Magician's Live Stocking Daily [Infinite]

"After all, I haven't listened to the will of God for a long time." The old man let out a long sigh.

"It's the high priest!"

No need to run this time, the fortune teller thought.

Because there is no way to escape.

She had known that none of the planes chosen by the system were normal, but she had never expected that in this plane even the high priest had lost contact with God. This time she was exaggerating too much.

Li Yang didn't say a word and seemed calm, but her slightly tense body revealed her nervousness.

"Please go ahead." The high priest did not give her a chance to explain or shirk. "I'm sure the saint will be familiar with the statue. Come to think of it, didn't you just pray to the god?"

"Yes." She agreed distractedly.

In her mind, Li Yang was quickly searching for relevant items in the points mall.

But soon, she realized that this behavior was meaningless because:

"Don't look for it. Level 1 items don't work on gods."

Where did the sound come from? Li Yang looked around in confusion, and then met the helpless eyes of the fortune teller.

"But it's just a statue!" She still didn't want to give up.

"So you also knew that this is a statue of a god?" The word "god" was emphasized particularly heavily.

Li Yang was silent.

Are gods invincible or even untouchable? She doesn't believe it. Since it's a "god-making game", there must be a way.

They had already arrived at the hall, and the grand scene attracted those who had not yet left.

They approached tentatively, but found that the priest had no intention of expelling anyone.

"No need to step back, everyone. Please come forward. Our Saint Arya claims that she has received a response from God. Right here, she will pray to the God of Light again in front of everyone!" The high priest shouted.

The crowd went wild.

Li Yang was still quickly calculating all the props she could use.

By the way, isn’t there also a custom prop card?

She ignored the fortune teller who was mocking and blaming her, and directly clicked the customization button in the mall: "I want the statue to respond, is that okay?"

"Customized props do not differentiate between levels, but players need to pay extra high points, starting from four digits." The system beeped twice.

At least there is still some solution.

"Just the faintest golden glow?" she asked.

"The minimum score is 1,000 points." The system was very straightforward this time. "But it's really just a glimmer, the kind that's almost invisible if you don't look carefully."

"Okay!" She agreed readily.

Saint Arya stood in front of the statue. She had a gentle expression and was muttering something, but no one could hear what she was saying.

The tall and majestic statue stared at her quietly, motionless.

One minute...two minutes...ten minutes...

More and more people who heard the news came from all directions, hoping to witness the miracle with their own eyes.

As time passed, the priests' questioning eyes were like thorns in her back. She had urged several times in her mind:

"Done yet?"

"Dear, custom props require time to make. Let me see, your order number is eight, and it will take about half an hour."

Li Yang dared to swear that this was definitely the longest half hour she had ever spent since entering the game.

She felt that her white skirt was about to be burned with holes by the burning eyes of the people watching behind her.

In the huge lobby, apart from her mumbling, there was not a single other sound. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

It would be nice if there were any other sounds. Li Yang was so sad that she wanted to cry but had no tears. At least it could improve the current situation a little.

Then she heard a sob.

It was a very slight sob, but it sounded unusually clear in such an environment.

It was still morning prayer time, and the only people who could be here, except for the clergy, were the most devout believers. They were full of hope, hoping that the gods would respond to them once again, just like before.

But he didn't.

God seemed to have disappeared.

It was like riding a roller coaster, from ecstasy to anticipation to regret and despair, in just half an hour.

Everyone knew that the gods would not go without a response for so long. Some of the first group of people had already covered their faces and shed tears, but still no one left.

Li Yang regretted it and decided to just keep quiet.

She moved her tightly closed eyes, and for the first time she prayed from the bottom of her heart: I hope God will appear once, even if it's just this once.

"Customization is complete. Now we are releasing the exclusive luminous props customized by player Li Yang."

It was finally over. She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Am I dazzled? Did the statue just light up?" Someone in the crowd rubbed his eyes and muttered uncertainly.

His voice was low, but still received a lot of responses:

"You saw it too!?"

"It turns out that it wasn't my imagination! The statue really lit up!"

The cheers grew louder and louder.

Li Yang opened her eyes and tilted her head. The priests all showed surprised expressions, but the high priest just stood there in a daze, tears in his eyes.

She turned around and the crowd consciously made way for her.

"I regret it so much! I shouldn't have blinked just now!"

Hearing a familiar voice, Li Yang looked over and found that it was Gaia who was at the end of the crowd. She stood on tiptoe, trying to see farther.

After being discovered, she gave a sly smile.

Maybe I should add a little more points to make the light from the statue brighter and last longer. The stingy Li Yang also smiled at her.

Li Yang has already walked to the lobby door.

She didn't take that step.

No one disturbed her, and what blocked her from stepping out the door was a very bright light.

From behind.

A breeze blew through the yard, and the sunlight shone on an inconspicuous wild flower in the corner of the wall.

She turned back suddenly.

The dazzling gold shot up into the sky.

She looked at the statue from afar, and there seemed to be a bit more sadness and determination in the statue's gentle eyes.

God said: I heard your voice.

In countless dark nights, in fact, the gods are also troubled by darkness. There is darkness in their eyes and mocking sounds in their ears.

He could neither see the light of faith nor hear the voices of believers. The God of Light could only wait helplessly for death to come.

Then He saw a man.

She appeared before Him with the purest light, and she made a wish: I hope that the God of Light will always be happy and illuminated by light!

With a loud "boom", all the black fog that trapped Him dissipated.

Thunder roared in His heart.

So, even if I only have a little bit of strength left, I am willing to risk it all, for you, for the last believer.

I bet you can light me up.