Chapter 87: Creating a God!

Chapter 87: Creating a God!

A black cat rode atop the back of a golden retriever, gazing at the performing arts hall currently under construction before them.

Workers moved in and out, incessantly hauling in materials and cement mortar, while Mr. Anderson stood there, personally supervising the work.

Not far away, three water trucks were parked.

"So, why must it be like this?!"

Purr muttered as she gripped the golden retriever's ears with her claws, using them like reins to tug backward.

The golden retriever immediately turned around, carrying the black cat on its back as it ran back to the house, heading straight up to the third floor, lightly nudging open the study door to step inside.

Karen was currently sitting behind the desk reviewing some papers, with Borg standing in front of him.

What he was looking at was not the business status of the Allen family; in fact, early that morning after reviewing all the financial statements of the Allen family, his response had been that all operations would continue as usual.

He did not understand business, so it was impossible for him to alter anything, nor did he possess the ability to turn stone into gold.

Most importantly, the Allen family did not lack money; what they lacked was the hard strength for self-preservation.

The documentation before him was what Borg had just handed over, part of which was a narrative description. Borg had sought out some older elders from the collateral branches to inquire about the details of the previous patriarch's burial ceremony, and afterward had gone to the family archives to leaf through the relevant materials, unearthing the photographs from the funeral.

In the photographs, it was clearly visible that when the previous patriarch was buried, the corpse had been treated, a detail that closely matched the descriptions given by the collateral elders.

Furthermore, the choice of the coffin and the design of the burial chamber were also extremely meticulous.

The burial vaults of the Allen family patriarchs were not overly extravagant and the space was not large, for they had to be buried near the main castle, making it impossible to construct an underground palace, yet the quality and expenditure of the materials used were remarkably fine.

A good coffin and a good burial chamber could ensure that the corpse within would be preserved to the greatest extent possible.

To say it kept fresh would be a bit of an exaggeration, but it certainly would not turn into a puddle of rotten bones upon opening the coffin.

The baseline should be that, upon opening the coffin, what lay inside would be a fully intact corpse whose human form could still be discerned—a mummy.

However, this was also inaccurate, because the Allen family was after all no ordinary family; his own experience working in a funeral home might not be accurate here, and who was to say the Allen family hadn't arranged some kind of formation within the vault?

After all, Dis had once said that after the registered clergy of the orthodox churches died, the church would have specialized personnel come to reclaim their corpses, as their bodies themselves were a kind of material.

In that case,

were the bodies of those within the family's belief system equally precious?

Even putting aside the reason of respecting the deceased, treating and guarding the corpses of past ancestors as a form of wealth was entirely reasonable.

However, there was also a problem here: the Allen family was not the Church of Order, and this family itself was a grassroots material supplier for the church, so their need to take the corpses of their ancestors to use as materials should not be high.

Karen lightly tapped his forehead with a fountain pen.

It was a pity that such questions were inconvenient to ask Purr, and equally inconvenient to ask Mr. Anderson.

First, Karen was not certain whether he could successfully awaken an existence of this level, and second, this was after all a matter of digging up someone's ancestral grave.

One could secretly attempt to do it, but before it was accomplished, one should not speak of it blatantly.

"Woof!"

Purr had been inside for a long time, and seeing that Karen had not noticed her, she tugged at the golden retriever's ears to make it let out a bark.

Karen lifted his head, glanced at Purr, and then waved his hand, signaling to Borg that he could leave.

Borg bowed in departure, and as he passed by Purr, his gaze subconsciously drifted once more toward the portrait of the black cat hanging in the study. After stepping out, Borg closed the study door; when this door shut, it was equivalent to sealing off all sound.

Placing his hands in front of him and straightening his back, Borg stood in proper posture.

Yet a trace of doubt arose in his heart:

The cat pet that the young master brought along seemed to look a bit like that black cat into which the ancestor had transformed in the scroll portrait.

Borg immediately shook his head.

What on earth am I blindly imagining!

...

"Why must the performing arts hall be remodeled!" With no outsiders around, Purr questioned him directly.

"Old Anderson told me that there is no swimming pool in the manor, and to rush the schedule, they might as well remodel the performing arts hall so it can be used as a small water reservoir."

"But that is my youth, my memories!" Purr said with dissatisfaction. "It is a monumental building I left behind for the future generations of the family."

"Then I shall call Old Anderson over immediately, tell him to halt construction and restore the performing arts hall to its original state, or perhaps, renovate it again?"

Purr did not agree right away, but instead said:

"Next time, when there is this kind of matter, could you consult with me in advance, and then let me nod my approval?"

"Next time, it would probably be removing your portrait from this study."

"To be so cruel!"

"Old Anderson seems to have always minded that a cat is actually hanging among the ancestral scrolls in the study."

