Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

As if in the universe, or beneath the starry sky.

The light, shining from somewhere unknown, cast upon Messe's side, making his surroundings seem more dazzling, while the distance grew colder and darker.

Though he bowed his head, Messe could feel that God was watching him. Not just the him of now, but also his past and future.

Feeling this gaze, Messe felt uneasy.

Although it was just a glance, he had realized that this was not the god of the Egyptians, not the god of the Midianites, nor was it any of the many deities he knew. It was God that breathed life into everything in the old Hebrew mythology—yet even at this moment, he felt certain there must be some misconception in those myths.

Because in Messe's perception, the divinity before him was so great that he found it hard to believe there was anything that could stand side by side with Him. None of the other gods from those myths could either.

Although Messe could not discern the magnitude of divinity, just as ants cannot determine the height of mountains, there are some existences that, when they appear before you, one understands their uniqueness.

"God," unable to bear the gaze and the tension any longer, Messe spoke softly, "By Your command, I have come here to see You, to tell You of our suffering."

"The Hebrews with Divine Blood have been oppressed for too long, and we have gone too long without a response from God. Not until today did I finally know that God has never abandoned us, all the suffering was merely a test given to us."

"Please guide me, mighty and omnipotent God, I shall execute Your will in the mortal realm, just as it eternally exists in heaven. I will make mortals recognize Your greatness, just as they know the Sun hangs in the starry sky."

The voice echoed in the void, but Messe was met with an even longer silence.

He felt the gaze on him grow heavier... until at a certain moment, Messe felt a lightness in his body, and he finally heard a voice as if coming from a distant time and space.

But the content of that voice struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"Guidance... there is no guidance, no tests... nor bloodlines..."

"Your bloodline does not carry original sin, but it is not noble either."

"I have never watched over you, nor tested your piety."

"The Sun will bring you destruction... the Egyptians will raise their swords against you—but I will not end this. You must live, and then it is you who must end it."

There were no lies, no deceit, in fact, the ability of Io and her offspring to proliferate was indeed a surprise to many, even the patriarch of their bloodline had long forgotten this mother and son. This unforeseeable event resulted from a combination of Isis's choice and Ra's character, since it was unforeseen by anyone, there naturally was no test or abandonment.

As for the bloodline of the Hebrews—they so-called Divine Blood came from Zeus. It is the Sin Blood of an Alien Realm, but for God, it was inherently neither noble nor sinful.

"...God," lying on the ground, Messe felt somewhat chilled.

God's words were merciless, but they made so much sense.

Perhaps to Him, the Hebrews indeed were as insignificant as they seemed… but if that were the case, why had He appeared before him? How was he to redeem them?

"If the Hebrews are so ordinary, omnipotent God, why then do You foretell the disaster that we are about to face? If You have never watched over us, why then summon me before You? I think there must be something different about us from the Barbarous Nations, that we could receive such distinguished honor from You."

"Not you all, but you."

Messe heard God say this.

"There is nothing special about you all, the special one is you. I have always watched over you, but always you, not the Hebrews."

Barely able to restrain himself, Messe slightly lifted his head. However, this time, he did not see the presence of God.

In the tumultuous times, he saw himself.

The past seemed to replay, time held no secrets. He saw himself coming from heaven, from God's hands to the mortal realm; saw himself living and dying, ten times over, each time extensive; he also saw in the near future, fire stretching from the Sun scorching the earth, countless creatures dying, but he alone was the exception.

And this was precisely the reason he saw God.

God had not come to save the Hebrews, but to save him. God needed him to survive, but did not need them to. Thus, God would not save his tribe... only he could.

At that moment, a brief thrill surged through him, but Messe immediately felt ashamed of this sentiment. He was a man from heaven, one who had descended to the mortal realm from God's side, and thus was favored by God, but when he recalled his past lives, he realized he still could not abandon his people.

'Perhaps this is a mortal's limitation,' he thought: 'God showed me my past, yet I can't empathize. I only remember these few decades of myself, not the one who lived ten lifetimes, the one from heaven.'

So, pressing his forehead to the ground, Messe prayed to God.

"God, I have now understood my mission—the reason I came to the mortal realm. But I still earnestly implore You, share the glory You bestowed upon me with my kin."

As the words fell, Messe felt the heaviness in that gaze return, even heavier than before.

As if a world pressed upon him, making his breathing difficult.