The Fool of the Gods

The Era of Life, the Island of Hope.

There is an uninhabited desert in the southwest of the central part of the Island of Hope. Here once stood the most glorious altar for worshipping gods, which was a pilgrimage site for all the tribesmen of the Sanwu tribe. However, in the vicissitudes of history, the traces of faith were slowly weathered into handfuls of loess, mixed into the endless yellow sand, and no trace could be found anymore.

Only huge broken walls and ruins were left towering in the rolling yellow sand, providing a little dispensable protection for the poor people who strayed into it, reminding the world that the previous generation of civilization had ended, and explaining to all living beings what the loneliness of history is.

A wandering tribe struggled to come here with a staggering step, and lingered here for a few days because of the sandstorms outside.

They thought it was just a small episode on the road to survival, but no one expected that the fate of the tribe would turn from here.

One day during their stay, a child in the tribe was playing and digging sand under a huge stone pillar, but he accidentally dug the ground and fell into a sand hole with a scream.

Other tribesmen came to dig sand to rescue him, but when they dug up the stone slabs under their feet and found a hidden secret room, everyone was stunned.

The leader of this tribe also came here. No one knew his name, but everyone called him Golba, which was the name inherited from the previous leader.

He was a wise old man, with the vicissitudes of life in this era painted on his face. He recognized at a glance that this was the place where the Uma sinners had stayed, because there were clearly strings of dead babies hanging in the dark room, and now they were shaking left and right because they were exposed to the sun.

Golba knew that he could not survive without the blessing of faith in this era, but this tribe was not a branch exiled by the big tribe, but a tribe formed by countless beggars spontaneously gathering.

They also wanted to be blessed by faith, but they had no way to attract His attention.

But now, the opportunity seemed to have come.

He encouraged the tribesmen to take up arms, kill these dead babies, punish the sinners for [Birth], and attract His attention with this tribute.

But some tribesmen had heard about the Uma sinners. They were afraid, terrified, and resisted the orders of the tribe leader. They felt that even if they could not beg for His attention, they should not attract His anger. These Uma sinners were obviously atonement. Killing them at this time, God knows whether He is happy or angry.

But they all misunderstood Golba's intentions. Punishing sinners for [Birth] was just an excuse. What he really wanted to do was to kill these Uma people, then steal their umbilical cord blood shackles, disguise the entire tribe as new Uma people, and then go to the northern grasslands to beg for the blessing of the Ulun herdsmen.

Only in this way can they continue to live safely in this era where people cannot survive without faith.

"But this is also a blasphemy, Chief!" The tribesmen retorted.

Golba laughed:

"If blasphemy can keep my tribesmen alive just like worshipping God, then what's wrong with blasphemy?

Besides, when we 'inherit' these shackles, aren't we atonement for our sins?"

This sentence touched these poor people who had no faith and just wanted to survive, so in this former pilgrimage site of the Three Wu tribes, in the secret room of the last Uma people, Golba led his tribesmen to slaughter the last Uma bloodline.

Everyone picked up the umbilical cord blood shackles on the ground, with hope of life in their eyes.

And just at this moment, when the blood of the Uma sinners flowed over the feet of the Golba people, and the remains of the Uma sinners rubbed against the lips and teeth of the Golba people, Golba suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and a burnt baby fell from the air out of thin air!

As soon as the crying baby landed on the ground, blood splashed all over Golba's head and face. He was stunned by this incredible scene, but soon he suddenly woke up, knelt down and worshiped the baby, and shouted with all his strength:

"He gave the holy baby, He watched us!

My people, He gave the holy baby, He watched us!"

The fear of the people was instantly frozen on their faces. They looked at each other, and then soon burst into thunderous cheers!

Everyone jumped up and hugged each other, knelt down and worshiped, and shed tears of gratitude. They only felt that under the leadership of Golba, they finally begged for the mercy of [Birth] and became a tribe watched by Him in this era.

After the frenzy of joy, several devout tribesmen knelt down beside Golba and boldly looked at the God-given baby, but asked anxiously:

"He is a boy...

Chief, what should we call him?

How should we raise him?"Golba trembled and crawled forward two steps, washed the charred black on the baby's body with the blood of the sinners of Uma, and then stared at the strange and charming eyes with burning eyes, and mustered up the courage to give this God-given holy baby a name.

"Golba, from today on, he is the new Golba of our tribe!"

So on this day, this tribe that begged for a living welcomed their new patriarch again, an unexpected, God-given holy baby.

[Birth] Holy baby.

Little Golba is easy to raise. He never cries or makes trouble. He is not naughty. Every day, he either laughs or stares in a daze in a certain direction.

Over time, the previous Golba, who temporarily took over the power of the patriarch, felt that the direction the holy baby was looking at might be guided by the true God, so he resolutely decided to change the route, no longer go to the north to seek the blessing of the Ulun people, but head in the direction the holy baby was looking at, to find His guidance.

In this way, they dragged various secret treasures and relics looted from the Uma secret room and turned.

After a long time, this tribe entered the territory of the Dor Federation and, under the guidance of the Holy Child, knocked on the gate of Dolgod.

At that time, the Divine Education Church was in power with a certain head of the Uda bloodline. When he saw the umbilical cord blood shackles in the hands of this tribe, out of the closeness of ancient blood relatives and the kindness that outsiders could not guess, he let these people into the city and settled them down.

It was also in Dolgod that this little Golba gradually grew up.

He had little fun in his childhood and was taciturn on his way to growth, but his tribe was very tolerant. After all, he was a holy child given by God, and he guided them to live a stable life, so everyone in the tribe respected him, loved him, and obeyed him.

Until one day, the leader of the Wuda bloodline questioned them why they did not continue to atone their sins and planned to set up a blasphemy confession center. Then this tribe realized that stealing the identity of the Uma sinners was not without a price. The price was that in order for the tribe to live a stable life in the city, they had to continue to atone their sins to Him like the Uma sinners.

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