Cloud Thinking

Helia originally thought that she was strong enough, at least she had already surpassed the limits of mortals.

But at this moment she realized that the gap between herself and the gods was as far away as an insurmountable chasm.

Her body froze in place, unable even to pull back her fingers, and could only allow the vast ocean-like divine power to penetrate her whole body.

The soul is like a small fish caught in the raging waves, almost torn to pieces.

Just when her consciousness was about to fade, it was Watersise's warm palm that brought her back to reality.

He gently held her cold fingers, and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips: "Are you scared?" Seeing Helia's pale face, his voice was full of obvious concern.

Helia nodded subconsciously, her eyes fixed on their clasped hands.

The long-suppressed question once again surfaced in her mind - why would such a powerful Watersise play "house" with her?

If He really wanted this body, it would be just a matter of snapping His fingers. Why should He be restricted in every way?

Was he afraid of the gods? Was he worried that if he took her body and returned to the throne, he would be killed by the gods of order and others?

And those high and mighty gods, who clearly possess the power to destroy the world, are so accommodating to a mortal just for the so-called cause of saving the world?

What confused her even more was that why did they believe she could do something that even gods couldn't do?

I thought I had completed half the journey, but when I looked back I realized I had just started.

These chaotic thoughts made her uneasy and her face became increasingly ugly.

Watersiser gently held her in his arms and patted her back soothingly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Helia buried her face in His broad chest, her voice muffled, "Why are you so good to me?" She tightened her arms around His waist, "Father treats me well because I'm valuable to him. What about you? What do you want from me?"

"Experience what it's like to be a father?" Watersise's tone was serious, but his content sounded like a joke.

Helia raised her head in dissatisfaction, frowning as she gazed into his ocean-blue eyes: "I'm serious."

"My answer is equally sincere." Watersise met her gaze calmly, allowing her to examine whether he was lying. "I said before, I was born a divine body. I have no relatives, I don't understand family affection, and I don't know what love is."

"This is my first time being a father, and also my first time experiencing mortal life." His fingers gently combed through her hair. "Everything about you is new to me. I'm interested in you, so I'm treating you well. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"Isn't it natural for a father to love his children?" A gentle smile shone in His eyes. "Since you call me Father God, I must naturally fulfill my responsibilities as a father."

Helia secretly thought to herself: How should I put it... Having two fathers actually makes me feel a little happy.

She buried her face in Watersise's chest again, her voice as light as a feather: "If only... I could have met you earlier..."

Watersiser's chest vibrated slightly, and he let out a deep laugh. His slender fingers gently combed Helia's hair. "I wasn't this good-tempered before. If I'd met a brat like you who's so ignorant..." He deliberately dragged out his words, "You'd have it in you."

The corners of Helia's mouth twitched, and she blinked guiltily, her fingers unconsciously tugging at the fabric of his waist and rubbing it.

Thinking back to their first meeting, it was indeed a tense situation, filled with smoke and gunpowder. She kept on being sarcastic, and he kept on using threats and inducements. I don't know how it developed into this situation now...

Helia: Could it be that we didn't have enough of a father-daughter relationship in our previous life, and now we've been reincarnated and are reunited?

The surrounding scene slowly dissipated like smoke, and the colors gradually faded, as if a drop of ink fell into water, spreading out and finally fading away.

"Come on," Watersiser took her hand, "it's time to go to the next show."

The next scene flashed by like lightning—

In order to avoid the siege of the gods, Osinoto restrained his edge after his birth.

The most fanatical Morrogan believers have been sacrificed in the ascension ceremony, and the remaining believers are under his control and act in a low-key manner according to the oracle.

As for Kafmankis, the mastermind of this deification plan, he deliberately avoided the most critical ascension ceremony.

He turned to active politics and gradually faded away from the affairs of Morogenism, as if...

Fear of possible retaliation.

Although he says he is not afraid of life or death, his body is more honest than anyone else.

For the sake of profit, he can abandon everything - such a person cannot be called a true believer.

Whether they are pagans or Morogens, they are just tools for him to gain power.

If he truly had a devout faith, he should have sacrificed his life in the ceremony, or even begged Osinotto to grant him death as a proof of his loyalty.

Even after losing the spiritual leader of Morogen, the flames of uprising still burned fiercely within the empire.

Once the public grievances that have been suppressed for too long and the contradictions that have been squeezed out are ignited, they will spread like wildfire. How can they be easily extinguished?

