I am God LSLCCF
Chapter Summary
The God on the divine platform gazed at Stan Tito, remaining silent for a long moment. God said, “In truth, I did not wish to give you the creative power of dreams, for I am uncertain whether this power brings hope or destruction. ”Despite everything, Stan Tito still believed that the Trilobite Men could create a future of hope and light with the creative power of dreams.
In the sacred hall, light from the dream sun pierced through stained glass windows, crisscrossing on the stone floor.
Stan Tito knelt at the center of this interplay of light.
The God on the divine platform gazed at Stan Tito, remaining silent for a long moment.
At the foot of the platform, the craftsman bowed his head humbly, his heart filled with apprehension.
As his spirit plummeted, God finally spoke.
God said, “In truth, I did not wish to give you the creative power of dreams, for I am uncertain whether this power brings hope or destruction.
”“Much like the power of Ruhe, which was meant to help you build your homes, but ultimately became a beast of destruction.
”“Perhaps bestowing this power upon you will hasten your demise.
”“Though I have not closely watched over you, I still hope for your continued existence.
”“Even though your civilization is destined to fade in the river of time, I hope that the civilization founded by Redlichia will shine brilliantly, leaving behind a lasting legacy.
”God’s words continued to flow.
“Nevertheless, Hila said she was willing to believe in your potential.
She repeatedly pleaded to give you another chance.
”“She always insisted that you would create great miracles, lacking only the right opportunity.
”The divine messenger Hila, standing to the right of the divine platform, bowed reverently to God.
Stan Tito’s emotions swung wildly, like falling from a mountain peak into a valley.
Yet upon hearing the final words, a profound calm settled over him.
For he truly grasped the depth of divine mercy and His greatness.
He cast a grateful glance at the divine messenger Hila, then lifted his head and spoke.
“Great God Yinsai!
”“Although we often fail, although the Trilobite Men frequently stray from divine guidance.
”“We are arrogant, we are greedy, we always reveal our ugliest side before You.
”“But even in the darkest depths of our hearts, we still have a heart that longs for goodness and yearns for the future.
”God’s tone softened, as if speaking after a long sigh.
“I hope this time, you can use the creative power of dreams wisely.
”“More than that, I hope it brings about the creation of a beautiful future.
”God smiled faintly, His gaze descending.
Stan Tito witnessed countless starry streams flowing down from above.
Even God’s gentle gaze weighed upon him so heavily that he could barely lift his head.
“I hope that when you ask me for something, it doesn’t always turn out as if…”“I’ve given you a box of destruction.
”“Even when I’ve filled that box with hope.
”Despite everything, Stan Tito still believed that the Trilobite Men could create a future of hope and light with the creative power of dreams.
He was willing to believe.
And firmly believed so.
The divine messenger Hila approached Stan Tito, guiding him towards the outside of the divine hall.
“Stan Tito, come and receive your blessing.
Behold the future and hope you’ve sought for the Trilobite Men.
”Outside the divine hall, one dream spirit after another floated out from the sea of flowers, surrounding Stan Tito and the dream spirit Hila.
“La la la!
”“Is it starting?
”“From now on, we’ll become great spirits too.
”They pulled Stan Tito along, chasing after the shadow of the divine messenger Hila, singing songs that were innocent yet filled with a sense of divinity, laughing as they flew towards the sky together—The dream world was mainly divided into three layers.
The top layer consisted of the dream light dust of all Trilobite Men and people of the Abyss, as well as the life dreams that condensed after their deaths.
The bottom layer was the divine realm formed by the fusion of the God-Given Land after the dream egg of the divine messenger Hila was completed.
The second layer was still blank for now.
But long ago, the divine had decreed it to be the growing place for the dream eggs of the dream spirits.
It was the realm of the spirits.
The dream eggs of the spirits were channels connecting reality and dreams, half in reality and half in the dream world.
They could project the power of the dream world onto the mortal realm, influencing reality in the form of domains.
“Hurry, hurry!
”“Let’s roll the snowball!
”The dream spirits joyfully pushed their dream eggs up into the second layer.
They pushed their colorful dreams under the dreamy starry sea, cheering and chasing each other playfully.
Finally, hundreds of dream eggs merged their power together, forming an immense dream bubble.
The dream sun manifested the shadow of the Divine Cup, and the divine dream carried in the cup became crystal clear under the sun’s rays.
Following this, it projected one magical symbol after another.
“I want to become a snow spirit.
” A spirit caught a symbol that looked like an icicle, and wherever it passed, white snow began to fall.
“I want to become a pottery spirit.
” It held a clay doll in its hand, and wherever it passed, the ground in the dream bubble became like ceramics.
“I want to become an iron spirit.
” This spirit wore an exquisite brooch on its chest.
“Me, me, me, I want to become a weaving spirit.
” It wore a warm scarf, a gift from Lady Hila.
Within the huge dream bubble, all sorts of wondrous things that Stan Tito could hardly imagine appeared in an instant.
This was a realm of dreams, or perhaps a country of spirits.
The spirits vied to receive the rule shadows projected down from different divine dreams, mastering the power to condense snow, pottery, iron, and weaving.
Then they reshaped their dream eggs according to their own ideas, creating the spirit country of their imagination.
Stan Tito gradually came to understand.
The power of the spirits was not creation; the power of creation came from the divine dream carried in the Divine Cup.
It was a power like the laws of nature, with ice, pottery, iron, weaving, and so on all derived from that power of law.
The power of the spirits was more like a dream domain, able to manifest things from the divine dream.
The divine messenger Hila stood in this spirit country, watching the playful spirits with a smile on her face.
She saw from a completely different perspective than Stan Tito; she saw the future of the dream world.
The dream spirits grew from the sea of Sun Cup flowers at the foot of the divine hall.
After growing into great spirits, they would bring their dream eggs into the spirit country.
When these dream eggs were nurtured to maturity by the Trilobite Men, they would merge with a part of the real world’s existence and sink into the lower layer of the dream world, becoming complete.
Transforming into an existence similar to the divine realm.
The dream world would thus grow stronger and stronger.
Eventually.
Truly becoming the realm where the divine descends.
The dream spirit Hila looked at Stan Tito beside her: “Your body has already died.
I’ve chosen the brightest place among the stars for you, where you can enjoy your beautiful dreams and peace.
”“But you can choose someone to inherit this power of dreams.
Who do you wish to choose as the inheritor of your will?
”“I can send you into the dreamy starry sea, where you can choose the person you want in the dream.
”Stan Tito had already made arrangements and choices.
He looked from the gorgeous, dreamy spirit country towards the mortal world.
An image was reflected in his eyes, a Trilobite Person bearing the brand of a slave.
“No need to choose, I’ve already found them.
”Stan Tito smiled, his eyes full of anticipation.
“A preacher.
”“Someone who has inherited the beautiful wishes of the great poet, as well as my dreams.
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