I am God Chapter 97: ：A town with life

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It is an exquisite pen made of black steel, but when many pens are arranged together, it does not look so stunning and surprising.

Helfas took out one of the black pens from the box and inlaid a newly made photo bead on it. He injected spiritual power into the black pen and then continued to set up the controls inside the photo bead. Established process for this black fountain pen.

"Real name, location, time."

"Inspection tracks."

After Helfas put down the pen, the black pen released his spiritual power and penetrated the photo beads to condense a shadow invisible to the naked eye, which looked somewhat similar to the outline of Helfas's soul.

It holds a black pen, like a record monitor.

It will go to the human world and stay in a certain location. It will regularly patrol to a fixed location and recite the true name of the sealed object to suppress the weird consciousness.

It walks among the farmlands, villages and towns, coming and going without a trace, and will not be cut off as long as Helfas continues to inject spiritual power into them.

This is the method Helfas initially used to prevent the sealed object from requiring a demon hunter, and also to prevent the sealed object from backlash and breaking away from the seal. A black pen inlaid with shadow beads can monitor a large area. The seal of the region.

In the past, Helfas could only control three or four sealed objects. As his power became stronger, he was able to multi-task. His mental power was transformed into a large number of tentacles that extended out, and even the sealed objects he controlled became There are more.

But of course this kind of control is not very sophisticated, but for these ordinary oil bread tree farmland, cocoon tree farmland, etc., you just need to recite their true names from time to time to suppress them, and then pay attention to their situation. .

This kind of thing is different from fighting, and naturally it does not require too precise operations.

This was just the beginning, but recently he had a better idea.

He always seems to have some fantastic ideas, I don’t know where they come from, but every fantastic idea can raise civilization to a higher level.

He was not satisfied that the combination of the black pen and the photo beads was just for supervising the sealed objects. He began to leave the steps on how to advance these sealed objects in the photo beads. He hoped that the black pen could patrol and suppress these sealed objects, and at the same time, he could Helps the sealed objects in an area to advance.

Even, the combination of black pen and photo beads can help the sealed objects in an area finally integrate together, turning into a secret realm that can resist and reject strange invasion and perception, and can be self-sufficient.

For example.

With dozens of pieces of oil bread farmland, seven or eight human-faced trees, and a third-order cave house giant tree, they are integrated into a closed whole, gradually moving towards the once living town of Helfas. Imagine.

The oil bread tree can provide food. The human face tree can control air humidity and even store water. The cave house giant tree is the most natural residence and shelter.

Towns are not dead things.

But alive.

Of course, this is only the advancement of the bread tree branch. The advancement of other sealed objects can naturally give birth to different living towns.

But no matter which one.

In a sense, it can replace the power of the bronze Dragon King statue to build a city.

He picked up the black pen again and tried to add and modify the content in the photo beads.

"Next step, design the steps for growth."

"Self-division, self-sealing, how to grow and advance."

"Sealing ceremony, urban structure layout, relying on high-level sealed objects to control similar low-level sealed objects."

"Well, where else."

"A little something to add here."

"Successful."

"We must first find a place to experiment and supervise it personally."

Herfas is like a craftsman carving a stunning treasure. He is careful throughout the process, but what is born in the end is only an embryo.

This is the first time he has tried this method. Next, he must go to the human world to personally supervise the operation of this black pen and the birth of the living town.

He put down the black pen.

Get up and put on a set of decent clothes.

The inner part is a slightly tight-fitting blouse, and the outer part is a robe with wide, fat sleeves, with patterns embroidered on the cuffs and open placket.

This is a kind of clothing that evolved from the robes of monks in the land of the full moon, so it also has a strong sense of religious ritual.

The sea of ​​clouds and dense fog outside were still white and shining, but he once again thought of the gloom and drizzle on this land, so he put on another raincoat and cloak, and held a leather bag in his other hand. box.

The suitcase contains many manuscripts written by Helfas himself. Although the photo beads can store information, Helfas still habitually likes to write down when thinking.

And in that thick pile of paper, the first one read at the beginning.

"Analysis of the four-part secret technique of divine grace."

He still has a very crucial thing to do recently.

Breaking through the fourth level.

Only when he breaks through the fourth level can he be completely free from the constraints of his body and life span. After breaking through the fourth level, he no longer needs to rely on the Tower of Babel to complete his reincarnation. At that time, he may have initially grasped some initiative.

