Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1488 - 137: Shoreside Arc – "There Are No Zealots Here.
Temple of the Radiant Mother Goddess.
The Cloud Whale guides, casting magnificent rays of light.
Boris, in a white robe embroidered with gold patterns of the Lighthouse, sat atop the Cloud Whale’s back with twelve high-ranking followers.
As the clouds broke open, Marta suddenly covered her eyes, crimson blood seeping through her fingers. She tried to look directly at the radiance surrounding the temple, and thus her eyes were burned.
"Cover it with laurel cloth." Boris handed a strip soaked in laurel juice to the trembling girl: "Mortal flesh cannot withstand even a billionth of the Radiant Mother Goddess’s brilliance."
"Sect Leader..." Marta trembled as she spoke: "Are we really going? It is the Radiant Mother Goddess."
"Shh..." Boris shook his finger: "Since the Mother Goddess has invited us, we must preach."
In fact, they did not have the power to refuse the invitation. The other party is a First Level God, and every inch of sunlight is her incarnation.
Moreover, the Radiant Mother Goddess is a well-reputed Order True God, not one to commit evil deeds. Perhaps she just wants to understand the Lighthouse—after all, who could resist the charm of the Lighthouse Church?
Looking at Marta, still trembling, Boris’s gaze softened: "Marta, if you are afraid, you can turn back. The Cloud Whale will not blame your cowardice."
Marta glanced at Boris; even though her eyes hurt, covered by laurel cloth, she still found Boris so dazzling. Clutching the strip tightly, she whispered: "You gave me, a wanderer, a place to stay; you made me a priest. I will not retreat."
Boris acknowledged with a sound, speaking no further.
The Cloud Whale swept over the Nine-layered Rainbow Bridge, and the temple stood majestically before them.
Guided by the Dawn Knights, Boris stepped into the hall. Twelve radiant columns stood tall, a golden sun disk at the dome.
The Radiant Mother Goddess sat on the sacred throne of flesh and blood condensation.
She did not have a human form, and this form was merely an incarnation. The true her had long merged into the sky of Luowasha, becoming the firmament itself. This form was made of pure light flames, with a sacred halo floating and rotating at the top, consisting of six protruding white tips, resembling a sun disk radiating light.
Boris looked directly, and even with his combat power augmented to 6500 points by the "Lighthouse Sect Leader" status, his eyes still burned with pain. The twelve followers behind him, some quickly bowed their heads, while others knelt to the ground in agony, their eyes bursting.
Do not look directly at the god; do not desecrate the god.
Beside the Radiant Mother Goddess were six Twelve-winged Great Angels, all in white robes with gold cloaks. One of them, with distinct black hair, seemed familiar to Boris, who couldn’t help but gaze more at this angel’s face.
...Is that the Mother in the Mortal World, Lin Wang’an? How did she become a great angel of the Radiant Mother Goddess? Boris was shocked inwardly but showed no expression.
"I have heard you act as the Agent for the little Lighthouse in the Mortal World, preaching for him and gathering worldly faith." The Mother Goddess’s voice vibrated the air, and instantly, two of the followers behind Boris exploded into a mist of blood. The remaining believers prostrated, their skin revealing burning scriptures: "You teach the Lighthouse’s offspring to disassemble the light, yet do not know darkness is the source." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂
Boris’s expression remained unchanged, though anger simmered within: "Father God’s honorable name is Lighthouse Master, not little Lighthouse."
The Radiant Mother Goddess spoke no further.
Boris took out a Red Covered Book; since the Radiant Mother Goddess showed interest, he might as well preach. However, the two exploding bodies behind him reminded him that this ancient deity seemed to harbor ill intentions.
He felt the Lighthouse Pendant on his chest heating up, and he gripped it involuntarily, silently praying: Father God, please bless me.
At that moment, his burning eyes looked at the temple’s floor tiles, as if countless twisted human faces were wailing below—a sign almost impossible within a true god’s temple.
"No, something’s wrong... Has she demonized?" A terrifying thought arose in Boris’s mind. Although he had suspected it before, the Radiant Mother Goddess was an ancient true god, and this thought was too absurd.
But having seen these evil omens, Boris had to wonder: Why did Noel really delay the Lord of the End of All Things’s arrival? Is it truly just for possessing the newborn Rin Clan?
What if the Lord of the End of All Things has set sights on a First Level God?
Under a First Level God’s assault, people wouldn’t even be able to escape to Eden. Would Noel even need to possess someone?
He felt as if he were in a frozen cave, with only the Lighthouse Pendant in his hand still warm.
