Throne of Radiance

Suddenly realizing the truth of the world, realizing that I am just one of the possibilities of losing my future at any time, this is no less than thinking that I am the male lead of a boy manga, but in the end I find that I am probably just a man for the male lead. Cannon fodder for Goldfinger.

Such a fact might seem tragic to some people, but it didn't hurt Bai Yi's spirit.

Instead, he got more excited.

...It's almost like, at the end of the easy mode with no challenges, a super interesting difficult mode suddenly appeared!The identity of the savior, who thought it was boring, became interesting.

"My existence is an eternal wonder, such is life."

On the way home, Bai Yi, who was in a good mood, flipped through his birthday present. Of course it wasn't Bai Xin's diary, but a collection of collected poems given to him by the old dean.

Seeing the #诗少年少必不不读的经典必威诗诗# on the outer packaging of the poetry collection, he had reason to suspect that this was the reason why the old dean bought it.

——I’m not sure what the current child likes, and since childhood, Baiyi has not shown any special preference, so every time the old dean gives him a gift, it is always full of positive energy. Perhaps it is the residual impression of the past that always makes her Are you worried about Bai Yi's state?

Bai Yi, who flipped through the poetry collection, saw this sentence at a glance.He read it in a low voice with a very strange mood.

... nice poem.

The thought flashed by, and the conspicuous countdown was still reminding him that he had to step up his actions, even if he made some actions that were slightly extreme in the eyes of ordinary people.He wants to become the most special Bai Yi.

At this moment, Bai Yi suddenly felt something.

The contact from afar touched him quietly.

It was the tide of countless beliefs boiling. If in the past they were only silently entangled around him like flowing water, then at this moment, the flowing water is almost boiling.

"This level is comparable to a large-scale festival, right?"

With curiosity and inexplicable expectation, he closed his eyes.

Ripples appeared in mid-air, and an illusory card invisible to ordinary people was slowly outlined, and the young man in the sea of ​​flowers smiled.

In the illusory spiritual world different from the reality, there are countless beliefs rushing towards him at the highest point like stars all over the sky, embellishing the endless sea of ​​flowers more lushly.

And below the sea of ​​flowers is the fertile soil watered by despair and misfortune.

Bai Yi's consciousness spread along the infinite light spots of faith.

In a burst of familiar feelings, Bai Yi's mind seemed to float out of his body suddenly, and was continuously lifted up by an invisible force, climbing to an infinitely high place, overlooking the world below.

He recognized where the flow of faith came from—

"It's the Holy Federation, no surprise."

Although the flower whisperer's vest is refreshed all over the world every day, and I don't know how many people's despair and misfortune have been collected to water the flower sea, but the place where he has the most followers must be the Holy Federation.

After all, the people who believe in him in other places can only be regarded as scattered and independent, but here there are people who integrate, not only set up a special sect, but also continue to expand outward.

Looking down at the flow of faith in the state of a "god", except for the Holy City, almost all cities in the Holy Federation have a flow of faith, even part of the Holy City has penetrated.

Countless pictures floated before Bai Yi's eyes.

The golden and red buildings are neat and orderly, a gorgeous and solemn holy city; low-rise houses are in a row, full of chaotic and noisy slums; all kinds of people are intertwined, full of bustling metropolises; the beach is narrow and long like a crescent moon , a large harbor with endless turquoise water; a wilderness with lush greenery and old trees; a small church with a colorful dome and a child's voice in the choir...

The elites with high social temperament, the poor who are at the bottom who can't hide their poverty even if they are decently dressed, fanatical and devout priests, young and beautiful girls...

All kinds of different scenes and completely irrelevant people were wonderfully blended together at this time, and they held the same prayer ceremony at the same time in every city in the Federation of Light.

——Without an absolutely powerful figure behind the organization and preparations, it is absolutely impossible to plan such a scene.

Even the ceremonies of the Sun Temple are limited to the holy city.

But the clothes of these people were clean, not only did not have the slightest trace of the holy emblem, but were embroidered with various flower patterns.Even the place on the chest where the holy emblem of the sun should have been placed was replaced by blooming flowers, which had nothing to do with the believers of the sun god... However, their expressions and postures were clearly incomparable in the eyes of any holy city dweller Piety is exactly the pious believers they are familiar with.

It shows that there is no element related to the sun god in their bodies, and the ongoing prayer ceremony is completely different from the style of the ceremony of praying to the sun god in the sun temple.

Ceremonies all over the Holy Federation were held in every city at the same time, and the voices of countless people prayed at the same time. In another different space outside the real world, the young people in the sea of ​​flowers opened their eyes.

His mind was looking down on the world from the sky, saw countless pious faces, and heard the voice of prayer flowing along the invisible thread of faith.

