Mystery: She came from the Chaos Sea

Chapter 147 God’s Path
"Chief, the annoying whispers in Ezra's and the others' ears have somehow disappeared all of a sudden. Do you know what happened?"

Seeing Grisha standing up after completing the experiment, Russell took advantage of the opportunity to inquire.

Grisha, who always valued time like gold, actually said piously at this moment: "It is God who protected us."

His voice was calm and firm, as if speaking the truth.

Upon hearing this, Russell couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and looked at Grisha suspiciously.

In their past interactions, he could sense that the chief had faith in his heart, but that faith was definitely not directed towards any god.

From the very beginning, when he came to the Iron City with a letter of recommendation from the city-state and came to Grisha's research group for an internship, Russell came with a provocative attitude.

He was not convinced by this "time traveler" who was superior to him in every way. He believed that Grisha's scientific research results were only one step ahead of his.

Especially those earlier scientific research results that almost replicated the Earth civilization. As long as he is given enough time, he can also achieve those results.

But after following Grisha in research, he found that even if he had the same ideas, he would not be able to produce results before Grisha.

Because He has time to rest, even time to have fun and relax.

But Grisha was completely different.

In Russell's eyes, the chief was simply a tireless machine.

Not to mention a colorful entertainment life, even the most basic and necessary rest time was devoted to endless research.

Russell asked Grisha why he pushed himself so hard?
Grisha simply said, "I don't have much time."

Russell wanted to ask further, but Grisha ended the conversation with one sentence:
"When you advance to Sequence Two, you will truly understand this world. I look forward to you... No, I need your power."

Being told so bluntly and solemnly by a grown man that he needed it, Russell subconsciously wanted to raise his hand and pat the other's shoulder.

Make a few jokes like you would with a bad friend on Earth.

It's really pretentious to laugh at the other person's words.

But after he finished speaking, he immersed himself in his work.

Russell swallowed back all the joking words in his throat.

At that moment, he felt very clearly that the person in front of him was holding on to the ideal of changing the world even if it meant exhausting every ounce of his strength.

Not even changing the world.

Instead, he tried his best to save the world.

Yet, such a pure person reverently told Him today that "God protects the world"?!

At this moment, Russell felt like he was poured over with an ice bucket, feeling chilled to the core.

It was hard for him to guess what could have transformed Grisha, the "time traveler", into his current appearance.

Only Grisha's busy figure as always could make Russell feel a little bit at ease.

Russell returned to his independent laboratory. He took out his diary and, with an inexplicable feeling, began to write a new entry:
“What exactly is God?”

"I can't imagine that Grisha, the 'time traveler', could actually become a believer in God."

"I can sense Grisha's trust in God in his expression."

"That's something He's never had before."

"I suddenly realized that I still know too little about this world. Too little."

When Russell finished writing, his diary system, which had been silent for several days, suddenly responded.

December 16

Mr. "Men" didn't answer my question. He mentioned two laws: the law of the indestructibility of Beyonder characteristics, and the law of the conservation of Beyonder characteristics within similar sequences.

The total number of extraordinary characteristics is fixed from the source, and it will not increase or decrease. Does this mean that there is truly a Lord who created everything, an omniscient and almighty God, and that everything originates from Him?

Before Russell could recover from this sudden diary entry, the faint light of the system prompt flickered before his eyes.

[The host discovered the path to God and received a promotion gift pack. ]

【Host, please check. 】

【whether】

The Way of God? What is this?
Russell chose [Yes].

This time no objects appeared, but a huge amount of information poured into His consciousness.

"Generalist", "Archaeologist", "Appraiser", "Craftsman", "Astrologer", "Alchemist", "Mystic Scholar", "Master", "Light of Darkness", "Perfector"!
He saw a way from the primordial sequence all the way to godhood!

It turns out that the end point of the potion is the gods!

Above Sequence One exists Sequence Zero!
Sequence Zero is a god!
At this moment, Russell not only glimpsed the secrets of the gods, but also saw a deification ceremony that made his pupils dilate:
Perfectionist: Promotes the development of civilization. The higher the level of development, the better the effect of the ritual.

At the same time, in a mysterious unknown place, an illusory light composed of complex information concealed itself and this area.

This illusory torrent of information suddenly transformed into a faceless old man wearing a pocket watch. He saw the mysteries of God that Russell had obtained.

He couldn't help but mutter, "Apotheosis Ceremony..."

……

"Night Watchman" Selina rides on a steam locomotive.

At this moment, the steam locomotive under Him was all red, like a red thunderbolt crashing directly into the fleeing giant in front.

Amid the roar of steam, Selina looked at the severely injured Cyclops and saw his terrified expression.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, revealing a cruel smile.

The gentle laugh that escaped from between his teeth was chilling to the bone amidst the whistling wind.

Although in terms of size, Selina is still as small as when she was held in the giant's hand.

But at this moment, her situation with the giant was completely reversed because of the power he possessed.

Ever since the Titans merged into the human race, Selina had never truly vented the hatred and fear in her heart.

Even if He forced His cowardly self to join the "Red Gloves" and carry out the most dangerous missions issued by the Church...

Wandering on the edge of life and death, baptized in blood and rain.

But the hatred and fear in my heart still couldn't find an outlet.

So many years have passed, and the young girl has transformed into a mature combat nun, but she still hasn't found the puzzle piece to fill the void in her heart.

Church elders once suggested to Him that He seek spiritual comfort from the Lord.

But He refused.

It was not until this moment that He understood...

Only the flesh and blood of the giant can bring Him true peace.

But the surging malice brewing from hatred and fear did not make Him forget His duty. He smiled with a very gentle voice and said:
"Giant, speak your faith."

(End of this chapter)