He saw the Radiant Mother Goddess’s forehead crack open into a third vertical eye, its pupil floating with a miniature black hole. Then, suddenly, the fog in his mind dispersed, and the fervor of his faith burnt away.
"I have noticed your fanatical faith state is influenced by your occupation." The Radiant Mother Goddess raised her flawless hand: "I have removed it for you. Now you are a clear-minded human."
Boris released the Lighthouse Pendant, one hand behind his back. Most of the twelve high-ranking followers behind him had fainted under the intense pressure.
With jade-green eyes now extremely clear, Boris lifted his head, half-testing, half-arrogant: "So?"
The six great angels shifted slightly, seemingly displeased with his attitude.
The Radiant Mother Goddess didn’t mind, her third vertical eye shimmering with cosmic starlight, her voice rich like fine wine: "How about a deal? Your self-hypnosis to believe in him is merely for the power. I can give you that."
"The condition?" Boris asked.
Under the Radiant Mother Goddess’s light flame skirt, golden threads flowed, like woven lines, gripping Boris’s large divine robe, holding his pure white gloves.
"Use your doctrine as bait to turn a million followers into the womb for nurturing a new god."
Upon hearing this, Boris quickly understood the Radiant Mother Goddess’s purpose.
—The Radiant Mother Goddess intended to leave Luowasha, inevitably casting everything aside. But if, in the new world, many continued to believe in her, she could quickly return to her peak state.
So, she targeted the now widespread Lighthouse Church in Luowasha, targeted Boris with profound methods, targeted the million believers under his command.
A god’s emblem can be altered, a god’s true name disguised.
As long as the original Lighthouse God was absent, who cared who the belief was truly for?
"You wish to kill Father... Su Ming’an. Is Ms. Lin beside you agreeable?" Boris didn’t respond directly, instead diverting the focus. Sweat dropped from his forehead, knowing if he misspoke, angering the Radiant Mother Goddess, he and his followers would become mere dust under the radiant sun.
The Radiant Mother Goddess’s third vertical eye shifted, seemingly looking at the black-haired great angel beside her.
The black-haired great angel remained silent.
"Heh... Heh heh, you truly are a good mother." Boris considered his own mother not great, calling him "trashy," but compared to Ms. Lin, she was a slight improvement.
Though he didn’t know how Ms. Lin became a great angel, perhaps she sold out her son’s information; otherwise, why would the Radiant Mother Goddess target Su Ming’an?
"Come now, clear-headed child." The intense radiance flickered, the temperature rose sharply, the Mother Goddess’s voice vibrated through the air, golden threads coiled around Boris, pulling him towards the flames: "Become my womb, preach for me, become a cradle for nurturing new gods, draw in those lost lambs. In return, you shall gain the supreme power of radiance..."
Boris was pulled calmly, unable to resist, as these golden threads were like the most unbreakable chains.
However, he suddenly laughed and said, "An excellent Sect Hierarch is always fully prepared at every step. Even when facing an irresistible Deity."
He clenched his teeth, crushing a poison hidden under his tongue.
"...You have regained your sanity, so why do you still hold your ground for him?" The voice of the Radiant Mother God was puzzled.
"Not... for him..." Boris spat out blood, speaking intermittently, "It’s... for... myself..."
For the strength of the Lighthouse Sect Leader to remain unyielding.
To not become a tool for the Mother Goddess.
To wager on the rare hesitations of this Righteous God.
In fact, a better method would have been to run away the moment he received the invitation from the Radiant Mother God, to escape to the Abyss Plane, to a place untouched by sunlight, abandoning all matters of the Lighthouse Church, hiding in a corner waiting for the ship to the New World to dock, without probing any stance of this Righteous God.
But he still came.
Indeed, at that time he was not clear-minded; he was in a hypnotic state, so he did not flee in time, and even thought about helping Father God gather information... What a pity...
He is just a rat crawling out of the gutter, willing to abandon even himself for power, preaching about sacrifice and fearlessness... all utter nonsense...
His vision repeatedly blacked out, and before losing consciousness, Boris saw his followers falling to the ground one by one, including Martha, the girl who once expressed fear. She looked at him with tears, her body gradually turning to dust under the radiant sun.
Boris suddenly felt apologetic.
He couldn’t distinguish whether this apology stemmed from not being strong enough as the Lighthouse Sect Leader, or from Boris’s personal guilt.
In the end, whether he was clear-minded or not, he was just a thoroughly rotten madman.
Amidst the clouds, the brilliant radiant sun obscured everything.
...
Su Ming’an stared at the crimson watch in his hand.
