Not A God

Chapter 52

The temple was deafeningly quiet. Zen and Xin Yun stood by and observed while the shrine was constructed. The altar's statue was virtually shattered to the ground. They'd just looked into ways to compensate the locals, but no matter how they calculated it, they couldn't come up with such a significant number of money. The reason for this is that they would be obligated by federal law to pay compensation in addition to the cost of restoring the statute if they did so. If they paid, they would have to pay for the moral damage to the entire town as well as the cost of rebuilding the idols, and they would be out on the streets the next day, according to federal law.

So, the two men began to think of other ways to avoid paying for the damage. After all, the damage to the statue was not their fault, but the village security cameras had recorded their entry into the temple, so it was hard to clear their names.

After a long time, Zen said in a deep voice, "Why don't I try to put it back together?"

This approach is suspected of being a cover-up, but it's the only way to go at this point. Perhaps when it was put back together and cracked again in front of the villagers, they would think that the statue had cracked itself, in which case it would be none of their business. Xin Yun hesitated, but remembering the huge amount of compensation, he compromised and took out a bottle of glue.

"I just happened to bring glue ......," Xin Yun said with a coy smile.

He took the glue and said thank you. This kind of glue is common in this future world. Unlike the glue in the previous world, this is glue with a repair function, which can generally be used to repair broken machines, and the effect is very good, many almost scrapped machines can be saved. But given that it evaporates in the air after a while and loses its bonding effect, it is mostly just a poor man's choice to quench his thirst.

But it was just the thing for the moment.

With the glue in place, Zen had some confidence, so he carefully picked up all the pieces from the floor and began to put the statue together. Xin Yun stood guard outside so that no villagers would notice them in advance. Zen first used glue to finish glueing the body of the goddess statue that was not completely cracked, and then, as he remembered, began to put together the head. Holding the head, which was split down the middle, Zen concentrated fully on it, his dark pupils meeting the eyes of the goddess statue just right. The head of the goddess statue held in Zen's hands seemed to split even harder, and the tear-like cracks under the eyes grew deeper as if a beautiful head was crying out in pain and begging for something.

Seeing that the head of the statue was splitting even further apart, Zen was so frightened that he hurriedly glued it on, and finally got the head of the statue to stick. The next step was the more delicate glueing of the pieces, as Zen picked up the pieces one by one and stuck them to the idol. As he stuck the pieces on, he felt like he was making a face in a game, so he quickly became immersed in it and became familiar with it, looking like a master sculptor.

While Zen was concentrating on putting together the idol, outside the temple gates, a cold wind gusted. In the inner world at this time, the sky was gathering thick ink-like dark clouds, thunder was raging and the storm clouds were changing colour. Spatial cracks were all over the place, and grey nameless fog mixed with mysterious and unpredictable celestial lights flashed everywhere in this bloody and terrifying inner world as if the end had come.

Beneath the horrifyingly shifting celestial phenomena is an ancient and neat temple, its interior strewn with hideous scarlet flesh and blood. Countless unnamed beings cowered in the corners of the temple, not daring to raise their heads to look directly at the location of the divine platform. They were huge beings in the inner world, with strange and inexplicable powers that would have allowed them to call the shots in the inner world, but now they wanted to shrink into a ball and try not to attract the attention of some great being within the temple.