Not A God

Chapter 92

Saron staggered to his feet, the deadness in his eyes replaced by a fervent faith.
If God wanted him to suffer for the sake of one day seeing the gods he had always believed in, then he would be willing to do so. After witnessing the sunlight descending just now, Saron finally realised who he had met before, who else but the god of the grey mist who had descended on the Son of Man to show him the way?

He would go after him, he would follow the god who had returned to the world of men, just as those believers who had recorded the god's every word and deed and compiled them in a book a dozen years ago would be the god's most devout followers!

A few months later

A strange news item was being broadcast on television, with a red-faced presenter full of excitement presenting a route and zooming in on a live video, unwilling to take up a single moment of space himself, leaving the screen all to this video.

"Behold! This is the route! A route that was repeated three days ago, a straight line across this border and over a wall, and now the procession is about to head towards the snowy mountains of Koliad, ah, is this really where the coronation is heading, but the coronation is still wearing summer clothes ......"

The presenter became more and more emotional as he spoke, and at the end, looking at the slim figure in the picture, he actually shed tears: "The Coronet has given everything to give light to humanity!!!"

In the enlarged live video, the blond-haired, dark-eyed boy squinted and tightened his scarf around his neck as if he was afraid of the cold. In front of him was a snow-capped mountain, white snow against black rocks, and it was cold. Behind him fell a large group of people in the same costume, following the boy in a neat and silent procession.

One of the closer believers wanted to help the boy who was staggering in the cold wind but was too ashamed to approach. The blond boy didn't care about the people behind him, his face, which should have looked young, was flushed by the cold, and his hollow pupils had the indifference and divinity that only a god can have. It was as if to say that He did not need anyone's help, for this was a journey that belonged to God himself.

At the sight of this image, all those sitting around the screen could not help but redden their eyes in sorrow as they clasped their hands together in prayer for the supreme Coronet. It all began three months ago, one day when the first light lit up near the capital of the Human League, and then a seaside town on the national border noticed something different.

The sky above them unexpectedly dispersed its grey mist and changed back to the way it was before the first miracle. The news immediately caught the attention of the world, and the already attention-grabbing League of Mankind, where a miracle was said to have come, focused the attention of all humanity.

Thereafter, the source of it all was soon discovered. It turned out to be a thin blond human. At first, no one believed that it all started with this ordinary and ordinary-looking human teenager, and everyone suspected that it was a cover-up by the Human League in an attempt to thwart other nations' search for the miracle.

However, as a live video came to light, everyone was shocked.

In the video, the young man was followed by several men and women in prayer, and where he walked, the grey mist cleared and the sun came back, and everything looked like a miracle in that brilliant light. No, it was a miracle, no matter how powerful the psychics were, they could not achieve that effect. After that, all the senior members of the Grey Mist sect were alerted and they quickly rushed to the place where the boy was, only to find that the boy, who seemed to be possessed by the God of Grey Mist, had left the place.
At first, his mannerisms were strange to the eyes of the people, always climbing high walls in a straight line and crossing deep gullies instead of taking the winding roads. Sometimes he even went so far as to grab a nearby transport, his expression always indifferent and emotionless. But gradually, watching the gods walk repeatedly, day after day, never eating, their ragged clothes unwilling to be replaced until they wear out the soles of their feet.