All Heavens: Starting from Becoming a God

On the occasion of Wang Yuren's holy appearance.

Sister Akara's gaze spread across half of the city, and she prayed devoutly: "The True Feather God who has come all the way from the sky."

at the same time.

Wang Yu's existence was also sensed by the extraordinary beings in the foggy city.

Whether they were heretics, churches, or extraordinary people from other organizations, they all felt an inexplicable palpitation in their hearts.

Although the coercion displayed by Wang Yu was already minimal when it spread to them.

But this group of people who consider themselves to be otherworldly people still feel like children lying on the bed of a tiger, as if they will be swallowed by the unknown giant beast in the next moment.

It is a sense of oppression brought about by the gap in status.

It's just like.

"god?"

"Archbishop, do you feel it too?" The young officer looked at the old man who spoke at the side.

The archbishop nodded. He lowered his head and glanced at the cross hanging on his chest, and then sighed: "The mountains stand tall and the scenery stops. Although I can't reach it, my heart longs for it."

The young officer had not heard of this allusion from the East.

He chose to remain silent.

The old man quickly cheered up and ordered to the young man: "No matter who the owner of that breath is, we must prepare early. I have a feeling that the fog will change."

"I'll contact the Army right away and ask them to station in Fog City!"

The young man quickly left, leaving the old man sitting alone in the room. He looked in the direction of the fluctuations and remained silent.

Wang Yu, who was being remembered by many extraordinary beings, had dissipated his glory at this moment, and he stayed away from this neighborhood under the watch of the believers.

Wang Yu has no intention of continuing to repeat such actions.

Because the gain outweighs the loss.

The power of faith he expended in performing miracles could not be recouped in a short period of time by the offerings of believers.

As Wang Yu's temporary plan, this move consumed enough power of faith, and he had to preserve enough strength to deal with all possibilities that threatened him.

"Hopefully they can play their due role."

Although he seemed to be acting rashly, Wang Yu actually had already perfected his plan the moment the idea came up.

In the foggy city of the 19th century, there was a huge gap between the rich and the poor. While the poorest workers lived in squalid conditions, the powerful class lived in their luxurious manors and were immersed in a life of luxury and wealth.

A large number of low-class people live in purgatory.

The high-intensity labor caused them to suffer from various occupational diseases, including pneumoconiosis, lead poisoning, stomach problems, and so on.

And those people who are in despair are suitable to become Wang Yu's followers.

Wang Yu decided to let the blessed group of people on Clear Street spread his teachings to their suffering colleagues.

Let them know that the so-called God is hypocritical and incompetent, and Wang Yu will redeem them as the true god.

However, Zhenyu Laomo did not fully expect to gain much potential faith from this. After all, only awe can bring piety.

Without seeing it with their own eyes, this group of ordinary people will not offer the purest faith.

But Wang Yu only needs to let everyone have this concept, just like Bishop Joshua spread the message of the coming of the saints to the general public through newspapers.

Use seemingly fragmented information to subtly change people's perceptions.

Whether it's Chris discovering how cholera spreads, or the saints coming to drive away the plague, or Chris curing cholera that will be published in the evening paper.

And the coming of the true God that this group of believers preached everywhere just now.

All of these will eventually be pieced together at the last moment, setting off the best stage for Wang Yu's debut!

"It's already a bit overwhelming."

Zhenyu Laomo sighed with emotion. For him, the Clear Street incident was over for the time being. As for what surprises it could bring him in the future.

Wang Yu didn't know.

But he won't stop.

Since no ordinary methods were used to treat cholera in Clear Street, Wang Yu had to continue to demonstrate what it meant to be a doctor's benevolence.

After feeling the power of faith enshrined by this group of believers, Zhenyu Laomo went to a shelter with satisfaction.

This humble accommodation provided by hypocritical gentlemen is filled with homeless people every night.

As long as you pay an extremely low price, you can stay warm in the shelter on cold nights, enjoy the basic rights that a person should have, and even get a piece of food from the charity of the gentlemen.

No matter how overcrowded and dirty the shelter is.

But for poor people, this is much better than living on the streets.

After all, this was the foggy streets of the nineteenth century.

Wang Yu, who pushed open the door of the asylum, did not expect the scene in front of him, even though he had been mentally prepared.

Benches, ropes and coffin-like wooden boxes make up this crude shelter.

Is this a place for poor people to rest?

Wang Yu looked up and saw that most of the shelters were women and children, with only a minority of adult men.

Those men who can still exert some energy will basically go out to try their luck as much as possible during the day. A few pennies or even a meal can allow them to work without worries.

Because being alive is a blessing to them.

Wang Yu looked at this group of people and distinguished among them which ones were weak due to hunger and which ones were the targets he was really looking for.

Soon, Wang Yu determined the first lucky person.

He came to a middle-aged woman, who was holding her teenage daughter tightly with a sad face. Just last night, her poor daughter was unfortunately infected with cholera.

And all this was because of the half-cooked fish.

The woman and her husband specially reserved the piece of fish for their beloved daughter, but unfortunately, shortly after eating the fish fillet, their daughter began to suffer from uncontrollable vomiting and diarrhea.

By the time Wang Yu arrived, the girl in the woman's arms had already fallen into a coma due to dehydration.

"Madam, my name is Chris. Maybe you heard my name in the morning newspaper today." Wang Yu briefly introduced himself.

The middle-aged woman was so immersed in the situation that she noticed a young policeman standing next to her.

"Chris?"

"Yes, I'm Chris Hall, the man who discovered how cholera spreads, and who now knows how to cure it."

The middle-aged woman opened her mouth wide when she heard this.

She was so out of control that she temporarily lost her voice. After uttering two oohs and aahs, the woman quickly pointed to the girl in her arms and looked at Wang Yu expectantly.

Wang Yu nodded and took the girl into his arms: "That's exactly why I'm here."

The middle-aged woman's eyes welled up with tears when she heard this.

Wang Yu was very satisfied with this, and he became more convinced of his ideas.

Only people in despair can cherish any chance and be grateful to everyone who can save them.

Wang Yu pointed to the wooden box not far away. He picked up the girl and walked over there: "Woman, I will go over there to give your daughter a simple treatment. She will be fine soon."

The woman nodded quickly.

She had no chance to refuse. If she didn't want to lose her daughter, she could only place all her hopes on the policeman who called himself Chris.

"God bless, keep my daughter safe and sound." The woman prayed in her heart.