In the early morning, a tram full of passengers passed in front of several slum apartment buildings, and the people on the bus habitually looked towards the apartment buildings to see the chaotic appearance of the homes of these people from the bottom of society. This alleviated their bad mood due to unsatisfactory life, and they would never have imagined that a world-destroying catastrophe was quietly fermenting in a window.

Frank's apartment was facing the tram passing by outside the window, and every time he saw the numb and decadent expressions of the people on the car, he became more convinced that the soul of the world needed to be purified and the consciousness of humanity needed to be unified.

The estrangement between people, the ugliness of the world, will be baptized with a great destruction. After being reborn, the consciousness of all beings will be integrated with God and will become eternal.

After Frank is teased by Arendt at school, he fears that God is disgusted with him and no longer trusts him as a messenger.

He sat lazily on the floor, spread out his notebook, found the special page of paper, and wrote down a line:

"Forgive me, dear God of the Universe, for your presumptuousness, and I wonder if you still regard me as your child, or if you only regard me as a stupid and useless person. ”

The words on the paper slowly faded away, and Frank knew that the message had been sent. During the double-slit interference experiment at school, the word "Stupid" that appeared on the screen at the end never let him go. He waited silently for the God of the Universe to reply.

"My dear child, how can you doubt my love for you, you are my only voice in this world. Today's ministry is troublesome, and some people are making trouble with it, maliciously preventing my revelation to you. They are the will of all the evil in this world, and no matter what you see or experience, it is their blow to you. You have to be patient and never forget your faith. I will lead you into a new world where all consciousness is one, where there are no more barriers and contradictions among human beings, and we will create a world where there is only happiness and joy. ”

The reply of the god of the universe slowly appeared on the paper.

Frank was refreshed when he saw the reply, did he misunderstand his god? he was still the luckiest and most favored child, and it turned out that all the incredible things were done by other wicked people. Thinking of this, he immediately got up from the ground, sat down at the desk, his excited hands trembled a little, and wrote on the paper again: "What happened today made me lose control in class, I was expelled from school, and now I can't preach in the name of teaching, what should I do?"

"Child, you will have a way, believe in yourself. In the depths of the universe I can feel the meditation of the congregation, it is your credit, but the number is still too small, I need more people to meditate before the gods will come. Go ahead and let more people become my believers, you can do it, because you are my best child!" Every word on the paper carries a magical power that makes Frank spirited, the position of the god of the universe in his world is above all else, and completing the work given to him by God will bring him supreme glory. He had a preliminary idea of missionary work at this time.

Frank simply eats breakfast, the bread and milk are expired, but he believes they will still keep him healthy. The beard that had been unadjusted for a few days grew like a weed, and it seemed that it was about to connect with the sideburns, with the thicker grass on the head. He put on the shabby brown jacket that he had not changed all year round, felt in his pocket, and the car keys were inside, and prepared to go out. Oh, by the way, and his holy notebook was not brought with him, so he picked it up from the table, put it in the inside pocket of his jacket, and rushed out the door.

"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, next, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, next, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, next......." Every time he went down the stairs, Frank's obsessive-compulsive disorder began to make a mistake, and he silently recited the number of stairs in his heart, and rushed from the fifth floor to the first floor in one breath. When he rushed out of the door, he bumped into an old man, but fortunately he grabbed the old man and didn't knock him down.

"Hey, Frank, you haven't eaten that bread yet, why are you in such a hurry!" the old man quipped.

"I'm sorry Mike! Frank apologized and said nothing, then wiped the crumbs off his beard and rushed into a gray used Chevrolet 454. It was his car, and at the moment a church appeared in his mind, the Cathedral of St. Vibiana in the center of Los Angeles, and he was going to drive there in this dusty and broken car.

Less than an hour's drive southwest along the Interstate, Frank came to St. Vibiana's Cathedral, off the Hollywood Highway, one of the largest churches in Los Angeles. The magnificent building, with a wide canopy, and a stone statue of the Virgin Mary standing directly above the gate, looks extremely holy. His missionary work will also begin here.

