Chapter 530
"We can no longer get rid of the influence of the Recasting Church."
"Look at the changes in society now. People can no longer live without the power of the Recasting God. Those convenient technologies are deeply rooted in people's hearts. How can we get rid of them?"
"Why do we need to get rid of them?"
Thirty years have passed quickly.
The whole world has also changed drastically. The Recasting God has become the supreme god in people's hearts without a doubt. The remaining power of the old gods who have disappeared for more than a hundred years has become increasingly weak, and the number of believers has begun to decrease significantly.
Except for the East of Oden Continent where many people believe in the Lost Lord, more and more people in other regions believe in the Recasting God. It can even be said that the number of believers in the Recasting God is already the first in terms of proportion.
They are grateful for the various excellent conveniences brought by the technology in the oracle, and they believe in the Recasting God devoutly. The proportion of natural sciences in education in various countries is increasing.
Even Syat is the same.
When the first rays of sunlight in the morning shine through the curtains into the room, Nasir's day quietly begins. A worker serving in the factory under the Fisher family gets up from the bed, and his wife prepares breakfast in the kitchen, an omelette, a few slices of bacon, toast and a cup of hot tea.
After breakfast, the worker packs up and goes out to take the tram to the workplace. On the way, he sees street vendors selling newspapers, which may publish the latest international news.
After he arrives at the factory, he comes to work on the production line and contributes to the industrial development of Nasir.
At lunch time, he will choose to enjoy a sandwich, a bowl of soup, a fried fish, and a grilled lamb chop in a nearby restaurant. Nasir is close to the ocean, especially in recent years, oil has become easier to get, so the habit of eating fried fish has gradually become popular.
"Thank the great morning light, the Lord of the Lost..."
Everyone closed their eyes and prayed. All people in Nasir are believers of the Lord of the Lost, and babies will join the Morning Light Cult as soon as they are born.
That was a noble treatment that people in other regions could not enjoy. There is a saying that goes like this: "All roads lead to the dawn, and the masters of Nasir were born in the dawn."
In the evening, the worker finished a day's work and passed through the prosperous commercial district on his way home. These places were brightly lit and lined with shops. He chose a souvenir because today was his son's birthday.
When he returned home in the evening, the whole family turned on the radio and listened to the voice of the dawn that was played from morning to night.
"Praise Him... our great dawn... our Lord who has not yet revived but will eventually revived, and when He revives, everything will be..."
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Now the family of the old butler Tio is extraordinary, and it can be said that it is a family that ranks among the top in the entire eastern part of the continent.
As the earliest confidant of the Fisher family, he is also older than Chris and Darren. Except for March, the oldest person in the entire Dawn Cult, his status is also one of the top ones among the eight people of "Noble Blood".
More than a hundred years have passed, and his descendants have reached dozens of people, and the most capable one of them is one of his grandsons who has embarked on the path of knowledge.
He recently joined forces with Felix on the path of recasting, and the two of them have created new technical products based on the oracle of the God of Recasting... Until now, Felix can still hear the oracle of the God of Recasting, and he is still the God of Recasting, with multiple divine seals on his body that have not faded.
Carl also realized one thing.
The God of Recasting should be a selfless existence... just working mechanically.
He is very likely not a normal god, at least that thing is completely different from those old gods.
When the black-and-white TV jointly manufactured by the Tio family and Felix was first launched on the market, the whole of Siat was attracted by this unprecedented thing.
In a spacious showroom, a brand new black-and-white TV was placed in a prominent position, surrounded by circles of people.
The light focused on this machine, and its smooth shell glowed under the light, as if it was a mysterious messenger from the future.
"My God, that machine looks so strange."
"I wonder what it's used for?"
"Anyway, it's Mr. Felix's invention, and it will definitely be a bestseller!"
"Yes, since it's the work of the Fischer family, we must buy it, otherwise we will definitely be ridiculed... For the honor of the family, the first batch! We have to get the first batch!"
People's curiosity was completely ignited, they whispered to each other, talking about it, with surprise and confusion on their faces.
As the person in charge of the display pressed the switch, the screen slowly lit up, and a series of jumping ripples gradually stabilized, and finally turned into clear images.
"This is the TV!"
