[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 3^ Latest Update: 2014-10-03 23:59:15 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter 2
Holding a creation book of divine artifact level, the silver-haired man, who changed his name to Jehovah, walked through the entire Realm of Light, taking in this unfamiliar world.
At each place he passed, the light shone even brighter because of him, as if wanting to embrace the silver-haired man. Jehovah, who ruled over the light of the world, felt for the first time the source of his power; it all belonged to his origin.
When Jehovah stopped, he didn't know how much time had passed since his birth. Standing in the central place of origin, the Realm of Light expanded countless times again. The restless divine power within him unconsciously settled down, merging with his soul. This was ultimately his power, no matter how clumsy he was when he first mastered it.
Seeing the countless streams of spiritual energy rejoicing at his arrival, even Jehovah's cold golden eyes softened. Compared to the darkness of the void that subtly repelled him from the realm of light, Jehovah found himself genuinely fond of these clean and pure energies.
Liking something is such a simple thing. The light had given him a second life, granted him the highest status in this life, even though he had paid a price for it. What he had received far exceeded what he could give.
Between gain and loss, it was already a gift from the light.
These were things without independent consciousness, yet they eased Jehovah's sense of alienation from this world. These were things that had been with him for billions of years, always accompanying him through slumber and awakening. Nothing was more joyful than their cheers for his existence. The power of the entire realm of light was in his grasp, bringing such peace and contentment.
Having come into this world with nothing, he thought he had replaced the original creator god, but he had let go of his last remaining reservations.
With arms outstretched, the silver-haired man's naked body gradually became transparent, countless streams of light dancing in the realm of light until he vanished, signifying his true merging into the light. Even if time were to rewind and he returned to a human state, he would no longer be human. The moment he swore to change his name, the laws etched his true name into his heart.
During his ascension to godhood, he pondered many things: why he had transmigrated, what he would gain and lose, whether his family from the past had already been reincarnated, whether he was human or god—but in the end, all was vanity.
His soul was imbued with extreme divine light; it was transcendence and transformation. To be able to step into a level that countless humans envied to the point of madness with a human soul was the greatest fortune of his life.
Now, no one… could deny his identity. He was Jehovah, born of light, unique and unparalleled.
Warm divine power permeated his soul—such a pure and beautiful power, a light so extreme that even chaos could not assimilate it, the nemesis of worldly darkness. A long, silver stream flowed into a golden ocean. Jehovah closed his eyes, unwilling to leave his domain. This was the only home that would embrace him, he believed.
The warmth that enveloped his soul was the reason he could persevere until his godhood. Whenever the long years threatened to erode his spirit, these streams would carefully protect his last vestige of will. So what if he was driven mad by loneliness? So what if he lost himself? There would always be someone who would do everything in their power to awaken him again.
Was it a feeling of being moved? A feeling of being moved by 'life'?
Jehovah didn't know, but he wanted to smile. This overflowing feeling in his heart must be joy.
His fingers traced the cover of the Book of Creation. Jehovah gazed at the profound and complex patterns. He had to admit that having inherited memories as a knowledge base was truly wonderful. If he were to rely on human memory to decipher these patterns, he would never be able to guess their meaning in his entire life. In any world, foreign languages are the first lesson for survival, and also the most maddening thing.
Jehovah, his pure golden eyes narrowing slightly, looked at the book in his hands, a hint of anticipation rising within him as he pondered his future path. Wasn't this book supposed to record everything from creation to the end of the world? Could God's omniscience and omnipotence originate from it…?
With this inexplicable anticipation, Jehovah opened the first page. His eyes lit up at the first line, but his expression stiffened as he read on.