Frank's luck was that on Sundays the Basilica of St. Vibiana was particularly crowded for Mass, and when he walked into the church, a priest in his sixties, dressed in a white robe and wearing a white crown, was doing his second Mass. The sanctity and solemnity of the splendid interior of the church, set off by the decorations with strong Catholic elements, infected everyone present and made them feel great admiration for the Father.

"In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. The priest marked the holy sign on his chest.

"Amen. The crowd shouted in unison.

"May the love of the Father, the grace of Christ, and the gift of the Holy Spirit be with you. (Priest)

"Be with your heart too. (Congregation)

"May Heavenly Father and Christ grant you grace and peace. (Priest)

"And to you. (Congregation)

"Dear Catholics, we all confess our sins and perform holy sacrifices with reverence. The priest's voice was full of compassion, and after a moment of silence.

"I confess to Almighty God and to all the faithful that I have sinned in thought, word and deed. The priest beat his chest. "My sin, my sin, my felony. For this reason, I beseech the Virgin Mary, the angels, the saints, and all of you faithful to pray for me to the Lord and our God. (Priest)

"May God Almighty have mercy on us, forgive our sins and give us eternal life. (Priest)

"Amen. The crowd shouted in unison.

Frank sat in the back seat in the aisle, not at Mass with the crowd, but thinking about how to spread his teachings.

At the end of the second session, Frank got up and walked over to the priest, took out the notebook in the inner pocket of his jacket, and flipped to the page with spiritual power and held it in his hand. He smiled in a friendly manner as he walked three meters in front of the priest and bowed deeply.

The priest felt so kind to the man in front of him, he walked up to Frank and reached out his right hand to stroke Frank's head, telling Frank to get up. He didn't know that at this moment he had been affected by the spiritual power released from the notebook.

The spiritual power was released from the notebook one after another, slowly enveloping the priest, and the priest's eyes gradually became dull and hollow, all of which no one could see. After a moment, his eyes were like torches, and he nodded to Frank with a smile and said, "The god of the universe has told me what to do, let's start right away." ”

Frank checked the priest's eyes, smiled knowingly, and walked diagonally behind the priest. The notebook in his hand released the spiritual power faster, and in a moment the spiritual power had filled the entire church, surrounding everyone, and in a short time these people went through the same process as the priest and became faithful believers in the God of the Universe.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us begin to meditate. Close your eyes and recite in your heart the name of the god of the universe - Samael. Observe, feel our breath, feel the divine breath inhaled, let him spread throughout our bodies, feel the surging aura in our bodies, and give him to the gods in the depths of our universe. Under the guidance of the priest, everyone closed their eyes slightly and began to meditate.

The meditation ritual lasted about an hour before it ended, and everyone turned pale and looked extremely weak, not even able to stand. They sat in their seats and gasped, as if this would quickly replenish their strength.

As missionaries, Frank and the priest were not involved in the meditation process, their task was only to guide the believers. Under the background of the prostration and exhaustion of the crowd, they looked radiant, and they nodded with satisfaction as they looked at the nearly a thousand people in front of them, not knowing that the gods of the universe were not satisfied.

Frank looked down at the notebook in his hand, and a few words had already appeared on it: "Too little, not enough." He frowned slightly, but then there was a look of piety, which he thought was also a disrespect to God.

Frank said to the priest leaning in front of him, "These people can't meditate today, they need to recover for three days before they can repeat the ritual." How many more people will come here in the afternoon?"

"There will be two groups of people in the afternoon, about 2,000 people. The priest replied respectfully.

"Okay, let's meditate like this in the afternoon, God needs more people to join, and in the evening you take me to meet the Bishop, I think he will be of great help to God. Frank said as if commanding, and his posture was clearly higher at the moment.

"Okay, I'll find a way to contact the Bishop in a moment. Do you want these people today to let them come back in three days?"

