novelhk Chapter 120 An Incompetent God
Chapter 120 An Incompetent God
Upon seeing the small pile of date and honey candy on the table, Nasita's beautiful four-leaf clover eyes lit up. She picked out a small piece from the pile of candy and carefully put the honey, which exuded a nutty fragrance, into her mouth.
Although the little deity could not taste the sweetness of candy in the dream, he still happily half-closed his eyes, as if he could imagine the sweetness of honey spreading on his tongue.
He seems to know his own preferences very well.
Nasita tilted her head, curiously observing the young subject before her who was praying to her for the first time in five hundred years.
"Is there anything I can help you with?"
The voice of the deity was gentle, as if it could make all those who heard it let down their guard without any burden.
After pondering for a moment, Mu Feng explained the ins and outs of the events he had organized in his mind, as well as his analysis and conjectures, to Naxida in detail once again.
"If my thinking is correct, that scholar should be in a very dangerous situation now."
"Nasita, I need your help."
However, upon seeing the hopeful look in the other person's eyes, Naxida fell into a long silence after listening to Mu Feng's story.
Her help...
Strands of white hair fell down, partially obscuring her indistinct expression.
"sorry."
After a long while, Nasita, looking dejected, finally spoke with difficulty, her voice sounding somewhat low.
Her hands were nervously folded in front of her, her eyes lowered, trying her best to avoid Mu Feng's gaze.
"Actually... I'm not a qualified god yet."
"The sages and disciplinarians of the Order of the Fathers will not obey my orders, and for various reasons..."
"I cannot leave Jingshan Palace at will."
Nasita's low voice was filled with guilt, as if she were blaming herself for not yet becoming the wise and omnipotent god in the hearts of the people of Sumeru.
For the first time in five hundred years, a subject has appeared who is willing to ask her for help.
He told her that a scholar from Mount Sumeru might be in extreme danger and urgently needed her help.
However, as a deity, she was completely unable to provide any practical assistance.
Was this really her dereliction of duty...?
The little goddess was caught in a vortex of guilt. At this moment, she was more like a child who had made a mistake, anxiously waiting for the disappointed look in the other party's eyes.
So it turns out their gods weren't omnipotent after all.
To Nasita's surprise, the disappointed look she had expected did not appear.
Instead of sharp criticism, she received a gentle word of comfort and a date and honey candy placed in her hand.
"It's alright, Nasita."
"Don't apologize, it wasn't your fault."
Wasn't it...her fault?
Naxi Da looked up blankly, only to be met with a gaze full of heartache, which made her feel dazed.
She was not born a wise deity.
"Gods, we have finally found you."
On that day, blood rained down from the pitch-black sky, the black and crimson colors intertwining on the withered earth.
The cracked ground gaped open like a gaping maw leading to hell, and the wise leaves withered and died from the taboo.
The sky weeps blood, and calamities ensue.
On that same day, she was born from a state of ignorance.
The sage who came to greet her saw her lack of wisdom, and his excitement and joy were instantly replaced by a look of disappointment.
Is she our goddess?
The wise men began to question, to discuss, and to whisper among themselves.
Her wrist, which was being pulled, hurt terribly, but the looks in everyone's eyes when she felt her expectations had been dashed caused her even more pain.
Was it her fault?
The sages always told her yes.
She is an incompetent deity. If she could provide the wisdom to lead Sumeru forward, the rainforest and desert would not have split, and the Dead Zone and Demon Scale Disease would not have spread.
Thus, burdened by her innate guilt, she willingly became a caged bird in the Pure Land Palace. She silently endured the sages' disdain for her and the people's forgetfulness of her, habitually bearing all the responsibility on her not-so-broad shoulders.
Because it was her fault.
She absorbed the knowledge from the World Tree with all her might, searching day and night for the people of Sumeru who needed help.
All she wanted was for the day she could become a “qualified deity” like the Great Tree King.
Will the moon one day become the sun?
she does not know.
Do gods get tired too?
she does not know.
Sometimes, when she looks at the empty floats, strange thoughts flash through her mind, telling her that she shouldn't be responsible for all of this.
In the end, she would only attribute each one to "an evil thought that only an immature god would have," and feel deeply guilty about it.
Even if her birthday is no longer celebrated, and even if her name is gradually forgotten.
This was the fault of the gods, and she deserved the punishment.
No one told her that none of this was her responsibility, and no one offered her encouragement or comfort when she was feeling down.
She has always been alone.
Really...it wasn't her fault?
Naxida gently covered her chest, carefully feeling the surge of surprise, a trace of shame, and a touch of bitterness welling up inside her.
There was also a tiny, faint trace that brought her a sense of relief and joy from her guilt.
"Nasita, you can do it."
"I need your help."
Yes, scholar of Mount Sumeru, her people are in mortal danger, what reason does she have to continue to wallow in self-blame?
"What can I do to help you?"
Having shaken off her confusion, Nasita tilted her head back slightly, and her emerald green four-leaf clover eyes shone with a determined light once more.
……
Late at night, in the city of Sumeru, an inconspicuous house.
A middle-aged disciplinary officer, holding a quill pen, was recording the case file of a new academic fraud case under the dim light of an oil lamp.
"Father, I dreamt of Lord Little Lucky Grass!"
As the door was pushed open, the biting night wind made the candlelight flicker, and a boy rushed into the somewhat crowded room.
"Murtada, don't be silly."
The disciplinary officer put down his quill, rubbed his aching temples, and spoke in a very serious tone.
"The Grass God is so busy with his affairs of state, how could he possibly have time to visit the dream of a mere child like you?"
"This is real!"
Murtada raised his voice defiantly, hoping to draw his father's attention to the matter.
Just now, the Grass God, whom he had seen at the meeting this morning, actually came to his dream and asked him to inform his father that the gods were discussing an important matter.
He was very excited. His peers always liked to talk about their amazing encounters with the Little Grass King in their dreams. Did this mean that he was also being watched by the gods?
"Alright! Murtada, I have important work to do tonight, tomorrow..."
"Bang bang bang!"
In the dead of night, there was a sudden knock on the door.