章 531: Yhwh - 531
With this new job, the being never struggled to live again. He had money and strength. Around the age of 25, the being fell in love. At the age of 27, he got married. As he said his vows and they were wedded, another unseeable golden thread entered his body. His strength increased yet again.
He felt as if he could do anything. At the age of 30, the being had a child. Despite not being human, he had perfectly copied the human body. Even he himself didn't know that he was inhuman.
As the child grew and began to rely on him, a third golden thread entered his body. At the age of 35, he had another child. Later, yet another golden thread entered his body.
He raised these children well, and they loved him. He had a happy family. Time passed happily for him, but he soon noticed something was off. His wife, his children, and everybody around him had aged, but not him. He was as young as the day he first met his wife.
This confused him and his family. At the age of 65, his wife grew sick. He stayed by her side as she died.
He mourned for a while, before finding a new purpose in life. With his children grown up and his wife passed away, he retired and volunteered at the orphanage. He helped many children.
However, no matter how much time passed, he never aged. At the age of 75, he began to adopt animals. As each one got comfortable around him, another unseeable golden thread left them and entered his body.
His strength grew further, to the point that he did not know his own limits. At the age of 80, his second child left the village and began his own life.
All alone, his pets around him aging, he gave himself a new purpose. He spent his days going around helping people.
One day, he saved a 9 year old child's life, catching a wooden log that was falling onto his head. From that day on, the child followed him around. Unknowingly, another golden thread entered his body.
He was the child's role model. It was already talked about around the village that he was a cultivator, so the child's parents trusted him. Around here, cultivators were seen in a good light.
The child grew up, and the being taught him a lot. Eventually, the child grew up. He was now an adult, but insisted on being like the being.
He began to volunteer at orphanages and take care of pets. He even honed his strength and worked the same job that the being used to.
One day, the child asked the being a simple question.
"Mister. You've never told me before, but what is your name?"
The being paused. "Name?"
He had to think deeply. When was the last time he was called by his name? He had always been sir, mister, husband, father, or some other title for as long as he could remember.
"Oh, right." He remembered. "My name is Yhwh."
"How do you say that?"
"They pronounced it, Yahweh."
"Alright. Mister Yhwh? I think I'll just stick to Mister."
Yhwh laughed and continued to cut down a tree.
Time continued to pass, and the child truly lived in Yhwh's shadow, following everything he did.
He too was seen as a proud product of the village.
Around 30 years later, a storm appeared on the horizon. It was approaching fast, lighting flickering. When the winds hit, the village was sent into panic.
This was a record breaking storm. In the distance, tornadoes began to form.
Surprisingly, a group of the village people did not hide. Instead, they found the orphanage and knocked on the door.
Yhwh answered in surprise. "It's dangerous out here. Go hide somewhere."
Around 20 villagers were at the door, and they all kneeled down. "Please, sir, save the village from this disaster."
Yhwh was confused. "What do you want me to do? I'm just a normal guy."
The villagers were resilient. "Please, sir, save the village."
Yhwh was truly confused, but he couldn't bring himself to ignore these people's needs.
"What would you have me do?" He asked.
One of the villagers spoke up. "Sir, what if you blew the storm away?"
Yhwh found it as ridiculous as the rest of the villagers, but it was the only clear option.
"Well to do that, I'd need a big fan. How fast can we make one?" Yhwh just went along with it.
He was guided to a tailor's shop. Although the village had a population of nearly ten thousand, the tailor was in the group of 20.
In haste, they constructed a large fan. It was so heavy that it took ten villagers to pick it up off the ground, but Yhwh managed to hold it in one hand.
They ran to the edge of the village and looked at the storm. The approaching villagers kneeled again.
"Please, sir." They said.
Yhwh sighed and looked ahead. He didn't believe in himself, but for the village people, he could try.
He stepped back and prepared himself. For the first time in his life, he used all of his strength. A strong wind approached, but as the fan swung, it instantly moved backwards.
A wind far stronger than that created by a tornado shot at the storm and redirected it completely.
The villagers laughed happily as Yhwh looked at his hands in disbelief.
Only he knew that he wasn't a cultivator. The villagers kneeled even deeper, and a golden thread left each of their bodies and merged into Yhwh's.
He clearly felt his strength grow, but did not understand why.
Soon, the tale of Yhwh's feat spread throughout the village. Although it was hard for many to believe, many were convinced by the villagers.
Unbeknownst to Yhwh, a simple building was constructed, and a wood carver carved his statue.
A hundred villagers came to this building at least once a week and prayed to Yhwh. One day, around the same time, 80 golden threads entered Yhwh's body at once.
Although he did not see clearly, he could have sworn that he saw a flash of gold before his strength increased.
章 532: Faith - 532
Although Yhwh clearly felt his strength increase, he still didn't understand how.
