Quick Travel: After retirement, I was forced to return to the throne of God

"Inkalusi, you are the hope of the gods."

"Inkalusi, you were born for the gods and are their patron saint."

"Inkalusi, did you hear the prayers of your followers? You must pay for them."

"Inkalusi, you have to lead the Gods to restore their glory. When that happens, even if you have to sacrifice yourself, you should do it without complaint. Remember?"

“I… remember that.”

The little boy opened his eyes and stared blankly at the gorgeous and soft bed curtains above his head. He touched the exquisite velvet blanket covering his body and felt as if he had a distant dream.

He couldn't remember what he dreamed about, but he felt depressed and thought it was not a good thing.

"Lord Inkalusi, the time has come, you should get up."

A soft knock on the door sounded in the silent space, attracting the boy's attention.

He remembered that today was the day for the Great Elder to give a lecture.

The eldest elder is very strict and he doesn't like students who are not punctual.

After casually performing a spell to tidy himself up, Inkalusi stood in front of the full-length mirror and turned around.

The boy in the mirror looked about seven or eight years old, with a bit of baby fat on his face. His long silver hair reached his waist and was obediently draped behind his shoulders, but a strand of it was gathered in front of his left chest and tied into a thin braid with a red rope.

The amber eyes were moist, and the corners of the eyes were red because of yawning, like a well-behaved little rabbit.

The light golden dress she was wearing was close fitting and comfortable, and its exquisiteness was such that one could tell at a glance that she was of extremely noble status.

Inkalusi nodded in satisfaction. The people outside the hall urged him again, so he quickly put away his smile and walked out.

"Lord Inkalusi, you were one minute late for leaving home today." The maid waiting outside the palace looked uneasy and her tone was not very good.

Inkalusi twisted his fingers and lowered his head, "I'm sorry, I overslept..."

The maid softened her expression when she saw him like this and leaned over to straighten his collar. The collar, which had been straight and neat, became a little messy after she did that.

"Lord Inkalusi, you must remember that you are a god. You must be strict with yourself. Only in this way can you make contributions to the gods."

Inkalusi looked at her confusedly, not quite understanding what she said, but that didn't stop him from being an obedient child.

"I remember."

"That's right. Okay, time to go to class."

"Ok."

The maid took Inkalusi to the bell tower, where the elder often studied some strange things. He always asked Inkalusi to attend his classes.

The maid simply took him to the bottom of the bell tower and left, because Kalusi had to walk up to the top floor step by step.

There are hundreds of stairs, and he needs to climb them one by one without using any divine power.

"Great Elder, I'm here."

Inkalusi knocked on the door and went in. The Great Elder was holding a few bottles and studying something. When he saw him come in, he just glanced at him indifferently.

"You were five minutes late today."

"I'm sorry, Great Elder..."

"The collar of the clothes is also messy."

Hua Shi looked down and remembered that the maid outside the palace had adjusted her collar.

"This... is the maid..."

“I don’t like people who make excuses.”

Inkaluxi shut up, lowering his brows and looking a little aggrieved.

"Humph, don't act pitiful, as if someone bullied you."

"……Yes."

The elder finished dealing with the bottles and jars in his hands, took a thin whip from the wall, walked up to him, and said expressionlessly, "Stretch out your hands, you deserve to be punished."

Inkalusi was a little scared. He was most afraid that the Great Elder would hit his palm, which would hurt very much.

But he didn't dare not reach out, as the consequences of not reaching out would be more serious.

The Great Elder watched him stretch out his two trembling white and tender hands, then raised the whip and swung it down without mercy!

When accepting punishment, he had to voluntarily withdraw his protective divine power and allow the whip to hit his hands, causing his skin to be torn apart in an instant.

Several bloody wounds made the white and tender palm look extremely hideous. Blood with some golden spots dripped down the arm to the ground, causing the great elder to frown.

"That's what I taught you? To catch the blood in a bottle."

The Great Elder threw a bottle over, and Inkalusi caught it while enduring the severe pain in his palm, letting the blood fall into it.

"Inkalusi, you must remember that you were born for the Gods, and everything you have belongs to the Gods."

"...Yes, I remember it."

"Wait for the bleeding to stop naturally. You can use divine power to heal the wound after today's class. Do you understand?"

The Great Elder was always strict, but Inkalusi was used to it and did not object.

"Understood, Great Elder."

"Well, after the bleeding stops, draw today's share of divine power, and then we can start the course."

"Ok."

Inkalusi's life is dull and boring, day after day. His favorite lesson is to listen to the prayers of believers and then help them realize their wishes.

Because he had very few days off, he was not allowed to leave the palace on his non-rest days. He could only listen to interesting things happening in the outside world when he was listening to prayers.

He needs to draw a portion of divine power every day and give it to the great elder. They say that it is to store up their power for emergency use.

Occasionally they would take some of his flesh and blood, saying that it could be used for experiments that were beneficial to the gods.

Inkalusi loves his people and tries his best to meet all their requests.

He made too many mistakes today that he shouldn't have made. He knew how strict the Great Elder was, and it was understandable that he was punished.

Today's lesson was about how to perfectly fulfill the wishes of believers. Following the great elder's explanation, Inkaluxi felt that he had learned a lot.

His eyes were sparkling, and even though his hands were covered in blood, he seemed not to feel any pain and just did what he had to do.

The day passed and the course ended.

"Your study progress today was not bad, but you also made a lot of mistakes. I hope that this won't happen again tomorrow." The Great Elder had a serious face, and Kalusi seemed to have never seen a smile on his face.

"I remember, Great Elder."

"Well, go back."

The Great Elder waved his hand, and Inkalusi retreated respectfully, walking alone on the stairs, slowly healing the wound on his hand with divine power.

After the cure, she used another spell to clean her hands, and now they have a pair of white and tender little hands again!

When he went downstairs, the maid was already waiting at the door. When she saw him coming, she turned around and left.

Inkalusi hurriedly trotted after him.

The entire journey was speechless.

At night, Inkaluxi lay in bed. Today was another quiet day. I was so tired...

He was drowsy and his eyelids felt very heavy. A faint light came in from the window and fell on the fluttering bed curtains, flickering.

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he gradually fell into sleep along with the floating light spots...

There was silence all around. After an unknown amount of time, the person on the bed suddenly began to breathe rapidly, as if he had just had a horrible dream and was suddenly awakened. He sat up abruptly.

Those amber eyes flashed with an unknown dark light, and there was a hint of sarcasm on his face that was inconsistent with his age.

"Heh... an illusion?" Hua Shi sneered, "Unfortunately, I chose the wrong person..."