Not A God

Chapter 13 - Beautiful Town

The ear-piercing sound of sirens came and went, and Zen, who had just stepped out of the underground station. Looked at the police cars that were passing by and looked slightly curiously at the direction they were going.

It seemed to be the underground station just now.

Remembering the carriage of corpses and the carriage of people who had been scared out of their minds, Zen gave a dazed look. This situation really needed police support, after all, the murderer seemed to be in the carriage. Zen withdrew his eyes and continued on ahead, a straight and sparsely populated avenue surrounded by greenery and a great view. It was still two kilometres from the Li University, which was a bit far, but it wasn't impossible to get there before lunch if you walked quickly.

Zen looked at the navigation map on his phone and walked slowly, a little distracted. His eyes were empty and he remembered the game he had played this morning. Although it was a casual little placement game, it was beautifully drawn and had an interesting plot.

"I wonder if the little man called Kaye has resurrected his sister now, and what is the next task? How much experience value does gaining believers add?" he wondered.

Steamworld: Dr Beak

Kaye awoke from a nice long dream like he was a child when his parents were still around and the family wasn't broke. Snuggled up with his sister in the arms of his blonde-haired, shoulder-length mother, squinting in the warm afternoon sunlight of the glass bower and enjoying her gentle touch.

"Mum ...... Mary ......"

Kaye woke up in tears and opened his eyes to see a dense mass of flesh and tentacles glued to the ceiling. He rose in a trance from the bloody, sticky floor that was littered with flesh and blood and raised his eyes to the unnamable god in the middle of the room. God seemed to be taking a nap, the huge eyes half-closed, the cosmic stars within their pupils flickering in and out. The huge flesh behind them bulging with each breath, the tentacles writhing mindlessly on the floor and ceiling, creating a ghastly abyss that could only be glimpsed in the biblical descriptions of hell.

Kaye looked exceptionally excited in the face of such a hellish scene, and everything that had happened before he fell into a deep sleep came back to him, all the tiny streams of information pounding into his spirit and making his eyes light up amazingly.

He fell to his knees and prayed reverently and with a touch of nerves: "Almighty God, origin of all things, end of all things, may you dream good dreams! The humble insectoid assures you that he will share your glory with the world."

Halfway through the prayer, Kaye got up, and when he looked up again, the huge eyes and the countless hideous flesh crumbs in the centre of the room had disappeared, replaced by a myriad of dazzling white lights. The shadow of heaven descended in the basement, the sound of holy music echoed, and the god, handsome in description and a thousand times more beautiful than the sun god. Sat on his throne, his eyes closed in slumber, awaiting the day when he would be awakened by his followers.

The fervour in his eyes increased as he watched the scene in awe. He was so absorbed in the gospel of God that he did not leave the crypt until his spirit was haggard from looking directly at them. He had a more important mission to accomplish, to resurrect his sister Mary and then, to dedicate all the rest of his life to the Great Lord. The day was still overcast, and for the first time in the daylight. Kaye left the gloomy, vine crawling home and returned to his small, dusty clinic to begin preparing the materials for his sister's resurrection.

Over the next few days, the town learned the news that the gloomy doctor, Kaye, was back in business. The clinic reopened and not many people dared to go there at first, as they remembered when Dr Kaye went mad, albeit to save his own sister, but acted too radically, not caring at all about the townspeople. Not treating them and stabbing them with a knife. To this day, the townspeople still somewhat complain about Dr Kate's insensitivity. The death of Mary, the witch, was a great sacrifice for the safety of the majority, but Dr Kate stigmatized it as a murderous act.