Now more curious than ever, he began to look back at his life. His memory had become weirdly good, and he remembered every time he had felt his strength increase.
It seemed to involve helping people, or people believing in him.
"Could it be faith?" Yhwh wondered if his strength increased every time someone had faith in him.
He decided to test it out.
He walked to the center of the village and stopped in front of a large stone statue. Along the way, everybody recognized him. Even if not everyone had faith that he had accomplished the feat of blowing away a storm, most believed that it was at least partially true.
All of the villagers that saw him stopped and watched as he lifted the stone statue of the village founder and jumped into the air nearly 20 feet high.
This astounded everyone. In an instant, Yhwh felt his strength increase, and he understood. Faith in him gave him power.
Some had to see to believe, while others would believe as long as others did.
Excited, Yhwh lifted the statue and jumped even higher, reaching a hundred feet into the air. Even more strength came to him. As he landed, a loud boom sounded. People came out of their homes or workplaces and saw Yhwh jumping hundreds of feet into the sky with a statue that no mortal could ever lift.
Before long, Yhwh's strength had increased beyond that of his imagination. Every single person in the village, elderly or child, had seen him jumping. They all believed in him.
Time passed in a blur, and he became the village's protective deity. Statues of him were erected and buildings dedicated to him were built. In ten years, the village turned into his worshiping ground. He went around helping people fulfill their dreams and desires.
However, there came a day when he was asked to cure a sick child. Yhwh didn't know if he could do it. He had never truly done anything magical. Everything so far had been feats of great strength, even if that strength was magical in itself.
Yhwh asked everyone to leave and was left alone. Hopeful, he held his hand over the child's forehead.
"I can't promise anything. If this doesn't work, I'm sorry."
Yhwh reached deep within himself, hoping to feel something. He desperately wanted to help.
"After all, I'm a human."
As Yhwh held his hand over the child's forehead and hoped to help her, a golden light fell from his hand onto the child's forehead. In an instant, her complexion healed.
She opened her eyes.
"Lord? Is that you?" She said with confusion.
"Do not worry. You are better now." Yhwh said with hidden glee.
He had done it. Even this he was capable of.
The child brightly smiled as Yhwh left.
People had even more faith in him after this, although no more golden threads appeared.
Eventually, with people growing up and leaving the village, Yhwh's name was spread. Some mortals came and believed, but after a while, a cultivator came.
He descended upon the center of the town and spoke. "Yhwh. You should know that cultivators are not allowed in this area. Come with me and leave at once."
The cultivator was a Core Formation realm cultivator and spoke to the entire village.
Yhwh came out and responded. "But I am not a cultivator."
The Core Formation realm cultivator looked at him and squinted. "It seems not, but there are many methods of hiding your cultivation. Come now."
The Core Formation realm cultivator shot at Yhwh and grabbed at him.
Yhwh stood still in confusion. Why was this cultivator so slow?
Yhwh smacked the cultivator's hand away and grabbed him by the shoulders.
He sat him down on the ground and looked at him. "I have never cultivated a day in my life. Please do not resort to violence in my village."
The cultivator was stunned and looked at Yhwh in fear.
He was unable to resist even slightly at Yhwh's force.
It was a level of power far above that of a Core Formation realm cultivator.
The Core Formation realm cultivator nodded quickly. "I understand. My apologies. I can go and find a superior to talk to you, sir."
Yhwh nodded. "That would be appreciated."
The Core Formation realm cultivator hurriedly left as the village cheered Yhwh's name.
With their faith, they hadn't worried for a second. It was an unusual amount of faith. Logically, their faith shouldn't be this deep. It was a little unnatural.
The village continued as it had for a few days before another cultivator came. This one did not appear publicly, but instead acted like a normal person, knocking on Yhwh's door.
It should be noted that Yhwh had never abused the faith others had in him. Even now, he has lived in the same house since he was married.
Yhwh answered the door and saw the cultivator. He was able to sense that this was a powerful being and welcomed him in.
The cultivator sat down across from Yhwh and spoke. "My name is Fult. As I'm sure it was mentioned before, cultivators aren't supposed to be in this part of the world. I can't sense your cultivation, but it is obvious that you're a cultivator. Can I ask why you are here?"
Yhwh nodded. This one's attitude was better. "My name is Yhwh. I was born here and have never left. I have also never cultivated. I believe that there is some sort of misunderstanding going on here."
Fult sighed and pulled out a piece of paper. "We understand that you are strong. On this small world of ours, a fight with someone like you could cause great damage. We are willing to give you this village, as well as the three surrounding cities, as long as you do not cause any trouble."
Yhwh nodded. This was reasonable. Fult sighed and asked Yhwh to sign. Yhwh did, and Fult left.
With this, Yhwh now officially owned not only this village, but three surrounding cities he had never heard of. He owned all of this in a big circle.
He left to tell the villagers the news.
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