I am God LSLCCF
Chapter Summary
The spirit drifted in her hot air balloon across cities, towns, and remote villages. The spirit’s hot air balloon descended before the window of a house where a young Trilobite girl slept soundly. ”“The Yinsai Kingdom belongs to the Trilobite Men, the deep sea to the People of the Abyss, and now a realm for the monsters?
The spirit drifted in her hot air balloon across cities, towns, and remote villages.
Her journey, though aimless, brimmed with childlike wonder and curiosity.
In an unnamed small town.
The spirit’s hot air balloon descended before the window of a house where a young Trilobite girl slept soundly.
The spirit leaned out, pointing her finger at the little girl.
A bubble emerged from the child’s brow, showing an image of a beautiful, warm hat and a group of friends surrounding her, gazing at her with envious eyes.
“So she wants a hat,” the spirit mused, covering her mouth to stifle a laugh, afraid of waking the child.
This reminded the spirit of the hat and scarf the little spirits had given her when she left.
She wore them now, warm and comforting.
The warmth enveloped her, not just from the garments themselves, but from the love and blessings of her companions.
The child turned in her sleep, eyes closed, her face radiating joy and happiness as she dreamed.
The spirit had already entered the room.
The child murmured in her sleep: “I have a red hat, the most exquisite and beautiful in the world.
”“It has beautiful patterns, like the stars in the sky.
”The spirit leaned close to the child’s ear, whispering softly: “I accept your wish.
”As she spoke, dream-like starlight welled up in her hand.
“There!
”The spirit gifted her a red hat adorned with star-like patterns.
After a moment’s thought, she created a scarf as well, placing it by the bedside.
The shadow of the Divine Cup appeared behind the spirit.
A snow-white rune composed of intricate threads leapt from the cup, merging into the spirit’s mythical blood.
A new beam of golden Light of Wishes materialized in the room, bathing the house in its radiance and seeping through windows and door cracks.
The spirit had collected another new wish, a dream of the Weaving Divine Technique Imprint.
Her robe gained a new dream, becoming even more dazzling and resplendent.
The light that had surged from the room immediately alerted the child’s parents.
“Tap tap tap tap!
”Footsteps echoed from the stairs below, but by the time they hurriedly pushed open the door, the spirit had vanished.
“Hey!
”“Wake up!
”The child opened her sleepy eyes, looking at her parents in confusion.
To her amazement, she discovered the gifts the spirit had left by her bedside.
This exquisite hat and scarf far surpassed anything sold in even the finest shops in the city.
Though the child didn’t understand where they came from, she clutched them tightly, happily rolling back and forth on the bed.
The child’s mother asked her: “Where did these come from?
”The child suddenly thought of another relative: “Grandmother must have sent them to me!
”Her parents were bewildered, as the child’s grandmother had long since passed away and couldn’t possibly have sent gifts.
The young child didn’t understand then, but when she grew up and heard the legend of the wish-granting spirit, she realized the truth.
The one she had encountered must have been one of those holy beings dwelling in God’s realm!
Every time she recalled it, she felt like a blessed and fortunate child.
A smile would spread across her face.
The spirit left the small town, continuing to seek out the children she favored, those with innocent, pure wishes and beautiful dreams.
As the poet Tito said, Trilobite Men are fickle.
These children would grow and change, becoming entirely different beings.
But for now, in their childhood, they remained pure and unblemished.
She wore her dream-like robe, moving through crowds unseen, much like Polo who once roamed the mortal world.
She observed all the novel things around her, yet remained invisible to all.
She was a being of dreams and illusions, a miracle traversing the realm of sleep.
A merchant caravan arrived in the city, bringing shocking and sensational news.
“They say many monsters have appeared near Volcano City.
”“So many people have died!
”“Those monsters come in swarms, descending from the sky with flames, devouring entire towns and villages.
”“Everywhere they pass, flames spread, like hell on earth.
”“I heard priests from all the great temples are rushing there, killing those monsters and driving them out.
”Someone speculated: “Could it be the vengeful spirits of the Hosen family acting up again?
”Another chimed in: “Monsters wreathed in flames must be the restless souls of those consumed by fire years ago, trying to drag the living into their fiery hell.
”Voices clamored, theories and speculations flying about.
The spirit’s joy faded as she heard of thousands dying in the disaster, her heart growing heavy.
“I should go east and see,” she decided.
———————In the hot air balloon’s basket, the spirit curled up beneath a soft fabric.
She and the balloon soared through the sea of clouds, basking in a tranquility utterly different from God’s realm.
Spirits rarely dream, for they are the masters of the dream realm.
Unless their emotions fluctuate greatly, their inner selves yearning to dream of something beautiful, or wishing to store precious memories.
Yet this time, amid clouds and balloon, the spirit began to dream.
In her dreamlike state, she felt herself become as light as clouds and cotton candy, drifting to an unknown place.
She saw a familiar place, a hall bathed in holy light.
“Ah!
”“How did I return here?
”A figure in a white robe stood by the window, a lock of black hair visible beneath the hood.
His gaze pierced beyond, as if seeing through the entire dream realm into the mortal world.
“God!
” the spirit approached.
Yin Shen’s voice came from the window, speaking of the eastern lands the spirit had intended to visit, where monsters ran amok.
“As long as the fire demons exist in this world, they pose a threat to the Trilobite Men.
”“So for the sake of the Trilobite Men, must we exterminate the race of monsters?
”The spirit felt at a loss.
She had only intended to observe this disaster.
To see if she could do anything, if she could save some people.
The spirit asked God: “What should be done?
”Yin Shen replied: “Every race has the right to dwell upon the earth.
”“Delineate their territories, let them each find their place.
”The spirit suddenly awoke.
She sat up, the soft fabric sliding off her body.
Faint white mist brushed past the hot air balloon, occasionally drifting into the basket, caressing the spirit.
The spirit knew she had received divine inspiration.
She murmured to herself.
“Every race has the right to dwell upon the earth.
”“The Yinsai Kingdom belongs to the Trilobite Men, the deep sea to the People of the Abyss, and now a realm for the monsters?
”Though every life has the right to inhabit this world, God had promised this world to them all.
But this didn’t mean they could do as they pleased.
Only with God’s permission could they act.
And these newborn lives and races of monsters had not yet received God’s approval.