Seven hundred years have passed since the creation of mankind.

"Whew-"

At the foot of the sacred mountain, another boulder nearly ten meters high was moved, and Cohen wiped his sweat and looked at another temple that was about to be built in front of him.

Tall and majestic, this is a temple built by the golden humans themselves, unlike the oracle that was born under the finger of the god when it was first born.

Prior to this, they had built many temples in turn, and each of the true gods on the sacred mountain had its own one.

There are no exquisite reliefs, no mysterious lines, no sense of sacredness that leads to the soul at a glance, but Cohen still feels satisfied.

The power of God, created by mortals, and the piety of mortals, created by mortals, cannot be confused.

"Rest for a while, king."

He was about to move a rock when a voice stopped Cohen.

"In the service of the gods, we should not covet comfort."

Shaking his head, Cohen was tired, but he didn't have the slightest dissatisfaction.

The human beings of the Golden Age gathered all the positive emotions, they were upright, kind, hardworking, brave, and they had a heartfelt reverence for the gods. In their eyes, it is a matter of course to do things for God.

What's more, he was the first human created by the Lord of the Spirit Realm, and was therefore named the king of mankind. After the division of the gods, as a matter of course, he was chosen by the god-king and came to the area around Odils.

At this moment, around the sacred mountain, there are more than a dozen tribes, large and small. They were nominally part of the gods of the mountain, but they all obeyed Cohen's orders.

As the chosen leader, although the 'king' at this time was more of a title, without the concept of nobility, officials and states, he still held himself to the highest standards. Of course, as the first human, he does have abilities beyond ordinary people.

"Of course we should serve God, but you haven't rested for seven days."

After listening to Cohen's words, although the visitor expressed understanding, he still spoke out to persuade him.

Although Cohen was the first human to be created, his power was far beyond that of ordinary humans, but he was not a god after all.

Even in the original mythology, the humans of the Golden Age ascended to heaven after death and became special heroic spirits close to god-like.

“...... All right. ”

After a moment's hesitation, Cohen was finally convinced.

If you have enough spirit, you can work more efficiently. Proper rest is also essential.

Nodding, Cohen said goodbye to the visitor. He walked to a shade of a tree and sat down against the trunk.

Originally, there was no sleep in the world of Kaos, and the so-called 'rest' of humans was just to stop working. As beings blessed by the gods, they only need to take a short rest and their energy will quickly return to normal.

But this time, as soon as Cohen sat down, an inexplicable sense of trance hit his heart. He didn't know what it was like, so he tried to stay awake. However, the power of mortal things could not resist the authority, and in the end, Cohen leaned on the trunk of the tree and fell into a deep sleep.

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It's dark.

It was as if I had fallen into an abyss, and my mind couldn't turn, only a cold touch.

The concept of time became blurred, as if it were a day, as if it were a second, and at a certain moment, Cohen seemed to see a ray of color......

"Whew-"

Suddenly waking up, Cohen suddenly realized that he was no longer in the same place.

At this time, he appeared in front of a tall building.

Unlike the stones he had ever seen, the building was constructed entirely of unknown materials and intricately carved with patterns and patterns.

Some of them were engraved with the word "person" and some were carved with the word "thing", and although Cohen could not understand the meaning of most of the lines, he recognized only one that he recognized as a person carving.

He had studied carving, but when he saw the picture, Cohen felt that what he had learned in the past was a clumsy joke.

"May the goddess Themis forgive me transgressions."

As soon as this thought came to him, Cohen hurriedly prayed in the bottom of his heart.

Previously, all the shallow skills of mankind were learned from the goddess of justice. These include the construction of temples, the recording of major events, and the carving of statues of gods.

In addition to this, the goddess also helped humans simplify the innate text with extraordinary powers, and taught them a lot of knowledge. Mankind has written history in this way and commemorated the major events that took place.

However, despite seeing more than he had learned in the past, Cohen, who quickly reacted, did not feel that it was God's problem. God is not wrong, and the goddess only taught him those skills, because mortals should only understand these skills.

After a moment of silent prayer, Cohen began to look around again. Although it is not known where this is, there is no doubt that only God is worthy to live in such a place.

Cohen didn't dare to set foot in God's dwelling place without permission, so he looked around. But for some reason, there was a white mist all around, and he seemed to be wrapped in the middle, only he and the temple were real.

"Squeak-"

A sudden sound made Cohen jerk around. Behind him, I don't know when, the door of the temple opened automatically.

Shrine of Severaz, that's the name here. Even though Cohen doesn't know any of the characters, he now 'knows' it.

However, in the face of unexpected changes, Cohen was relieved. He had confirmed that everything he was experiencing now must be God's will.

"Great Spirit, if you have guided me here, then I have come to see you."

After respectfully bowing to the gate, Cohen cautiously stepped over the threshold and entered the temple of Severaz.

Passing through the gate, there is a long corridor with a row of columns on each side. The frescoes inside the temple were more elaborate, but Cohen didn't dare to look at them more. He walked cautiously and quickly forward, so as not to make the owner of the place wait too long.

The corridor is very long, much larger than the temple itself. Cohen didn't know how long he had been gone, and the concept of time seemed to have blurred. Faintly, he seemed to hear a voice coming from afar.

“... Daybreak............ Spiritual land. ”

Is it the voice of God? ’

With a shock to his spirit, Cohen hurriedly quickened his pace. Whether it is a god or not, since it can exist in this mysterious palace, the other party must also be related to the god.

"Light ......,...... Body. ”

“......，... Omnipotence. ”

"Put it on...... Crown, surrounded by ......"

"Trillion ......, Qi ...... God's name. ”

As we get closer to the source of the sound, the bytes become clearer. Cohen gradually recognized that it seemed to be a 'poem'. The great Lord of the Law had seen something similar, so the God-King wanted mortals to learn poetry as well. But unfortunately, despite the excellent learning ability of the golden humans, they do not have the slightest creativity.

This is not something that Ryan did on purpose, but that no matter how much mortal things glorify the so-called 'positive emotions', the beings who have only these alone are still distorted.

A twisted soul is not strong enough, and it is natural that it cannot carry more things.

Moving forward quickly, out of respect for God, Cohen didn't run, but he was still fast. At a certain moment, the scenery in front of him finally changed, and instead of the endless corridor, Cohen appeared in a large hall.

There were no expected gods, just a slender figure shrouded in a white hood. She sat on her side on the ground, and the previous 'poetry' came from under her hood.

And now, the sacred song still resounded, and even as Cohen left the corridor, he felt as if he had stepped over an invisible barrier.

When he passed through the barrier, he suddenly realized that the previous song was not sung in the language he was familiar with, and the power of that short poem was contained.

“......”

“......”

"Sinners have hope, and Allah is majestic and glorious."

"Each is adorned with a jade crown and presented to the golden hall of the gods."

"Holy, holy!"

"In July, the wall moves westward, and the darkness is eternal in the sky;"

"The past is here, and it will be forever!"