"I knew it, that old thing... no, that little thing is simply too wicked!"

"The remodeling of the performing arts hall will be completed today. Next, the water trucks returning from various places will inject

Saving you the time of arduous cultivation, yet the outcome will not be an inferior project due to the brevity of time.

In the process of purification, the guide and the sacred artifact play a guiding role.

But you can also understand it this way: the guide is a veteran madam standing at your front door, and the sacred artifact is the pastry displayed at the storefront of your pastry shop. The better the sacred artifact, the more it contrasts with others who display moldy pastries, while you display a freshly baked mousse cake.

God,

will notice you more easily."

Karen picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and said, "If you put this description outside, it will definitely invite pursuit and execution from many churches."

"Hahahahameow..." Pu'er laughed until her cat body trembled violently;

"Only by describing it this way can we explain profound theories in simple terms, and you can understand it better, so you are more willing to cooperate with our next work, because, Karen, you don't believe in God at all.

Dis doesn't believe in God either.

This of mine is just a further elaboration and divergence of Dis's theory that the God of Order was raised by a prostitute, an effective supplement."

"Is your sacred artifact, oh no, are you, attractive enough to catch attention?" Karen asked.

"Trust me, absolutely no problem. I don't know how many people are undergoing purification tomorrow night and calling upon the gaze of the God of Order, but please believe me, because of me, you will directly become the most shining one."

"What about him?" Karen pointed at the golden retriever. "The guide is usually an elder within the church, or according to your words, a... veteran madam."

"He is an evil god!" Pu'er said.

"Right." Karen asked.

"The reason an evil god became an evil god is because in the past era when the gods fought for supremacy, he lost and was suppressed. But that at least shows that he once personally drew hatred from true gods, otherwise why would those powerful true gods take action against him?

Therefore, from the perspective of attracting gazes, when God walks down the street and looks at the shops on both sides of the road, there are many madams standing at the doors of those shops. No matter how good their reputation or how veteran they are, they cannot compare to standing a former enemy whom you hate or who can arouse your anger.

No matter how much others scratch and pose, it's useless, because God won't be able to resist walking towards you, wanting to beat him!"

The golden retriever: "Woo woo woo..."

Karen pointed a finger at himself and asked, "Then will God also want to come and beat me?"

"This situation does not exist. The Church of Principle once conducted special research on this." Pu'er finally jumped down from the golden retriever. The golden retriever felt a wave of relief and lay on the ground, panting.

Pu'er jumped onto the desk.

Before she jumped up, Karen flipped over the report materials regarding his family's burial, while covering it with another document.

"Come, draw a circle here." Pu'er did not notice Karen's small movement, and even thought Karen was in perfect harmony with her mind and knew what she wanted to do, even feeling a bit happy. This was cooperation!

Karen drew a circle in the blank space of the document;

"The Church of Principle likes to study these strange and bizarre things the most. It can be said that ninety-nine percent of the stuff they study is useless. At least, that's what I used to think, but when you really need it, you will find that this bunch of madmen are truly a group of geniuses!"

"Get to the point," Karen reminded.

"The point is, poke a dot inside the circle again."

Karen poked a dot with his fountain pen.

"The dot can represent God; the circle can also represent God;

Just as believers like to anthropomorphize God on one hand, possessing human joys, angers, sorrows, and joys, they also like to expand God on the other hand, considering God as an embodiment of a belief or a rule.

The research results of the Church of Principle are that God can be anthropomorphized, and God has a temper, but most of the time, God has no temper, like a cold gear.

For example, when God is fighting and brawling during the war of the gods, God is a person; when handing down an oracle, God is a person;

But when God is handling the work that God should do, God is in another state, a mechanical gear operating without emotion.

In this state, he is absolutely omniscient and omnipotent, yet possesses neither emotion nor thought.

Hmm...

It's like many people in this world have a dream: when working, he has no feeling, and when work is done, after clocking off to go drink at a tavern, he changes back to himself, or when going on vacation, he changes back to himself."

Karen nodded and said, "I understand."

"You... really understand?" Pu'er asked, "Do you want me to extend the explanation using Dis's theoretical system again?"

"No need, I understand."

God needs the church, needs faith, and needs this operational process. This is work that God cannot push away, so God separated his own consciousness. When dealing with work... God's consciousness is equivalent to an AI.

The real God will not notice the small details of work. The matter is being done by him, but he has no idea what matter it is at all.

This time, even Karen could not help but lament that the group of people from the Church of Principle were truly a bunch of geniuses. They were clearly frantically searching for God's bugs!

And what Pu'er planned to do was to take him to exploit the bug!

