Stronger with Crimson Modifier

Chapter 359 - 330: Creating a God [3]

The Buddha Beads were perfectly round and full, exuding a faint sandalwood fragrance.

She began to flick through the Buddha Beads with her thumb.

At the same time, she skillfully began to chant scriptures.

As the sound of her chanting gradually faded, she reached into her backpack again and took out another portrait.

One after another, she laid them out. The portraits all depicted different gods from various legends.

Ever since she had been plagued by that Nightmare.

She had entrusted her spirit wholeheartedly to these deities.

She hoped that among this multitude of gods, a real one would hear her call, feel her pain, and save her.

Unfortunately, up to this point, none of the gods she believed in seemed to have offered her any tangible help.

But she didn’t mind.

As long as there were still gods and faiths in the world she had yet to discover, she was willing to embrace them without hesitation and worship them piously.

At the very least, it calmed her heart.

And so, over the past few years, her faith had snowballed from a single god to over a dozen.

’After all, it’s not like anyone ever said a person could only believe in one god.’

BUZZ BUZZ...

Just then, her phone, which was charging off to the side, vibrated a few times.

Wuan Anning was unmoved, acting as if she hadn’t heard it.

She continued to pray to each of her gods in her established order, only picking up her phone after she had finished.

The screen lit up, showing a notification from a social media app.

After opening it, several group chats appeared on the screen.

One was a writer’s group, but most were groups for various believers—more than a dozen of them.

Each group’s name corresponded to one of the gods she worshipped.

She had joined these groups, of course, to learn more about the gods and their faiths.

This had already become part of her daily routine.

At this moment, messages were flashing nonstop in a group called the "Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult."

The doctrine of this Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult held that the world was created by a flying monster made of spaghetti.

This was a group she had recently joined. However, because its doctrine was too abstract, she hadn’t yet started to practice its faith.

The group had several hundred members, which wasn’t a small number.

Right now, the group admin was sending messages.

"I used to think that gods didn’t exist in this world, but now I know I was wrong. Horribly wrong. I hereby repent to the great Sun God."

"Did the admin get caught in the rain without an umbrella? Is his brain waterlogged?"

"The audacity! Pasta is the most delicious thing in the world! How dare you doubt the existence of the Flying Spaghetti Monster God! Watch out, or He’ll smite you so you only get seasoning packets with your instant noodles!"

"The way I see it, the admin probably met up with his online girlfriend and found out she was a dude just like him. He must be traumatized..."

...

Messages from the group members kept flooding the screen.

They clearly didn’t believe a word the admin was saying.

But Wuan Anning ignored these messages and scrolled up, looking for what the admin had posted earlier.

[In the nascent age of chaos, the One who reigned as the Master of the ancient Celestial Court was the great being born of the Sun Star—the Sun God.

His might towered above the Nine Heavens, ruling over the vast, starry expanse.

When dawn first breaks, the first ray of sunlight is like a golden arrow, Piercing through layers of morning mist—it is the sacred hand of the Sun God reaching out...]

Her gaze slowly moved down the page.

The screen was filled with information about a god named the Sun God.

The lines of text seemed to possess a mysterious Magic Power, captivating her attention.

Wuan Anning read through it carefully, and gradually, a glimmer of interest sparked in her eyes.

With years of experience worshipping various gods, she keenly sensed that this Sun God was completely different from the absurd Flying Spaghetti Monster Cult she had known before.

This faith not only had a detailed depiction of the god’s image and essence, but also a fantastical origin story and a complete set of rigorous and solemn prayer rituals, among other things.

It even had a grand and remarkably complete worldview constructed behind it.

All of this was far beyond what any ordinary Church could compare to.

As an author who made a living with words and had a sensitivity to information far beyond that of an ordinary person, she knew exactly what such a comprehensive and detailed set of divine lore signified.

In her eyes, the information about this Sun God was too rich, too complete. It felt like one of those gods with thousands of years of history.

As she thought about this, a strong desire to investigate surged within her.

So, without hesitation, she sent a private message to the group admin.

After hearing her intentions, the admin immediately sent her more information about the Sun God.

Wuan Anning’s eyes grew feverish as the information poured in. She read it voraciously, immersing herself in this new, mysterious world.

Finally, the admin sent one last message. The words were brief, but they carried an undeniable solemnity.

"Whether you believe it or not, the Sun God is a real god! You must maintain a heart full of reverence when you pray!"

Seeing this message, Wuan Anning paused for a moment.

On this point, she could guarantee that she had always approached every god she worshipped with a pious heart.

Her gaze fell upon the special requirements for the Sun God’s prayer ritual.

One of them was that for best results, one needed to piously face the rising sun every morning during prayer.

It was already nearing midnight.

Therefore, for the best effect, she could only set the thought aside for now.

Afterward, she lay in bed, fiddled with her phone for a while, and started to feel a little drowsy.

After the faint light of the screen dimmed, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Time passed, second by second, minute by minute.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled, and the snow fell even harder.

But Wuan Anning, sleeping soundly in her bed, suddenly let out a bloodcurdling scream, her eyes flying open as she shot upright.

Her hand trembled slightly as she fumbled for the cold switch by her bed.

With a soft CLICK, a dim yellow light instantly filled the room, dispelling some of the gloom brought by the darkness.

However, the light revealed her in a pitiable state.

Her long hair was soaked with cold sweat.

Strands of it clung to her paper-white cheeks, her once-gentle features now twisted in terror.

Her lips were bloodless and still trembling slightly.

Her pajamas were soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to her thin frame.

Seeing the normal furnishings around her, the color returned slightly to her face.

But a look of terror still flashed in her eyes.

"Wrong. It was all wrong. This time, the Nightmare... it wasn’t confined to a specific place like before. It seemed to be... coming specifically for me."