"They have to come, they have to come here every three days to meditate, God needs them. ”

It is an honor for all of us to be in the service of the God of the Universe. ”

Frank closed the notebook and put it in the inner pocket of his jacket, and his spiritual power was not being released. These people in front of them have been marked by the spiritual power of the god of the universe, and there is no need for Frank to be present with a notebook in the future, as long as they follow the steps just now to meditate, the spiritual power can be transmitted to the god of the universe.

The afternoon mission went well, using the same pattern as in the morning, exhausting nearly 2,000 meditators. At the same time, the priest also made an appointment with the highest-ranking bishop in California, whose residence was located in the city of Santa Ana, southeast of Los Angeles, only about 50 kilometers away. In the evening, after seeing off all the believers, Frank drove to Santa Ana with the priest in his second-hand car.

Night finally fell, and it slowly devoured the earth like a black pocket. The starry sky gradually shimmered, guiding the passers-by who were still moving. At about nine o'clock in the evening, the priest took Frank to a meeting room with the Bishop, whom he had long admired.

The reception hall is both classical and cheerful, with a spire-shaped sloping roof, plastered wooden frames and columnar decorations, and natural building materials contrasting with vines clinging to it. The Bishop stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, his hands in his hands, dressed in a dark golden robe, with a red sash around his waist and a golden cross on his chest.

"Father Brown, what is the important thing you are talking about?" the Bishop looked at the priest reproachfully, as if he did not like to be disturbed at such a late hour. He set his eyes on Frank, who was dressed a little shabby, with a slight contempt in his eyes.

"Your Excellency Bishop, today I have brought with me the Messenger of God, who has something to say to you with the will of God. Father Brown said respectfully before the bishop and pointed to Frank.

Frank had opened the notebook and walked over to the bishop and bowed. But then, not as he had imagined, the bishop did not put his hand on his head, and Frank bent over in embarrassment.

"This man is an angel of God? Father Brown, you're not kidding, how could God let a man in such impure clothes be a messenger? In California, there is only one messenger of God, and that is me!" The bishop said with a little anger, and when he saw that Frank's unkempt hair still had a layer of dust on it, and he was so disgusted by the sloppy man in front of him that he turned away from the two.

Father Brown was a little helpless, and was about to explain something, but Frank straightened up and smiled indifferently, and motioned for him to speak on his own. "I need you to convene a large congregation to bring all the congregants in California together. ”

"Bold, are you commanding me? You think you're ....... The bishop was furious, but his voice stopped abruptly. If a psychic person is present at the scene, he will find that he has been surrounded by a psychic force, and the next manifestation is similar to that of Father Brown at that time. The pupils gradually contracted, slowly stagnant and hollow, and then slowly recovered.

"Envoy, I am very sorry for my insolence! The bishop humbly and apologetically asked, inviting Frank to sit down on the couch.

"Gather the whole congregation as soon as possible and do a mass meditation, our gods need their strength. Frank said in a commanding tone.

"Yes, Sir. It's just that there are too many congregants in California, and no church can accommodate so many people. The bishop replied.

The question made Frank ponder for a moment, and his right index finger tapped rhythmically on the marble coffee table table in front of him, constantly making a "da-da...... Da Da, Da Da ......!".

"It's in the open air, as long as it can accommodate these people, streets, squares, beaches, anywhere. This time, we only use spiritual power to mark the congregation, and when we go back, we can ask the priests to organize them to go to the churches in their respective areas to meditate on time. Frank stared, then added, "First contact all the priests in California, come here tomorrow, and let them become believers in the gods of the universe first." ”

"Yes, I'm going to let them know. The bishop then walked out of the parlor and ordered his men to hurry to the priests' quarters. He then returned to the parlor to discuss with Father Frank and Brown the location of the congregational meeting. With hundreds of thousands of believers in California, it was not easy to find a place that could accommodate so many people, and at the suggestion of Brown, a local, it was decided to arrange the rally on Manhattan Beach, where it was perfectly possible to accommodate them.

The bishop placed Frank in the best hotel in Santa Ana, and proposed to give Frank a high-end sedan and a custom gown. Frank did not refuse, this was the first time he felt the magic of power, which was given by the god of the universe, and his faith was strengthened.