This was a basement in the suburbs. The surroundings were dark and silent. Only at the innermost part of the basement, there was a faint yellow fire burning.
It was a simple altar filled with candlesticks.
The candles burned quietly, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burned candles.
In front of the altar, a middle-aged woman with a plain headscarf knelt on the ground and prayed silently.
In front of her, in the middle of the altar, there was a round stone with a carving on it. She was whispering softly to the carving.
Her words were mostly praying for a miracle and offering her faith.
After she finished, she bent down and leaned her forehead against the floor. Her hands slowly stretched out in front of her as if she was crawling. Then, she suddenly stood up and knelt on the ground. She raised her head and chanted in a strange tone.
As she finished her sentence, a sudden breeze blew through the sealed basement, and the flames on the candlesticks flickered.
After a few seconds of silence in the breeze, the middle-aged woman sat on the ground and sighed softly. "It's a pity that after the bishop went to the Kingdom of God, the rest of the prayer lost its meaning. Otherwise, how could there be such a small breeze? "
"I remember the bishop said that only the power of death can irrigate the bursting of the Sprout Seed. Now that there is no complete prayer, maybe the Sprout Seed God will only notice me, a lowly believer, when I'm about to die. "
The woman stood up with a sigh. "Sigh, if it weren't for the bishop's wish, I would have left this world long ago."
The woman shook her head, stood up, and walked step by step into the darkness.
After a while, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard in the darkness. The woman's footsteps were getting further and further away. Obviously, she had left the basement.
Not long after she left, the candles on the altar flickered again.
A young man in a black gentleman's suit slowly appeared in the flickering flames.
The young man looked in the direction of the basement door and whispered to himself, "The Sprout Seed God, do you think it's a real god?"
The young man's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and he turned to look at the statue on the altar. It was a round stone with a budding sprout carved on it.
When he saw the sprout, the young man's eyes flashed with seriousness. "It's really it."
A gust of wind blew and extinguished the candle flame on the altar. As the darkness invaded, the young man's figure slowly disappeared.
Palladova, the entrance to the barren city.
The Desolate City and the new city were separated by a river. The middle-aged woman who had been praying in the basement was wearing a mask. She walked through the smog-shrouded new city and came to the river.
Because the construction of the new city required large amounts of metal materials, the waste water that had been treated with metal was all poured into the river. The originally clear river water had now changed its appearance. Various colors converged. Due to the dumping of unknown garbage, thick bubbles floated on the surface of the river. The stench was overwhelming.
When the middle-aged woman walked across the bridge and saw the disgusting color in the river, her eyes flashed with anger.
"God of Germination, quickly bring your devout followers to the God Kingdom. This world has been polluted by the steel monsters, and there is no longer a place for believers to live. "
She yelled at the bridgehead bitterly. There were not many people around her, and the few people there were only vagrants. When they heard the woman's roar, they did not even raise their heads.
This drama had been going on for five years. Every time she crossed the bridge, she would do this. He was tired of seeing and listening to her. He didn't even want to look at her.
She was a lunatic who believed in a cult.
After crossing the bridge, the middle-aged woman's eyesight became slightly better. However, when she looked at the abandoned buildings, she could not help but shake her head. These buildings used to be beautiful. They were all her childhood memories, exquisite and prosperous under the blue sky and white clouds. But now, they were all overgrown with weeds, and there were holes everywhere. These holes were all the stones that the vagrants had taken down and secretly sold for money.
The beauty had disappeared. Perhaps only the arrival of the God of Germination could save this filthy world.
She slowly came to the parish with a sorrowful heart.
The parish was the most dilapidated place in the Desolate City. Because the king of Yirong Country did not care about religion, the place that was destroyed the most in every city was the place of religion.
Before the Desolate City was abandoned, the parish had already suffered a disaster. Although there were many holes in the houses outside, at least a few buildings could be seen intact. However, it was different here. Almost all the buildings were damaged.
They were either missing roofs or half collapsed.
Only a small church in the far corner could be somewhat maintained. This small church was built seven years ago. However, five years ago, there was a big case there. More than 20 believers went missing, causing the small church to be abandoned.
The middle-aged woman staggered forward in the dilapidated walls. Her goal was the small church.
She pushed open the door of the church. With a creak, dim light entered the church. She could see that it was empty inside.
After entering the church, she naturally went to the courtyard by the side door of the church. She fetched a bucket of water from the well in the courtyard and dipped a pure white cloth in the water. Then, she slowly wiped the circular stone on the altar of the church.
This stone was the same as the one she worshipped in the basement. There was a Germination pattern carved on it.
She wiped it very carefully. She wiped it all over the place.
As the water soaked the stone, mesmerizing patterns slowly appeared on it.
She looked at the patterns on the stone and her eyes flashed with satisfaction.
This was a rain-patterned stone. The rain-patterned stone's characteristic was that when it came in contact with water, it would show colorful patterns. The rain-patterned stone was not considered a precious stone, but it was very popular among children.
When the bishop chose to carve the pattern of the Germination God on this rain-patterned stone, she was against it because it was too cheap. However, the bishop said that this rain-patterned stone was a gift from the Germination God. She did not believe him at all.
However, after carving it, she realized that the bishop might be right. Because after it came in contact with water, the patterns on the stone matched perfectly with the Germination God's pattern.
Five years ago, the bishop was summoned by the Germination God. Before he went to the God's Kingdom, he reminded her that she must come back often to clean this rain-patterned stone.
It was because of the bishop's instructions that she stayed and did not go to the God's Kingdom.
Now that she thought about it, she regretted it.
After she finished cleaning the stone, she rubbed her sore waist. Today's task was completed. According to the cleanliness level, she could come back a week later to clean it again.
Thinking of this, she prayed to the Germination God one last time and prepared to leave.
However, just as she turned around, she realized that there was another person standing not far behind her.
It was a young man dressed like a noble.
He was wearing a black gentleman's suit and a hat. His back was facing the door, so she could not see his face clearly. She could only vaguely see a pair of blue eyes that looked like the sea.
The middle-aged woman was startled. She put her hand on her chest and said, "Who … who are you? When did you come in? "
The young man took off his hat, revealing his short golden hair. His hair was a little soft, and it swayed slightly with the movement of the hat and the wind.
The young man put the hat on his chest and introduced himself. "I'm Angor. Pardon me for being rude, but may I ask you something?"
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