Only God-Chapter 538 - 463 Godfather

Hiris finally came to his senses and looked at Nakbet in disbelief.

"What? What did you say?"

Nakbet repeated:

"Our Father... is going to transform this world.

There are two things, both originating from our Father. I can’t think of any other possibility besides him wanting to transform this world."

Hiris furrowed his brows,

"But... why would our Father want to do such a thing?"

Nakbet shook his head,

"I don’t know,

All I know is that the Gods are panicking, and the Dream God Laren is fanning the flames.

And if our Father is to transform this world, it will certainly not be just those two simple things."

Hiris took a deep breath and murmured:

"Then my dwarves and giants..."

Seeing this, Nakbet reassured him:

"Don’t panic, Hiris; you know our Father, whatever He does, He won’t harm the mortals on the ground."

Hiris regained his composure and after a moment of contemplation, said in a low voice:

"I’m just worried whether my race is ready to meet the transformation..."

Hearing this, Nakbet couldn’t help but give a bitter smile:

"No one can really be ready,

just like when Heaven descended, who was truly prepared for that?"

Hiris nodded, agreeing with Nakbet’s words.

"So, what are the Gods planning to do next?"

A moment later, the God of the Mountain and Craftsmanship spoke.

"Are you afraid they are going to do something foolish, as the Six Gods once did?"

Nakbet asked in return.

Hiris did not deny it; that was indeed his concern.

"To be honest, I don’t know, Hiris. Even though we are divine, our thoughts are like those of humans, always changing with the wind."

Nakbet paused, then added:

"But for now, many divinities want to stop it all.

They hope that our Father will retract that great power."

Veldor had been following the Sect for a long time.

As time went by, this dwarf youth had gradually received complete acceptance from the Sect; he had been baptized again, and had chosen an old Believer as his Godfather.

Generally, a True Believer is only baptized once in a lifetime, but different regions, races, and Sects have their own rituals and customs. The Sect that Veldor was part of required three baptisms.

One at birth or upon initial belief, one upon reaching adulthood or confirming one’s faith, and the last before death or at the funeral.

And Veldor had just received his second baptism. After being baptized, one must recognize an old Believer of the Sect as a Godfather, and most people would choose someone they were closer to, such as a Priest of the Sect, but Veldor, in order to steal money, had the audacity to choose that old Believer as his Godfather.

In the entire Sect, he was the old Believer’s only godson.

Throughout the years the Sects roamed from east to west, the True Believers within the Sects saw the Dwarf Kingdom slowly undergo revolutionary changes.

Steam Hydraulic Forging Machines began to slowly spread throughout the country; whenever the True Believers were shocked by the thunderous noises and marveled at the Holy Artifacts of Hiris, they could never have imagined that Veldor would be the first to discover the "Mechanical Book."

The True Believers only knew of the Wood Stone Clan, that once obscure Clan that rose to power overnight to become the new nobility coveted by all in the Royal City.

Whenever Veldor thought about these things, he was filled with unspeakable pain and hatred, yet he could not share his feelings with anyone else. He could only curse the Wood Stone Clan before sleep each night, hoping that they would all drop dead overnight.

But this seemed impossible since the Wood Stone Clan was now enjoying all the trappings of wealth and honor.

During this time, the only thing Veldor was grateful for was that his relationship with the old Believer finally seemed to have grown closer.

This was probably due to the father-son relationship fostered by the Godfather.

Although the old Believer still seemed to guard his heart against him, as if seeing through Veldor’s ulterior motives, he had become more willing to talk than before. From him, Veldor learned why the old Believer had converted to the True Religion.

It turned out that the old Believer’s wife and child were True Believers, and his son had died in an accident decades ago, after which his wife became downcast and soon passed away as well.

"That accident... I will never forget that accident,"

The old Believer’s voice was faint, his eyes cloudy,

"I took the charcoal out, forgot about it for a moment, and it fell to the ground,

I thought it had gone out, but it unexpectedly set the whole house on fire.

At first, we all managed to escape, but my Beelu went back in to retrieve our family’s savings, and just like that, he died inside."

The passing of his wife and child was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for the old Believer in his prime.

After the death of his wife and child lapsed into a spiritual collapse, he had become a Wanderer, beginning his life of drifting from place to place, living off thievery and begging. He lived in a daze until he met a Priest.

The Priest gave him some money, introduced him to this Sect, and advised him to pray devoutly and live a good life, and then became his Godfather.

After that, the two had never seen each other again.

The old Believer had converted to the True Religion partly out of concern that he wouldn’t see his wife and child after death, and partly because he was moved by the kind act of the Priest.

"My wife and child are dead,"

The old Believer said briefly:

"Besides God, there is no one else who will forgive me."

In those words, Veldor heard the old Believer’s endless regret.

He first felt a bit of sympathy, but soon after, the malice in his heart began to surface.

Why not honor him as a son, fill his void, and gain his trust in turn to embezzle the Sect’s money?

Even Veldor himself found the thought abhorrent.

But what of it?

He was a Wanderer, after all.

He harbored intense hatred which not even the nightly recitation of Scriptures could alleviate.

Veldor hated his biological father, hated his former Clansmen and the Wood Stone Clan, hated his own incompetence, and even hated the entire world.

He seemed to represent all those in the world who harbored hatred.

As long as there was a shred of hatred in this world, he would forever persist with his malevolence.

Who could be blamed when it was he who had suffered such misfortune?

Lord, you really chose the wrong person!

You should have chosen someone kind and honest to bully, presenting them with endless frustrations, letting them never complain no matter what, and then elevate them to Heaven to showcase Your mercy.

But you let me suffer pain, caused me to lose all my dignity; don’t you know I cannot endure, that my heart is filled with thoughts of vengeance?

In his silent prayers, Veldor viciously vented his rage.

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