"Ah, it's him again, or, it really is this guy."

——The founder of the Candlelight Society, who wiped out all the cults in the Holy Federation and turned all the cultists into fanatical believers of the Flower Whisperer, Samuel.

Since the establishment of the Candlelight Festival, the flower talkers have often been able to sense the continuous voice of faith and prayer from the Holy Federation.

Originally, Bai Yi just let it go and ignored it.

——He's just an ordinary high school student, so he shouldn't be an evil god.

But now, his mind has changed.

All valuable things that can be used are worth using, and may become the key elements of future success.

So, let's start with "Flower Whisperer".

"He can actually develop a second belief within the Holy Federation, which mainly believes in the Sun God. No, it should be said that he usurped the authority of the Sun Temple. He is really a terrible person."

"Such a person will never be a small person..."

"Samuel? The name of the archangel who betrayed the Sun God in the Holy Federation scripture is very interesting. If you believe in me so fanatically and develop the Candlelight Festival crazily, what is your purpose?"

"Let me see... the misfortune and longing buried in the deepest part of your heart..."

With a whisper, the god's eyes turned to the most special believer.So everything about the other party is open to him.

Soon, the young man in the sea of ​​flowers let out a sigh of enlightenment.

"I see!"

"...I can see your determination."

"It might as well give you a little hope first..."

The Holy City, an unknown location.

At the front of the crowd, a man in a pure white robe who bowed his head silently in prayer was shocked suddenly, then raised his head.

The others also raised their heads like him.

It seemed that an illusory and mysterious force descended suddenly, and washed over their souls like clear water, washing away the irritability and distracting thoughts in everyone's hearts, making their hearts suddenly extremely clear and peaceful.

At the same time, there was a soft sigh.

"Pious desire, determination to stop at nothing..."

"There is still strong misfortune and hope in despair..."

"—I heard your wish."

It seems that there is a gust of wind blowing through the holy city, and the city is full of flowers in an instant.

Samuel, whose face was hidden in the hood, suddenly opened his eyes.

The depths of his pupils seem to reflect an illusory space that overlaps with reality.The sea of ​​flowers in reality seems to overlap with the sea of ​​flowers in the illusory space, and the mysterious flower shop filled with the endless sea of ​​flowers emerges in the depths of the illusory space.The closed door slowly opened to him...

At this moment, he suddenly realized something and burst into tears.Subconsciously prostrate on the ground, offering the highest courtesy to this benevolent god——

"...O omnipotent Lord!"

……

"No, I'm just an ordinary flower shop owner."

"Resolve the sadness and misfortune of everyone who is destined, and use despair and misfortune to water the flower seeds that symbolize hope. This is what I want."

In the depths of the flower shop, the mysterious shop owner casually folded his hands in front of him, and he showed a normal smile.

"Flowers are supposed to be tokens of happiness, aren't they?"

"However, in order to realize your wish, what you need is the extraordinary power to break the boundary between life and death..." In the palm of the young man, the illusory and fuzzy seeds continued to condense, but it seemed that they could never really condense, "and A seed that may allow its owner to have extraordinary power is only born, and the fertilizer it needs is beyond imagination. Personal misfortune and hope are far from enough..."

"—It needs to gather the misfortune of more people, and it needs... more people's heartfelt hopes and desires."

"More people's misfortune? Should I create more misfortune with my own hands..."

Such an idea appeared in Samuel's mind for the first time, but was rejected by him in the next second.

"No, no, my understanding is wrong."

Thinking of the gathering of so many believers to hold a large prayer ceremony this time, he suddenly realized, and almost trembled: "I should look for more people who have experienced misfortune and longed for extraordinary power...they will be the ones with me. Lamb of divine grace!"

After thinking about it, Samuel's expression was completely relaxed. He didn't know what he had realized, and he bowed his head reverently.

"...Lord, I will proclaim Your name."

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In mid-air, the illusory cards slowly dissipated, and the young man in the sea of ​​flowers closed his eyes again, as if falling into a deep sleep, only the vague fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

The young man slowly opened his eyes. Deep in his dark pupils, there seemed to be an astonishing divinity. At this moment, he seemed to be inhuman.

But soon, that divinity quickly faded away.

He reclosed the cover of the book in his hand to introduce a rather inspirational collection of poems, and a full and brisk smile appeared on his face.

Bai Yi hummed a song lively, and walked home bouncing on the grid: "La la la, it's done!"

Flower Whisperers can basically stock up here...

"Then, it's time to continue with Joey's script. Let me think about it, what should I do next?"

Consciousness quickly switched to another vest, and Bai Yi finally remembered what he was going to do: "By the way, it seems that the Morning Star Empire has found several collections, contact me in the newspaper, right?"