Mage Manual-Chapter 636 - 508: Only Those Who Do Not Make Wishes Can Have Their Wishes Granted

Ling Ting Angel!

Five-winged Demigod, seated beneath the Divine Lord!

A true mythic being, capable of easily altering the fate of all living creatures, a non-human existence!

Although it appeared that Ash was only missing two void wings compared to the angels, he barely knew that Mages had silver, gold, seven-colored, and colorless void wings, whereas he didn’t even know the names of the angels’ wings!

Such an existence was beyond unreachable as a target; they had never even dreamed of meeting one!

Even Legendary Mages wouldn’t dare hope to glimpse the shadow of an angel!

But compared to the shock brought by the angel, they were more concerned about what she had just said.

"Is this the Heavenly Kingdom?" Ash looked at his own hands, "Am I already dead?"

"Not yet," said Ling Ting calmly, "It’s not only the dead who can come to the Heavenly Kingdom; you were actively brought here by the Gospel."

"This is the final stage of inheriting the Gospel; every generation’s First Gospel comes here." She glanced at the two of them, the bells ringing, "Mystical, to have two people as this generation’s First Gospel. Even more marvelous is that you both possess a Secret Avatar."

Faced with the Ling Ting Angel, neither Ash nor Diya dared to act rashly; as Diya was about to speak, Ash held her. Weighing his words, Ash cautiously asked, "How can she inherit the Gospel then? What will happen if she doesn’t inherit it?"

"Not inheriting is an inheritance in itself."

Ling Ting walked toward them, the bell on her earphones silent at this moment. However, when she came within five steps of them, Ash and Diya felt their bodies penetrated by an invisible sound—her gaze seemed to vibrate with intensity, as if at any moment she could shred them into the finest particulates with the sound of the bells.

It wasn’t a direct threat from the Holy Domain, Magic Power, or Technique Spirit, nor was it an indirect suggestion from a Miracle; it rather seemed like the knowledge in her gaze was enough to easily crush them.

When the ranks of the Magic Faction surpass the legendary, can mere knowledge shake reality?

"The spider web beneath your feet is the legacy left to you by the previous generation’s First Gospel," Ling Ting paused, then added, "It is also the Heart’s Desire of the Divine Lord that you’ve long awaited."

The Divine Lord’s Desire!?

Diya just remembered this, excitedly hoping to kneel and touch it but was stopped by Ash pressing on her shoulder. Calming herself down, she carefully touched one of the Spider Silk threads.

Fate.

Arrangement.

Plan.

In a trance, she saw the life of a Goblin technician. Born in Mongfera, he naturally squandered loans from the Belladett family as a youth, married and worked at twenty, his technique gradually improving through his job, became a Silver Mage in the alchemy faction at thirty-three, retired with his wife at fifty to explore the Abyss and Gospel...

She saw the impact of Gospel on this Goblin worker: from childhood, guiding him to befriend those with a similar nature, making him interested in the alchemy machinery he had a talent for, giving him the chance to meet his future wife as an adult, and sensibly arranging courses after work to enhance his magic skills...

Throughout his life, he always lived under the arrangement of the Gospel. Although he did not have riches or glory, he had a relaxed life with friends, family, work, hobbies, plus living in a consumerist-centric city like Mongfera; he had always been creating value, enjoying value, achieving value, with only occasional family friction—he hardly encountered any societal beat-downs, going to work cheerfully every day.

This was neither the past nor the future; this goblin had just started working after getting married. Gospel had already finalized his second volume, ready to follow the outline for his third volume.

"This is the destiny of an Evangelist."

Diya, touching the Spider Silk, looked around at the vast, endless Spider Web.

"This is the destiny of the entire Kingdom of Gospel."

"Just close to destiny," Ling Ting corrected, "It contains neither the ’luck’ that can affect variables nor the unchangeable ’fate,’ just a plan that incorporates everything within its scope, striving for a relatively happy life for everyone within the collective."

"And this," Ling Ting pointed towards the center of the spider web nearby, "is the inheritance you are to receive last. Do you see there, an unconnected strand of Spider Silk? If you take that strand in hand, it signifies your willingness to inherit this legacy, you can choose to continue weaving the future of the Gospel."

"What if she doesn’t inherit?" Ash asked.

"If she doesn’t inherit, naturally the weaving won’t continue," Ling Ting said matter-of-factly, "Upon using up this spider web, the Gospel System will automatically dissolve and become a machine that can only respond."

"However, even if you aren’t willing to weave, there’s no need to give up the inheritance. You can inherit this legacy, then gather up the spider web and ignite it, making your Heart’s Desire before this flame almost like fate."

Ash and Diya were startled, "Make a wish?"

"Yes," Ling Ting continued, "Mystical, did you really think that the Heart’s Desire of the Divine Lord means the Weaver listens to your heart and uses miracles to fulfill your desires?"

They said nothing, that’s indeed what they had thought.

"The Weaving Festival happens every fifty years, and the First Gospel changes every fifty years. If the Weaver truly had to fulfill your desires, it would mean she would have to make time specifically for you every fifty years." Ling Ting raised her eyebrows, the two bells jingling, "Mystical, in your eyes, is the Weaver such a leisurely, benevolent existence?"

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