemen in suits and slicked-back hair, or beautiful ladies in gowns, gathered here at six in the morning, quietly waiting for the monastery doors to open and for the day's protagonists to arrive.
A very wide path made of piled-up flower petals had already been laid out, and the air was filled with the delicate fragrance of flowers mixed with the rich aroma of modern perfumes.
Armed soldiers surround the flower path, and crowds of people dressed in fashionable modern clothing gather around it. Several completely open-topped ground-going vehicles are parked on the flower path so that the Pale God can sit in the vehicle for all people to admire. Such modern sophistication and advancement form a stark contrast with the dilapidated brick walls and ancient style of the monastery, and the heavy atmosphere of history is overwhelming.
The crowd had already gathered, and it was impossible to know how many of them were government personnel. However, after waiting from midnight until 9 a. m., not a single complaint was uttered from the densely packed crowd, which suggests that a large number of people had been pre-arranged among them.
Even with a large number of attendees, exclamations of surprise could still be heard continuously from the crowd.
"My God, aren't those hundreds-of-meters-tall statues in the distance the giant monsters that destroyed the city and pulled the throne in the satellite footage from a while ago? How did they turn into statues?"
"Those are Gargoyle, the right-hand men of the Vampire Progenitor according to Church records... Oh shit! A whole bunch of people are taking pictures in front of these Gargoyle? That's incredibly audacious!"
"Hahaha, don't be afraid. Pale God intends to repair the city, so naturally he won't allow his subordinates to destroy it again. In fact, the current photo-taking event is officially organized, and there are warning lines around those giant stone statues."
"Incredible! How can such a huge body turn into stone? My God, is the era of Superman from science fiction movies really coming?"
Amidst the surging crowd, cheers and excited discussions abounded. Further afield, amidst towering skyscrapers, one could see a massive crowd gathering to take photos beneath what had long since transformed into a monstrous stone statue hundreds of meters tall.
Peace has lasted too long, and even though these monsters have a history of destroying cities, there are still fearless people gathering around them.
At nine o'clock, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the ancient monastery door finally opened slowly.
Under the watchful eyes of thousands, three figures slowly emerged from the open monastery door.
One figure, dressed in pure white priest's robes, appeared aged yet possessed a certain mystical quality. Another figure, exquisitely beautiful, stood expressionless beside the person in the center.
Only the figure in the very center was truly awe-inspiring.
Her pure white, slender figure was remarkably tall; even standing next to the already tall white and black people, she was about half again as tall as them.
Despite her tall and slender figure, she did not appear weak or frail. Instead, she possessed a perfect golden ratio, with smooth and graceful curves, creating a strange and inhuman beauty.
Her skin was pure white and delicate, without any pores, and her face was so exquisite that even the best proportions drawn by AI with all its might could not capture the slightest sense of perfection.
Coupled with the long, flowing silver hair behind him and the slender, pale, inhuman monster, even though it was vastly different from humans, it still evoked a sense of perfection and sanctity beyond the human soul.
Pale and delicate, inhuman yet perfect.
With the appearance of this pale figure, the bustling city fell into an unusual stillness for a moment.
The next moment, a heartfelt emotion welled up within me.
"My God... my God, he's practically God..."
This exclamation broke the silence, and immediately, a chorus of praise followed.
"Beautiful, so beautiful, so perfect! It turns out that the Pale God didn't capture even a fraction of his perfection..."
" Pale God, as expected of God, truly perfect!"
"I don't see anything supernatural about it. It's just that it's good-looking. Isn't it human?"
With Norton's appearance, the atmosphere at the scene immediately reached its peak.
However, some doubts were still mixed in with the praise.
That's perfectly normal. Norton no longer exudes any aura or Pressure; aside from being different from ordinary people, he doesn't give off any particularly mystical feeling.
It pales in comparison to the mystique and oppression of ancient times.
"Your Majesty Norton, welcome back."
Amidst the enthusiastic atmosphere of the crowd, the boys and girls who had been arranged to deliver the flowers came forward carrying them.
This is a classic ritual of the human world, and also an exceptional gift to the Pale God.
Both boys and girls were specially selected, possessing outstanding appearances.
Norton stood quietly at the entrance of the monastery, accepting the flowers from the two children. A rare, gentle smile appeared on his exquisite face, which had never shown a smile in ancient times.
Then, he let the two children lead him by the hand to the car on the flower-lined road.
He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, but looking at the petals scattered on the ground and the familiar road scene, Abraham, standing beside him, still tensed up, and sweat immediately broke out on his forehead.
Damn it, to greet His Majesty according to the old Papal State customs is simply suicidal!
Don't you know that His Majesty was burned at the stake by the old Church system?
However, to Abraham's surprise, Norton showed no aversion whatsoever to this ritual laid out by the old Church traditions. Instead, he obediently allowed the boy and girl to hold his hands and sit in the convertible.