Karen had already habitually simplified the complex side of this world. For instance, a few days ago when listening to old Anderson report the situation between his family and the Raphael family, Karen simply understood it as gangsters fighting over a pier.

Setting aside the veil of mysticism, the laws of things were actually still the same.

Pu'er continued, "So, it is equivalent to re-enacting the set of words I said before. When God walks on the road and sees an evil god standing at your front door, won't God come over on his own? This is purification.

Will God also ask you how this enemy came about? This is divine revelation.

You keep the evil god at your doorstep and still call God over, aren't you asking for a beating? God will chase into the house to beat you, and this is divine shepherding!"

Pu'er clapped her cat paws:

"A perfect acceleration process, meow meow meow!"

"I haven't read the relevant research materials of the Church of Principle."

"Oh, I once borrowed Xidi's identity card to run to the archives of the Church of Principle and soaked there for a long time. At that time, Xidi was representing the Church of Order to participate in activities within the Church of Principle.

Later, she found out, and that old woman wanted to hunt down this young lady."

Karen thought to himself: You are two hundred years old yourself, yet you call someone else an old woman.

"The most important thing is that Dis arranged it this way. He let me follow you back, naturally wanting me to help you with the purification.

In fact, those children in church schools or within the church receive church cleansing to sense God's aura very early, while a person's lifespan is limited.

Karen, at your age, it cannot be considered late, but it is not early either; but Dis certainly hopes you can grow and become powerful at the fastest speed, so we must accelerate!

Don't tell me you want to go into arduous cultivation, to learn from Mr. Hoffen, wanting neither strength nor realm, only wanting to focus a lifetime on wandering in the ocean of knowledge and doctrines?"

Karen shook his head.

"That's more like it. Besides, you also understand that I have pinned all the hopes of the Allen family on you. It is impossible for me to harm you.

The one who hopes most for you to grow up safely is me, Pu'er Allen!

Heaven knows when that damn Raphael family will settle their internal strife. When their internal strife ends, will they continue to launch further encroaching attacks against the Allen family?

If it weren't for the fact that Dis is already unconscious, I really want to go and ask Dis. He could have clearly wiped out the Raphael family's estate with a casual forbidden spell, so why did he specially kill only one family head?

Perhaps, Dis wanted the Allen family, which means me, to maintain a sense of hunger and urgency?"

"I think Grandfather..."

"Do you have the face to say that Dis is not the kind of person who would calculate and arrange things?

It's fine, if you have the face to say it out loud, I can allow you to lie to me right in front of my face."

Karen smiled.

At this moment, the study door was knocked.

Cullen pressed the bell on the desk;

The door swung open, and Alfred stood at the threshold:

"Young Master, the Queen has dispatched an envoy to the Allen manor. Old Anderson hopes you will join the meeting. It will not be held here in the study, but in the ordinary reception room on the first floor."

"Very well."

Cullen reached out, stroked Purr's head, and rose from his desk.

Once the study door clicked shut,

Purr leaped down from the desk and walked into the very center of the room.

Its furry head turned to survey the portraits of the ancestral lines hanging upon the walls;

It pointed first at the portrait of the First Ancestor, Allen, hanging directly above the desk:

"First Ancestor, your lineage has flowed down to this day, thinned to such a degree that it can no longer shield our clan. The thing I regretted most back then was choosing your belief system from the very start instead of joining the Church. It left me with absolutely no sense of accomplishment after reaching the ninth rank, yielding nothing but disappointment. As it turns out, you, who once sat so high above, were nothing special after all.

It would be one thing if you were merely weak yourself, but you had to drag me down with you.

Yet, fear not. I, Purr Allen, shall forge a new beginning for the Allen family!"

Purr raised its paw again, pointing toward Count Recard:

"Is holding a Queen in your arms truly such a grand achievement? I shall write a magnificent chapter for this family that far eclipses your own!"

Finally,

Purr bypassed its own portrait,

Fixing its gaze instead upon a stern-looking man within the canvas:

"Father, I know that until the day you died, you hated me for what I did back then. But had I not interrupted your madman’s scheme, the Allen family would not be merely diminished today—we would have been wiped out long ago!

To blindly attempt to transform a family belief system into a Church-level faith... did you truly believe those Great Churches were mere herbivores?

Your ambition far exceeded your capability, just as it exceeded what the family could bear.

Now,

I have returned, and I have brought that object back with me.

Dis must have planned for this step long ago, ha. To calculate the Allen family, Eunice, even me, and the object I carry—every single piece accounted for."

Purr let out a long, slow breath,

Puffed out its feline chest once more,

And declared aloud:

"First Ancestor, my forebears, and my descendants.

If you are able, pray open your eyes three days from now and watch.

Watch how,

The most dazzling genius in the history of the Allen family,

I,

Shall... create a god!"

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