The cover was carved with roses and lilies, adorned with rubies and agate, the dial shone with a white luster, and the bright red digits froze at [8530/10000].
This was given to him by the Cloud City God, an instrument used to calculate energy, similar in effect to Xiber’s rusty key. Reaching 10000 Points would mean setting sail. As a powerful Deity, the Cloud City God could accurately calculate this value.
"It’s still more than fourteen hundred short..." Su Ming’an felt a headache. Tens of billions of people needed to break away from here, and even though Luowasha’s 3030 massive resets have accumulated so much, it’s still not enough.
Wrapping the watch with a silver chain on his left hand, Su Ming’an finished the milk tea on the table, stood up, and tapped on the table beside him:
"Cloud City God, I need to meet with the Radiant Mother God for something. Would you be willing to accompany me?"
Perhaps slightly fatigued from challenging the Gods, the Cloud City God was now resting in the tavern, savoring the local specialty milk tea. Upon hearing this, those golden eyes looked over: "Alright."
Su Ming’an didn’t know how to bring back Su Rin’s humanity, and it was said to require significant stimulation to separate; apart from his own death, he really couldn’t think of a good way.
As for why the Cloud City God followed him, it was simple: with Su Ming’an, one could see various gods.
"Go straight ahead?" the Cloud City God asked.
"The Radiant Mother God is the embodiment of heaven and earth, essentially without a health bar, so it’s best not to act rashly." Su Ming’an said, "Huan Jiala’s words may not be trustworthy; I must first test whether the Radiant Mother God’s state is normal and cannot charge directly."
Just as he was planning to leave, a white-haired youth walked in at the door.
"A glass of Osai Luo Malt Wine."
Su Ming’an originally intended to leave directly, but his heightened Sixth Sense, resultant from exceedingly high Mentality Points, issued a warning. Instinctively looking over, he saw that the white-haired youth was sitting at the bar, possessing a pair of deep and dim dark yellow pupils, with golden glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
Seemingly sensing Su Ming’an’s gaze, the white-haired youth slightly turned his head, casting a glance at Su Ming’an, the gloomy expression lifting in a slight, cold smile.
...This person is not simple.
Su Ming’an stepped forward, placing a Var Currency on the bar, taking a higher-grade Casai Imperial Liquor with one hand, placing it in front of the white-haired youth.
"You’re buying me a drink?" The white-haired youth took the Osai Luo Malt Wine, slightly raised the cup towards Su Ming’an: "Those who make such gestures toward me are usually passionate and flamboyant ladies."
A guy who often gets hit on.
Su Ming’an quickly profiled this person’s characteristics, lowering his voice: "In fact, I’d like to consult you about something." He glanced at the high-proof liquor, ordered a milk tea, stirring the black tea leaves: "I can tell that you are quite knowledgeable about related matters, and I’m struggling to win over a noble lady..."
He has a Gold Level passive Missionary Halo and SS Charm; as long as the other party is willing to communicate with him, they will unconsciously develop a fondness for him. So, he only needs to continue along the lines of what the other party mentioned.
After reaching the Eighth Rank, players’ Sixth Sense had become somewhat like a Deity’s foresight; Su Ming’an believed this person would not be ordinary.
"A noble lady?" The white-haired youth brazenly assessed Su Ming’an’s attire: "Does she reside among the clouds, donned in a beautiful gown woven of gemstones and golden threads?"
Though a very plain sentence, Su Ming’an felt as though it might be alluding to the Radiant Mother God.
...Did he hear it, or was it just casually mentioned?
"Yes, she is very powerful and very beautiful, and has also shown me favor. But I don’t know what her situation is like; this troubles me greatly, leaving me unsure whether to meet with her." Su Ming’an adopted a dejected posture.
The shadowy eyes subtly shifted, and the white-haired youth suddenly lowered his voice, leaning towards Su Ming’an’s ear, saying:
"...Perhaps, I could take you to meet her."
Su Ming’an’s expression slightly shifted.
"Whether it’s Cloud Mist Island, Glory Holy City, Sky Mirror, or Leviathan’s Remains... these seemingly unreachable Heavenly Islands, I’ve been to them all." The white-haired youth smiled: "I am well-acquainted with the Dawn Knights. You nod, and I’ll take you there. I am unaware of the noble lady’s current condition. If you perceive anything amiss, you can withdraw at any time. Of course, the reward is non-refundable."
This statement was already clear.
Just entered a random teahouse and encountered a guide?
"The reward?" Su Ming’an said softly.
"Once you meet her or decide to withdraw, we’ll talk." The white-haired youth smiled.