For your own life, for your own life.

At least, you don’t have to watch yourself grow old day by day, you don’t have to worry about death knocking on your door, and you no longer have to worry about your fragile self being full of weaknesses and being found and killed with one strike.

He doesn't know if his talent is good, because there is no one who can match him, but it seems that there is no big problem in breaking through to the fourth level.

The four-point secret technique of divine grace he obtained originally included divine grace. It was advanced knowledge based on divine grace. This secret book also solved his next and even higher needs. knowledge.

"It's time to go."

He walked out of the gate and came to the edge of the cliff. After looking into the distance, he jumped.

He does not rely on the power of sealed objects.

You can soar in the sky and sea of ​​clouds.

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She was carrying a basket and wearing a coarse sleeveless knee-length skirt as she picked wild ferns that could be used as food in the wilderness. Her face looked dirty.

Seeing that it was almost dark, she still didn't pick much food.

She comes from a small settlement on the edge of a country. There are only more than a hundred people. She is poor and has nothing. Her food sources mainly come from gathering wild ferns and hunting, or exchanging prey for food and some daily necessities.

But not long ago, a settlement not far from their settlement was gifted by God and received a piece of oil bread farmland. The king sent a nobleman to take many people to that settlement and upgraded the settlement into a village.

Those who own villages are official citizens and are no longer so-called savages.

She went to see it from a distance with the children from the settlement a few days ago.

The beautiful and neat saplings are hung with freshly grown fruits. Just looking at them makes people want to swallow their saliva. However, the people in the new village send people to patrol all the time and even notice them. Then he came to drive them away.

"Thief."

"Do you want to steal our breadfruit?"

"Leave immediately."

They dispersed in a hurry, but they still thought about the oil bread farmland.

"I wonder what freshly grown breadfruit tastes like."

"It must be better than the powdery paste we had before!"

"Is it better than that? It's the most delicious thing we have ever eaten. It has a sweet taste and there are oil stars in it."

"I really want to try it."

So, she fantasized about one day moving with her parents to a village with breadbasket farmland, where she would have endless food and no longer have to be afraid of scary dragon beasts or even weird disasters. .

"Shasha."

In the jungle, a figure carrying a suitcase pushed aside the branches and leaves and walked out.

The child who was bending down to pick wild ferns straightened up and was stunned, because she had never seen anyone dressed like that.

The fabric the other party is wearing is extremely gorgeous, just like the clouds in the sky, and the patterns embroidered on it are so mysterious that they seem to have some mysterious power, attracting people's minds to those patterns.

In short, it is like being from the sky or another world.

After taking one look at the other person, she realized that he was just a child, so she withdrew her gaze and continued walking forward.

She shouted excitedly like a child who had seen something new.

"Hey, that outsider."

"What are you doing here? This is not your place."

She imitated the glare of the man who drove them away before, very territorial, even if there was nothing in their place.

But in reality, she just wanted to get closer and look at that beautiful dress.

The man stopped, letting her look at him with wide eyes, and then said with a smile: "I am going to build an oil-bread life town near here."

Her curiosity suddenly aroused: "Life Town?"

That person: "A city that can produce countless breadfruit and shelter tens of thousands of people, so that the people living here will not lack food and no longer be afraid of strange attacks."

She opened her mouth wide. Children like stories like this the most and are the easiest to believe those absurd rumors.

She asked stupidly: "Is there really such a place?"

The man said: "It will be there soon."

Her: "Are you building it alone?"

That person: "Well, don't count me alone, we still have to do it together."

She asked with great anticipation: "How long will it take to see it?"

The man thought for a while and said: "It will take a while. After all, beautiful things are like flowers. They always need to wait. They will bloom quietly until the season comes. There is no rush."

She didn't know what the flowers were, but the man had already walked forward and waved goodbye to her.

"But you should see it."

"A little girl who loves to stare, I hope you like it."

In the end, her squinting eyes and pretending to be imposing did not intimidate the other party at all, but instead attracted a smile from the other party's words.

She stood on the roadside with a basket and watched the man go away, but what the other person said was deeply imprinted in her memory.

She ran back excitedly, telling her brothers and sisters first, and then her friends.

"The man's clothes are like clouds. They must be woven by the clouds in the sky."

"The box he is carrying is very beautiful. There must be precious treasures hidden inside."

"He..."