The Senate debated this issue endlessly, with each noble family only concerned with competing for their own interests and seeking peace in their own territories.

How could they care about the empire? All they cared about was themselves.

If the rebels had not invaded their territory, these high-ranking nobles would probably have just watched the raging fire with cold eyes.

The nobles and dukes were so preoccupied with the uprisings of the common people that they completely ignored a long-dormant threat - was the seemingly docile puppet emperor really willing to be a puppet forever?

The empire was the empire of the royal family of Abraham. Wasn't every bit of power enjoyed by the nobles, every coin squandered, an honor bestowed by the emperor? How dare they be so presumptuous and overrule the royal family?

Thirteen years into his reign, Krovima I finally bared his fangs. A bloody purge of the nobility swept across the empire, destroying all those who had participated in the assassination of the previous emperor, coerced and exploited him, and mutilated them.

The once prominent Fitros family, a prominent family that occupied important seats in the Senate, was almost uprooted in this storm.

The Kafmankis lineage was almost extinct, the family title was demoted again and again, and eventually power fell into the hands of the most marginal branches.

This once powerful family was exiled to Kenleka, a chaotic place at the junction of the north and the south. They huddled in a remote corner and never dared to have any improper thoughts again.

The story that followed was that these pagans set their sights on Helia, and eventually her entire family was executed.

Thinking back to how glorious our ancestors were, all that remains now is a dilapidated castle covered with weeds, telling in the wind that a hereditary duke and a prominent family once lived here.

Only a few crows are circling among the broken walls and ruins, adding a bit of sadness to this history of rise and fall.

Krovemar I was arguably the savior of the empire in its peril. After wiping out the restive nobles with drastic measures, he immediately implemented sweeping reforms—abolishing excessive taxes and enacting policies that benefited the people, finally giving the oppressed masses some respite.

He reorganized his military and vowed to restore the empire's power. In just three years, the small, once arrogant and provocative border states were completely subdued and no longer dared to act rashly.

Unfortunately, God was jealous of his talent. This heroic ruler died young at the age of thirty-six after only sixteen years in power.

None of his descendants inherited his great talent and vision. His eldest son, though mediocre, was self-aware and faithfully continued his father's governance, gradually restoring the empire to its former glory.

As for Osinoto, he didn't care about godhood. After becoming a god, he endured the torment of the mixed power within his body day and night, causing him to almost disappear from the world.

Only when the outside world is in turmoil will He take in those displaced poor people in the name of Morogenism.

This is really ironic - the executioner whose hands were stained with blood before becoming a god, started doing good deeds and accumulating virtue after becoming the leader of a cult. Isn't that ridiculous?

What's even more ridiculous is that the Morogen's notoriety mostly comes from its followers, not the rumored cold-blooded murderer Osinoto.

Those distorted doctrines were nothing more than compilations by later generations based on the crazy words of the first group of fanatical believers, and Osinotto did not recognize them at all.

The believers even fabricated all kinds of evil deeds for their leader and at one point wanted to compete with the black magician to see who was more evil.

Did Osinotto really not know? He knew it very well.

But it was not stopped.

Why?

Because without believers there is no God.

In order to survive, He had to rely on this group of evildoers.

The great god is ultimately just a tool in the hands of believers.

How pitiful Osinotto was—he was exploited in life, and even after becoming a god, he still couldn't escape the fate of being exploited.

The good deeds He performed seemed like a confession of past sins and an atonement for the evil deeds of His followers.

But the most ironic thing is that his followers, under the guise of charity, kidnapped innocent children and did things worse than beasts.

Those poor people who were rescued soon became new victims.

It’s not that He hasn’t tried to change the status quo, but every effort was either in vain or backfired, making the notoriety of “the Lord of the Cult” even more entrenched.

Every time he summoned divine power, the chaotic forces within him would tear at his divine body and soul with even greater violence. Those twisted forces were like millions of poisonous insects, gnawing at his will day and night, threatening to tear him into a soulless walking corpse.

In the end, He had no choice but to fall asleep and suppress these crazy whispers with eternal sleep.

Perhaps after such a long period of suffering, death was his only escape. This thought gradually took hold of his mind, and he began to make arrangements for his funeral.

Amidst the turmoil of the empire, he discovered the brothers Talosk and Tarod, who were rising up in resistance. He took the brothers under his wing, appointed them archbishops, put them in charge of Morrogan affairs, and granted them some of his divine power.

Later, the brothers rescued the dying Turhei and rebuilt his body.

