In the epic continent, if you want to be respected by others and want to live a luxurious life, you must have great power, and great power is not created out of thin air, but must be gifted by God. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The so-called gift of God is the qualification given by "God" or "the will of the world" to intelligent beings to grasp power.

According to the northern Haptus calendar, the third day of March is the day when all things are restored and awakened, and it is also the day when God spreads his gifts.

As long as they are between the ages of six and sixteen and live in the Epic Continent, the people of the gods can receive the gifts of the gods in their respective shrines after paying a certain sacrifice fee.

And the gift of God is not only to open the path of cultivation, but also contains the meaning of opening wisdom, however, not everyone can get the gift spread by God, it depends on the individual's talent and luck.

Of course, if you are over the age of sixteen, you can also go to the shrine to apply, but the cost of the sacrifice is doubled, and under normal circumstances, the priest of the shrine will not agree to the request, because the meaning of receiving the gift is no longer great, unless there are special circumstances.

Roland is already sixteen years old, and he has not yet received the gift of God, and perhaps this is the last time he will participate in the sacrificial ceremony.

He clearly knows that if he can't receive God's gifts, he will pass the best period of growing his strength, and even if he receives gifts in the future, the power contained in his body will not change much.

"Tomorrow is the Resurrection Festival, and I am lucky to go, if I miss this day, I can only wait for next year, hoping to get God's approval and start the path of cultivation."

Looking around, Roland looked at the small courtyard surrounded by a fence and the three empty thatched houses, and his fists clenched.

"Alain, go back and lie down and get some rest, you still have to participate in the sacrificial ceremony of the shrine tomorrow." Belera pushed open the courtyard door, walked in, and said with a concerned face.

"Auntie, don't worry, God will bless me tomorrow!" Roland said firmly.

"Okay, aunt believes you!" Belera glanced at him deeply, but she couldn't help but sigh in her heart, in fact, she had long lost any hope that Roland could get the gift of God, and it could be said that she was numb.

Roland began to participate in the sacrificial rites every year, and returned empty, which was unbearable for anyone, and he complained that Lord Raymond would expel him from the family, and if she hadn't taken him in pitifully, he would have starved to death on the streets.

However, she couldn't bear to break his heart, after all, she was her sister's child, and she wanted to give him hope to live.

"Auntie, I'll go back to the house first."

Roland greeted him, staggered back to the thatched hut, ate the small bowl of yellow rice and the plate of roasted meat, and then lay flat on the cold wooden bed, thinking about the sacrificial ceremony tomorrow.

Although he was extremely confident in himself, the original owner of this body, who had participated in nine sacrificial ceremonies, had not received any gifts from the gods, and was obviously a person who had been abandoned by the gods.

Roland sat up and took out the elven relics, and looked at them carefully.

This is a slightly smaller than the palm, round and toothed golden wheel, with an outer ring of seventy-two, an inner ring of thirty-six, and a total of one hundred and eight teeth, each of which corresponds to an ancient rune.

Legend has it that it is called the Golden Wheel of Time and Space, which can manipulate time and space, how to manipulate it and what is the result of manipulating? It is unknown, after all, it has been lost for tens of thousands of years, and the records in the literature may be true, or they may be imagined by later generations, which is also a mystery.

However, Roland can be sure that after he blew himself up, he was able to come here, which had a lot to do with the Space-Time Golden Wheel, and now he had no choice but to pin his hopes on it, expecting it to surprise again.

Holding the golden wheel of time and space tightly, Roland closed his eyes and began to think about everything in the imperial capital, not knowing the news of his fall, what would happen after they knew... There is sadness... It's a pity ... And also...

And time, in his recollection, conjecture, is quietly lost.

After a night of wind and rain, the air became very fresh.

When the three of them changed into new clothes and walked out of the fence courtyard, garlands had been hung on the doors of every house, and everyone was refreshed, happily walking out of the house and converging in the direction of the temple.

The temple of the town has a large internal space, equivalent to a small training ground, and a tall golden statue stands majestically in the middle, the statue holds a long sword on his waist in his right hand, and holds a long staff in his left hand, but his face is shadowy, so that people can't see clearly.

The three of them followed the flow of people into the temple, and after stopping at a corner, Belera said a few words to her daughter, and then led Roland to the priest who was standing in front of the confession with a solemn face.

And at this moment, a tall and strong young man blocked Roland's way, smiled in his mouth, and said: "You are sixteen years old, and you have not yet received the gift of God, which means that you are a waste, even if you participate in the sacrificial ceremony today, you are not going back in ashes, why bother to be embarrassed?" ”

"Shande, you're right, you should be driven out of town if you have such a waste, and it is also Aunt Belella who is kind enough to allow him to stay..."Another teenager leaned over and said in a strange way.

"Brother, better than all of you, you are the waste..."Hearing the evil words of the two, Fei'er rushed over, raised her small fist, and said loudly unconvinced.

"Better than me? I'm a samurai rank 4! Sander pursed his lips and lifted his face up.

"The fourth level of the warrior, the tail will rise to the sky, Shande, your kid's skin is itchy again, isn't it?"

A strong middle-aged man, talking from his mouth, walked over, scared and trembled, and after glaring at Roland fiercely, he turned around and quickly slipped away.

"Thank you, Orone!"

Belella thanked her with a slightly red face, and then she took Roland's hand, put the three silver coins in his palm, and said with expectant eyes: "Go, aunt believe in you!" ”

"Hmm." Roland nodded, walked quickly to the priest, and handed over the three silver coins in his hand.

"The rules can't be broken!"

The priest gave Roland a contemptuous look, then reached out and took the silver coins, put them in his pocket, raised his hand and pointed to a futon in front of the confession, and said to him, "You just sit there..."

"Good!" Roland agreed, went directly to the futon, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes slightly, and began to ponder.

"The wheel of time turns, never stops, the thread of fate, once again..."

I don't know how long it took for the priest's chanting to wake up Roland in thought.

He suddenly felt a stream of heat pouring down from the top of his head and spreading to every corner of his body, and he seemed to have the illusion that he was now soaking in the hot spring, and he wanted to moan comfortably.

"And God said, Let there be light..."

The chanting of the priests became high...

The hot spring boiled, steaming every inch of Roland's skin, making him miserable, almost to the limit of his patience.

"The devil says, the darkness is in the heart..."

The priest's chant became muffled again...

The hot spring turned into a cold spring, and the slightest cold air instantly turned him into an iceman, and even his thinking became sluggish.

"Ice and fire! What's going on? Roland frowned suspiciously, he clearly remembered the feeling of receiving the gift, it shouldn't be like this, and he couldn't help but curse bitterly in his heart..."This damn chant, when is it a head!"

"Boom!" A huge explosion suddenly sounded, and the shrine shook from side to side, causing the priest's chanting to cease abruptly.

"Finally free!" Roland let out a long exhale, which flopped like a mess of mud on top of the futon.