She tried her best to talk about what she saw and heard, but her words were stumbling. She was illiterate and had little knowledge, and she couldn't come up with any decent descriptive words.

However, she is still doing her best to share what she sees with others.

But no one believed her.

What greeted her excited face were pairs of questioning eyes, and everyone thought she was lying.

"You must have made up the story!"

"Only God can give bread and oil farmland, and you said it can shelter tens of thousands of cities. How is this possible?"

“God rides on a huge iron bird and lives in the sky, so he cannot walk on the earth!”

She yelled angrily and even got into a fight with other children in the colony, but still no one believed her.

She stubbornly told what she saw, and then the story spread to the ears of adults, even her parents.

But her parents were not happy, but said in horror.

"I must have fallen asleep, and the dream turned out to be true."

"Children can't always tell the difference between dreams and reality."

"She must have been asleep."

She snarled a few words, but was beaten severely in front of everyone.

She returned home crying, but her mother told her that she must not mention such words outside, because any words about gods may bring disaster to their family and even their settlement.

She was so scared that she never dared to mention it outside.

But not long after, she heard the news coming back from outside. People from the settlement came back from outside, shouting with envy.

"There it is again."

“Another piece of oil bread farmland was born.”

"Have you not seen the shadows of gods and iron birds recently?"

The people in the settlement ran out and discussed the matter loudly in the open space in the center of the settlement.

It turned out that another settlement not far away also owned a piece of oil bread farmland, which made the people in their settlement extremely jealous. Why were they not chosen for such a gift?

However, this also led to something. People in the settlement began to believe in the gods devoutly. They worked together to make wooden statues of the gods and erected them in the open space in the center of the settlement, looking forward to the day when blessings would come to them. on the body.

The miracle was soon born.

Just not on them.

Another year later, another oil bread farmland was born in another nearby settlement.

After a year passed, another land was born, and God's gifts appeared on this land one after another.

It seems that this land has been favored by God.

But it was never her tribe's turn.

Although the people in the settlement were disappointed, their hearts became more eager, and they began to pray to the gods frequently.

Finally one day, she woke up and heard cheers outside.

At this time, she was already a young girl. She was no longer a naughty child. She was a sister in the eyes of her brothers and an important member of the family. She had become steady and hard-working.

In the eyes of her family, she is an extremely reliable daughter and a mature and steady eldest sister.

She pulled her younger brother who was running out in a hurry: "What's wrong?"

My younger brother said excitedly to her: "Bread bread tree, bread bread tree appeared outside."

Then he quickly ran outside.

She walked out of the crude stone house and followed her out of the settlement.

Her pupils dilated unconsciously, and what came into view was a sapling.

A large farmland of breadfruit trees grew outside the settlement overnight.

"We also own farmland."

“Thank God for His gift.”

"The gods answered us."

“Thank you to the great gods for giving us food and shelter.”

The people in the entire settlement cheered and shouted and ran towards the farmland, but immediately slowed down and circled around the farmland, or fell to their knees directly.

They were cautious, fearing that they would harm the farmland. They even felt that the farmland was a little unreal, like an illusion, which would dissipate as soon as they rushed in.

——

The patches of oil-bread farmland became wider and wider as they grew, and then something magical happened. These farmlands were gradually connected, leaving only a road as a gap between them.

It's as if someone has divided the areas and boundaries for them, and arranged them from the beginning.

Whenever the ripe season comes.

The golden breadfruit shining in the sun turned into the most beautiful picture, making everyone who came here stunned.

"Such a big piece of farmland?"

"How is it possible? I have never seen so much farmland in one place."

"God, do you love this land so much?"

"A miracle, this must be a miracle."

Many people who saw this scene burst into tears and knelt down for a long time.

Then I stayed here.

As more and more people migrated here, the original villages and populations began to merge and turned into towns.

But the so-called city is just a house with neat rows of wood and stone. It is a larger market town without city walls, but has streets that can accommodate people to walk, and is home to about one or two thousand people.

Originally, some people were worried that overpopulation would attract monsters, but it seemed that there was really some kind of power here, and the monsters and disasters they feared did not come.

Subsequently, a large number of merchants and caravans began to appear here, as well as various masons, carpenters, weavers, oil makers and craftsmen. It gradually turned into a rapidly developing civilization. hub.

As the population becomes larger and larger, various professions gather and are born.

The civilization here has become more and more developed, and it has become a wealthy place known far and near.