At that moment, the entire exhibition hall suddenly became quiet, and everyone's eyes were deeply attracted by the small screen.
The screen was playing a news report under the Dawn Cult. The people of Siat widened their eyes, their faces full of disbelief, and witnessed the miracle with their own eyes.
At this moment, Litio was communicating with Felix in the background.
"Thirty years are almost up. In a few months, the remaining power of the false gods will completely dissipate. By then, all the apocalypses from the outside world will be able to freely enter the east of Oden Continent..."
Tio was silent for a moment, and said: "However, the people still know nothing about this, and there is not even the slightest tension in the Fisher family. Felix, tell me the truth."
"What is going on?"
Felix smiled slightly, his tone was very mysterious, and he squinted his eyes and said:
"Don't worry, Mr. Theo, we have received the oracle... Just don't worry, on the contrary, thirty years have come, and it also means that the time for our Lord to truly revive is getting closer and closer."
"Getting closer and closer?"
Tio was slightly stunned, and sighed in his heart.
Alas.
That's why, no wonder the members of the Fisher family have not felt any tension recently, but have relaxed one by one.
I have been anxious in the past few years, haha.
Is that so.
Although he is already one of the most senior people in the Dawn Cult, he has participated in almost all major and minor events, and has been secretly paying for the Dawn Cult countless times.
However, because he did not have the bloodline of the Fisher family, he never had the opportunity to listen to the oracle. In the end, he was a little sad in his heart.
Theo really couldn't help thinking.
How great would it be if one day he could also listen to the oracle?
"What's wrong with you, Mr. Theo?" Felix noticed that something was wrong with Theo, but he didn't know what was going on.
"Nothing, I'm fine, I'm fine. Since the great Lord of the Lost has issued an oracle, there must be no problem... This is good."
Theo shook his head and forced a smile. He was still very envious of the Fisher family.
If he could also listen to the oracle...
Since that day, there was often an indescribable melancholy in his eyes, and regrets were hidden in his heart.
Theo always liked to sit in the rocking chair in front of the manor, staring at the gradually blurred horizon in the distance, and began to make less and less progress. The speed of progress on the long steps to the gods plummeted.
In fact, it was because he knew it very well in his heart.
He has already stepped onto the sixth step of the road to power, "Viscount Echo". The "Echo" ability he possesses can replicate the ability he used last time. One day, he may even have the opportunity to reach the seventh step. As for the eighth step, he dare not think about it.
But no matter how far he goes on the long steps to the gods, his status and importance will never be comparable to anyone in the Fisher family.
Now all the members of the Fisher family have been watched by Tio. He knows that most of the Fishers are excellent, but not all of them are worthy of the name of the family.
But no matter what, they are born to receive all kinds of extraordinary divine grace. They are people who are protected by great gods, the luckiest people!
"Alas."
Tio does not feel jealous, but a little lonely.
He no longer has any expectations for the future, and many people often live for their deep expectations.
At dusk, the setting sun that refused to leave dyed the sky orange-red. Theo was still immersed in his own world. A faint breeze blew by. He tilted his head slightly, as if he heard a whisper from another world.
That voice was mysterious and deep, like the sound of an ancient bell, a voice that was not human but could understand the meaning, and suddenly echoed in his empty heart.
That was Carl's gentle words.
[Your soul is noble, and your life has made great contributions. You are no less than Fischer. You need to keep moving forward]
Oracle!
That was the affirmation issued by God himself!
For many years, even most members of the Fischer family have not received such treatment!
It was like a ray of warm sunshine that penetrated the haze in Theo's heart for many years!
"Lord!"
He suddenly looked up and looked at the ethereal sky, with an incredible light flashing in his eyes. Tears slipped unconsciously, and the comfort of the soul was released.
"Ahhhhhh! Hahahaha!"
Theo covered his cheeks with trembling hands, letting tears and laughter interweave, venting the emotions accumulated over the years.
At this moment, Theo seemed to be reborn.
He was no longer just a vassal of the Fisher family, and all his efforts would never be erased because he was "not a Fisher", because his achievements over the years were seen by the great God!
He knew that from now on, no matter what storms he experienced, he would bravely move forward with this oracle from the Lord of Loss, and continue to weave his own story.