They may have initially intended to use this fallen prince of the Abrahamic royal family to realize certain plans, but in the end it came to nothing.

Until one day, Euros was drawn to the Morrogan Church by a similar authority. After personally meeting with Osinoto, he became the feared "Archbishop of Sunday" and took over the power of the Morrogan Church.

Thus, Osinoto could finally rest in peace. Facing this world that disgusted Him, He chose to escape and close His eyes.

But he never expected that when he woke up again, the first person he would see would be Helia.

Although he was in long sleep, he was not completely ignorant of the outside world. At least he was aware of the existence of Claude and Madeline, and he was also very clear that the empire today was no longer the man-eating hell where he had lived.

When he learned of Euros' plan, his first reaction was to kill Helia.

He had personally walked the path to godhood and knew the pain and suffering involved. He did not want anyone else to repeat the same mistakes and experience the heart-wrenching pain.

But he also understood that with the remaining strength, he could not stop Euros at all.

It would be better to end it all once and for all and end Helia's life directly, so that she won't have to endure the torture that she shouldn't have to endure in the future.

Maybe she would even be grateful for this "kindness".

Helia almost laughed out loud—Ossinotto, who was determined to kill her, was actually doing it out of kindness? How could she let this go?

After Euros helped Helia escape, Osinoto finally awoke from his long sleep. He used his remaining divine power to restrict Euros's movements, even killing him—this was one of the main reasons why Euros remained so weak.

The most direct reason why he eventually became a mad monster was that Tarod stole his power.

This was his last resort to suppress the chaotic forces within him. With his authority taken away, he was no longer able to resist those crazy whispers, and ultimately fell into the abyss of self-destruction.

But He thought, even if He had to die, He couldn't die in vain. He wanted to do one last thing for this world.

So he devoured almost all of his believers, using this power as a sacrifice, and vowed to eradicate the last two scourges - one was the undead he created with his own hands, and the other was a thief who coveted his power.

He will take the entire Morogen religion with him to destruction. As long as he dies, this evil cult will disappear from the world, and no one will be harmed anymore.

He did not care about the betrayal of Tarod and Euros. He hunted them down only to completely destroy the Morogen Cult.

He truly does not understand the reasons behind the believer's rebellion, but He no longer cares, because from the beginning, the believer's heart never truly belonged to Him.

His existence, from beginning to end, is only to satisfy the desires of others.

Finally, with the combined efforts of Helia, Euros, and Tarod, Osinoto met the ending he had always dreamed of—a peaceful death.

Tarod had fallen, and Uros had been severely wounded. Although the ending was not perfect, it was a sufficiently reassuring one for Him.

At the end of the memory, stood the teenage boy—Osinoto, the son of a groom.

He held the reins in his hands, with a few lambs nestled at his feet and singing birds circling above his head. He was like a princess in a fairy tale who could talk to animals.

Hearing footsteps, the boy raised his head——

Across a century of vicissitudes, through the fog of countless sufferings, his eyes met Helia's.

That smile was as bright as the rising sun, yet so dazzling that Helia dared not look directly at it.

They just stared at each other from a distance, only a few steps away, yet it seemed as if they were separated by a whole world.

Osinotto just smiled quietly without saying a word. Occasionally, when a lamb nibbled at his trouser legs, he would scold it softly in a voice so gentle that it could melt ice and snow.

This scene was so beautiful that it was heartbreaking - how wonderful it would be if he could always be that innocent groom's son and live a simple and ordinary life?

Unfortunately, there is no if in fate.

Helia stood still, but felt herself moving backwards. Osinotto's figure grew smaller and smaller, blurring.

She knew this was a sign that she was about to leave the memory fragments, but she suddenly felt panic in her heart, as if something important had been forgotten.

She took an uncontrollable step forward and shouted at the top of her lungs: "Osinoto!!!"

In the distance, the figure seemed to wave at her, whether it was a greeting or a farewell.

When she wanted to go further, Watersise grabbed her wrist tightly and said, "Aya, it's time to go back." His tone left no room for questioning.

If she insisted on staying, those shattered fragments of memory would tear her consciousness apart - at best, she would become insane, at worst, she would lose her soul.

Helia could only watch as it all dissipated before her eyes.

Osinotto's life was thus silently lost in the long river of time.

No one knew about this past except her and Watersiser.

At the last moment before her consciousness returned to her body, she heard a whisper as soft as a sigh:

"Thank you……"

"Give me the freedom to die..."