And in these years.

She grew up, became a mother, and had her own children.

She lived in the newly built city and married a foreign oil maker.

She opened a small oil-making workshop with her family, and finally lived the life she longed for as a child, and even far exceeded what she longed for.

Sometimes she can't help but tell the children about her adventures and what they said to her.

She finally sighed: "That was really a man who seemed to have walked down from the sky. His voice was full of hope, as if he was predicting that a better future would come."

The child asked him: "Mom, is that person real?"

After she recalled quietly for a while, she suddenly became a little unsure and confused: "I don't know either."

As she grew up, her memories of her childhood began to become blurry, so she also began to wonder whether the thing she encountered that day was true.

Does it really exist, or is it just a figment of your imagination?

She said: "It feels really incredible. I once watched the king travel from a distance, and even the king became insignificant in front of that figure. The king does not have such beautiful clothes, let alone such magnanimity."

"If that is really a fantasy, how could I imagine such an existence?"

The child was extremely excited: "He is so noble that even the king cannot compare with him. What kind of person is that? And he said that this place will become a town of bread and bread, and bread and bread trees really started to grow here. ”

"Mother, you must have met a god, or a messenger from a god."

She said: "I don't know what it is, but don't tell anyone what I said, okay?"

The child asked: "Why?"

She said: "Because no one believes, no one wants to believe that a being who may be a **** can talk to a child in a savage settlement. Even if a **** conveys his will, he should talk to those big people, and I There is nothing to prove this happened."

Having said that, she would always look for that figure everywhere.

She and her family would go to nearby villages where bread and bread fields had just emerged, selling clay pots filled with oil on their backs, and ordering breadfruit from their villages in the future.

At this time, she would take her children and wander around the corners of the newly born farmland and villages, looking around.

Her children also stared with her eyes wide, looking for the fantasy shadow that might appear in the middle of the farmland, looking forward to the fantasy shadow that might suddenly break through the jungle and appear in the world.

"Will you be hiding there?"

"Will you ever get out of there?"

"Is there a figure looking at us in the jungle?"

"It turns out there is nothing!"

"Hahahaha!"

This seems to have become a tacit understanding between her and the children, a little game.

The story that sounded absurd and bizarre has become warm and beautiful.

But.

But she never found the figure in gorgeous clothes again.

But every time she saw the fields of breadfruit trees, she felt that the other party must exist.

She has personally experienced the tremendous changes that have taken place in this land, and feels that everything seems to be moving quickly under some powerful force. She also feels that a great figure is protecting this place, so that there will be no disaster here. For a paradise.

It's just that the other person seems to be walking in another world. Although he is here, she can't see him.

In this way, her life was doubting that what she saw in childhood was just an illusion, and she was moving forward steadily while constantly affirming herself.

Although I can't always find the answer, I still feel longing when I think about it.

This day.

She was teaching her children how to make oil from breadfruit. Suddenly, there was a huge crowd of people outside. She took the tools and took her children out with them.

A huge tree originally grew in the farmland outside the city. The tree continued to grow until it turned into a towering tree.

"What kind of tree is this?"

"How could something like this grow in farmland?"

"Could it be something terrible?"

But after the birth of that tree, the yields of all the nearby oil bread fields became higher, making the climate here more livable, no longer always damp with a rotten smell, and even sick. There are also fewer people.

The originally barren and dry land became extremely fertile, and the wells dug also contained more water.

What's more important is that after having that tree, some of the weird things that were always wandering around began to recede, and they didn't dare to go near here anymore, and the neighborhood became safer.

All kinds of miracles.

Let the reputation of this place spread further.

Even the king came here and regarded this city as his royal city. Because of the breadfruit and the strange tree, he also renamed his country the Kingdom of Bread and Trees.

So she and her tribe suddenly transformed from savages to villagers, and finally became citizens of the Bread Tree King City.

She looked at this brand new country, the growing population, and the city and hometown land that were changing at an incredible speed.

Could it be.

Is this the city that that person said can produce countless breadfruit, a place that can shelter tens of thousands of people?

"It must be, it must be like this."

"Everything that man said is true."

"He really exists."

She hugged her child tightly, looked at her home and farmland in the distance, and shouted loudly into the distance.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for giving us food, thank you for giving us a home."

"Thank you for giving us such a peaceful life."

Her children imitated her and shouted loudly. (End of chapter)