Chapter 13 Stealing Faith?
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A light like a bean.
The air was filled with a special musty smell, and the damp air wandered around the room.
Ryan sat on the bed with his back against the wall. His face was pale and his breathing was rapid. His entire body was drenched in sweat. It was as if he had just gotten up from the water. He frowned.
Although he was back and his consciousness returned to his body, the feeling of powerlessness still lingered in his mind.
Once one was old, it was like this when one was on the verge of death?
Exhaling a long breath, Ryan slowly moved his body.
This body was no longer weak. Although it could not compare to Earth's body that had been trained over and over again, this body had endless potential. Unlike him on the Earth, he could no longer become strong who had already reached the end.
He wondered what was the most powerful being in this mysterious world.
Now, he was only seventeen years old. With Book of Gold as his guidance, he would have a lot of time to explore and achieve his dream.
The priority now was to solve the mystery of Book of Gold.
To live better!
Jeff White.
This was the old man's name.
The old man, Jeff White, who had a heart attack, was the owner of a company. The company was located in the port area, only two streets away from the Williams Company that Ryan worked in. In addition to having a company, White also had two apartments in Mount Louga, which was similar to the apartment that Ryan was currently living in. The three-storeyed or four-storeyed buildings were separated into many rooms for workers like Ryan.
The place where he lived was not far from Mount Louga, between Mount Louga block and the port area.
That place was not far from where Ryan was staying. Only then could the cry for help be transmitted very clearly. To some extent, at that time, his cry for help was especially strong.
In order to live, he was willing to sacrifice his soul.
Unfortunately, the Lord did not hear his cry for help.
Book of Gold heard it and responded.
Ryan frowned for a long time. He leaned lazily against the wall. His eyes were glazed over and thoughtful.
Yes, he had a guess.
Book of Gold, in the legends of ancient Egypt, is the sacred artifact of the Infernal Deity. Of course, the legend is only a legend. In modern times, there is another saying. It is an artifact left behind by aliens thousands of years ago. It has the ability that human science can not explain now.
In short, this was an amazing thing.
After all, it could exist in the real world in the form of matter, and it could also exist in Ryan's consciousness like now. Moreover, when Ryan was in danger, it could play the role of protection.
Right now, his soul was already closely connected to Book of Gold.
But...
He didn't know if he was its master or it was his master?
After resting for a while, his breathing became calm. Ryan sat cross-legged and his mind calmed down. He visualized a Heart Lamp in his mind.
The golden light rippled and was as warm as water.
In a flash, he came into contact with consciousness.
To be precise, these were just some wandering emotions, gratitude, devotion, joy...
The emotions pierced through the endless void and connected to Book of Gold along a line of causality that could not be defined. Those emotions were converted by Book of Gold into some kind of weak energy. It was too weak and too slender.
Power of Faith?
Suddenly, Ryan had this idea.
Was this the case?
For some reason, Book of Gold brought his consciousness to this world and merged with Ryan. Perhaps there was karma, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. For this, he temporarily had no way of obtaining an answer.
Who was I?
Where did I come from?
Where should I go?
Such a question could not be answered.
Existence was reasonable!
In this world, the breathing technique on Earth became a key that he could use to open the Book of Gold's key. When he cultivated, his consciousness would enter the Book of Gold and appear in World of Blood.
The so-called Blood Sea should be the manifestation of some kind of resentment.
The resentment formed by the unwillingness of the deceased was a boundless Blood Sea in Ryan's senses.
There was faith in this world, and there were very few people who had no faith.
Lord, God, True Spirit, God of the Moon, God of the Sea...
Even in the Noya Continent where most people believed in the Lord, there were still many people who had other beliefs. In the Amur Continent in the south, some heretics believed in the True Spirit among the Amur people who only believed in the Moon God.
In this world, gods were not illusory.
The gods were indeed capable of granting the believers great power. Thousands of years ago, some saints were even able to split mountains and seas.
Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, the Noya Continent and Amur Continent were still connected. During the battle between gods, a huge channel was formed, separating the Noya Continent and Amur Continent.
The Noya Continent had become a place where the Heavenly Father ruled. The Amur Continent was the territory of the Moon God. For ten thousand years, religious wars had become the mainstream. Only four or five hundred years ago, there was no large-scale holy war. There were only small-scale conflicts.
Why was that so?
The youth did not know because his knowledge was not enough.
In short, faith existed.
The believers worshipped the gods, and the gods protected the believers. After the believers died, gods led their souls to heaven and gave them eternal life.
Jeff White believed in Lord.
Therefore, when he was on the verge of death, he prayed to the Lord, hoping that the Lord would save him. However, it was unknown whether the Lord did not hear his cry for help or ignore it indifferently. In the end, it was Ryan's consciousness who heard this prayer.
With Book of Gold's help, he responded.
Although it was a little difficult, Ryan still controlled Jeff White's body in the end. He picked up the pill on the ground and took it with difficulty. After the medicine took effect, Jeff White's heart began to beat again. His consciousness gradually condensed and became stronger. Therefore, Ryan's consciousness was carried by Book of Gold, leaving the old man's body and returning to his body.
After being rescued, Jeff White was fervently grateful to the Lord.
Yes, in his consciousness, it was the Lord who descended and saved him.
However, the produced Power of Faith was continuously absorbed by Book of Gold. Ryan could vaguely sense it.
Stealing faith?
Was he stealing faith?
It seemed that this was a very big event!
To a god, this was blasphemy.
Thinking of this, Ryan's expression became serious.
He was not afraid of this.
Since there were benefits, he would continue.
With the thoughts of a different world, he would never submit to gods. He would never allow others to control his body and control his soul, regardless of whether he was a god or immortal...
Or it was this Book of Gold in his consciousness!
One day, he could become its master!
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