**Goal: Creation**
**Completion: 0%**
**Reference Book:** The Bible – Genesis
**Study Subject:** Pangu
**Date:** Seven days. Reward: Double the power of the created world, reaching the level of a first-rate main world.
Besides understanding why seven days were needed for creation, the rest of the information was compiled from human memory. Using such vague data to pad the count—who was he trying to fool? When he reached the section on the study subject, Jehovah's fingers gripped the corner of the page tightly. How could his study subject be Pangu? Did the Book of Creation expect him to create the world himself? The thought of his left eye becoming the sun, his right eye the moon, his body hairs stars, and having to support the heavens and earth with his body, only to die of exhaustion in the end, sent a shiver down Jehovah's spine. He resolved never to use such an unscientific method for creation. Even gods have fears, after all.
As for whether 'science' existed in the chaotic world, only heaven knew.
Turning to the second page, Jehovah realized it was unreliable and sighed.
'What use are you to me?'
Except for the first page with fewer than a hundred words, the rest of the pages were completely blank.
Truly worthy of being his companion artifact, it knew nothing that Jehovah didn't.
Thinking this, Jehovah felt a slight disappointment. Just as he was about to put the companion artifact aside, the Book of Creation in his hand seemed to sense its master's emotions and trembled with displeasure.
"What use are you, then?"
Jehovah's tone was devoid of emotion. He felt no affection for this divine artifact born alongside him. To him, everything was merely external; there was truly nothing in this world that he absolutely needed. Losing it was insignificant, gaining it was equally meaningless.
On the blank second page, ripples of ink seemed to overflow, as if golden ink had spilled out. The chaotic, twisted lines swayed wildly for a few moments before transforming into something familiar to Jehovah—writing from a past life, and names from the past. Looking at the writing, a barely perceptible realization flashed in his golden eyes. He understood another use for this divine artifact.
On the snow-white paper, several neat, calligraphic characters were clearly visible…
With fingers lightly touching the characters, the silver-haired deity indifferently tore the page apart as the Book of Creation trembled violently. The man's cold voice held an unspeakable sarcasm, a declaration to the Book of Creation, and a promise to the laws.
"My past is light, my present is light, and my future will also be light."
Having lost interest in the Book of Creation, he tossed it aside without a second thought, then leaned back, comfortably lying in the ocean of light. A simple recollection of his past memories was enough to know who he was: the legendary God. That's why he spoke his true name with such unwavering resolve.
Even if he wasn't a soul truly born from the realm of light, from the moment he was born into this world, he was God Jehovah, and he resolved to live a life no less illustrious than this mythical figure.
With a thought, a mirror that didn't exist in the world was created out of thin air.
He gazed at his reflection in the mirror, his golden eyes holding the ultimate light of the world. This unfamiliar silver-haired man was himself now. At birth, he hadn't cared about his appearance, casually creating this body with a relaxed attitude. Now, looking at it, he knew the face of a god far exceeded his imagination; no human memory could compare.
Could it be... that all gods of the creator god class are like this?
Lowering his gaze, examining his newly formed body, his ten fingers still appeared long and delicate, like a human's, the rounded, shell-like nails a pale pink, showing no sign of power. Bored, Jehovah casually slashed at the void before him with his nails, producing a sound like tearing gold silk, easier than a human scratching tofu.
A spatial rift, shimmering with pure light, appeared in his vision, containing energy so concentrated it seemed to overflow, its honey-gold color exceptionally beautiful.
Until he assessed the risks of creation, or rather, before he had any interest in it, Jehovah couldn't muster even a shred of desire to create a world. Completely idle, the silver-haired man simply picked at the spatial rift with his fingers, even deliberately tearing out classic spiderweb-like cracks.
Since the space inside and out was permeated with divine light power, he could do whatever he wanted with it.
You ask him what it feels like to be the most noble and powerful being in the world?
Jehovah could only helplessly say that he was the only living being in the entire world, and of course, he was the number one. As for feelings… well, that was boredom after the initial excitement wore off. What use was strength if he didn't even have anyone to talk to? Who could understand the melancholy of a god?
Chapter 3, Chapter 2