Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality Chapter 589

Chapter 589: Chapter 182: Making a Covenant

As if under the cosmos, or beneath the starry sky.

A light, whose source was unknown, illuminated beside Messe, making his surroundings appear more resplendent, while the distance grew colder and darker.

Though he kept his head lowered, Messe could feel God watching him. It was not just his present self but also the past and future selves.

Feeling this gaze, Messe became somewhat uneasy.

Even though it was just a glance, he already knew this was by no means the God of the Egyptians, nor the God of the Midianites, nor any of the many deities he knew. It was the God from ancient Hebrew mythology who endowed all things with spirit–even at this moment, he felt there surely must be some error in these myths.

Because in Messe's perception, the divinity before him was so great that he could hardly believe anything could stand beside it, nor could the other gods within those myths.

Even though Messe could not distinguish the strength of the divine, just as an ant could not discern the height of mountains, there were always certain existences that, once they appeared before you, you understood their uniqueness.

“God,” seemingly unable to endure the gaze and tension, Messe spoke softly, “By your command, I come here to meet you, to speak of the sufferings we endure.”

“The Hebrews, bearing Divine Blood, have been oppressed for too long, and too long have we not received God's answer. Till today, I finally understood, it turns out God never abandoned us. All our suffering was but a trial given to us.”

“Please grant me your guidance, great and omnipotent God. I shall execute your will in the Mortal Realm as it eternally exists in heaven. I will let mortals know of your greatness, just as they know the Sun hangs in the starry sky.”

The voice echoed in the Void, but Messe waited only to meet a longer silence.

He sensed the gaze upon him seemed to grow heavier… until, at a certain moment, Messe felt a lightness over his body, and he finally heard a voice that seemed to echo from distant times and spaces.

But the content of this voice struck him like a thunderbolt.

“Guidance… there is no guidance, no trials… and no bloodline…”

“Your bloodline has no original sin, but it is not noble either.”

“I have never watched over you, nor would I test your devotion.”

“The Sun will bring you Destruction… the Egyptians will raise the slaughtering blade against you–but I will not end all this. You must live on, and you will end them.”

There were no Lies, nor Deceit. In fact, it was indeed surprising to many that Io and her descendants could reproduce and thrive, even their bloodline's source long forgot this mother and son. It was an unexpected outcome of Isis's choices and Ra's disposition. Since no one anticipated this point in advance, naturally, no tests or abandonments existed.

As for the Hebrew bloodline–their so-called Divine Blood derived from Zeus. It was Sin Blood from an Alien Realm, but to God, it was neither noble nor inherently sinful, as it ought to be.

“…God,” prostrate on the ground, Messe felt a chill throughout his body.

God's words were so merciless, yet so reasonable.

Perhaps, to God, the Hebrews were indeed so insignificant… but if so, why then did He appear here? How was he supposed to save them?

“If the Hebrews are so ordinary, omnipotent God, why do you foretell the calamity soon upon us? If you have never watched over us, why summon me before you? I think there must be something distinguishing us from the Barbarous Nations, which allowed us the honor to receive your descent.”

“Not all of you, just you.”

Messe heard God say this.

“You are nothing special, nor are they. What is special is you. I have always watched over you, but it has always been you, not the Hebrews.”

Slightly raising his head, Messe finally could not resist his urge to act. Yet this time, he did not see God's presence.

In the disarray of time, he saw himself.

The past seemed to replay, and time no longer held secrets. He saw himself come from heaven, from God's hand, and then go to the Mortal Realm; he watched as he was born and died over ten lifetimes, each long. He also saw the future, where firelight stretched from the Sun and burned the world, uncountable lives perishing, yet only he existed.

And this was precisely the reason he met God.

God was not here to save the Hebrews but to save him. God needed him to live on but did not need them to live on. So, God would not save his kin… only he could.

At this moment, a sense of surreptitious joy briefly surged in his heart, but Messe immediately felt ashamed of such a feeling. He was one who came from heaven, the one descending from God's side to the Mortal Realm. Thus, God favored him. Yet when he reflected on his past life, he found himself still unable to abandon his people.

'Perhaps this is the limitation of mortals,' he thought, 'God showed me my past, and yet I cannot feel it in my heart. I only remember these few decades of myself, and not the one who lived through ten lives, the one that came from heaven.'

Thus, pressing his forehead lightly to the ground, Messe prayed to God.

“God, I have come to understand my mission–it is the reason I came down to the Mortal Realm. But I still implore you, grant the honor given to me, to my kin.”

As he finished speaking, Messe felt the heaviness in God's gaze returned, even more intensified.

As if a world lay upon him, making his breath appear labored.

Chapter end

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