Chapter 456 Wilbur's Manuscript Part 2
1913, June.
While inspecting troops, His Majesty George V suddenly fell from a galloping horse, nearly severely shattering his pelvis.
This fall caused His Majesty's health to decline greatly, and I soon realized that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps I could use this incident to gain the right to rule the Newcastle territory.
By studying the activated vegetation, I concocted a potion that enhances vitality.
These active potions quickly healed the wounds of His Majesty George V, and made him more spiritual than before, and I also got my wish, became the chief royal physician of the court, and obtained the right to rule Newcastle.
And I paid only a few square meters of turf.
Those stupid nobles have all been bribed by me. No one can refuse such a bottle of mysterious potion. They are like maggots in the toilet.
The Whatley family has never been so popular.
But I don't care about these illusory things. I'm not the same as those politicians who are corrupted by power. What I pursue is only truth and knowledge, and that land hides everything I want!
Intuition tells me that there must be a secret there!
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1913, October.
A bad news, I found the activity of the land is waning.
I can't watch all this happen, those greedy nobles are waiting for my potion, if the land and vegetation lose their vitality, then the outcome waiting for me is to be torn apart by those wicked wolves!
No...that's not what I want!
I tried to stop this power from disappearing, but unfortunately it didn't work by any means.
The activity contained in the land and vegetation is getting less and less, and it is expected to last for at most three months, so I must find a way to prevent this power from disappearing during this time!
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1913, December.
The bad news came one after another, and that power was already very thin.
At the end of the month, if there are no accidents, that power will be completely gone, the land and vegetation will return to their former state, and I will no longer be able to produce that magical potion by then.
One of the falling meteorites did not find its existence.
Originally, I thought that after the meteorite fell, it shattered into the land due to the huge impact force, and this powerful and vigorous life was produced, but now I have one last chance, which is to find the material left by the meteorite!
I built a factory in this area, advertised to process municipal sewage waste.
There are factories like this all over the UK, so no one will doubt me, and the stupid commoners are even thanking me, but this way I can dig and research this land in good faith, hoping to find Remnants of that meteorite.
May the almighty and merciful Heavenly Father bless your devout and faithful believers!
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1914, late January.
The excavation went smoothly and no one found it.
The only regret is that I couldn't trust other people, so I had to dig it myself. At a distance of 50 meters from the surface, I finally found the meteorite. I didn't expect it to be a pure golden egg!
This golden egg is about three meters in diameter, and the outside is woven like some kind of velvet, exuding an extremely majestic and exuberant mysterious energy, at least hundreds of times more than the previous land and vegetation.
Just taking a breath close to the golden egg made me feel a steady stream of power pouring out.
But at the same time, I heard a strong heartbeat within this golden egg.
There is something in this golden egg, so the loss of activity in the land and vegetation is because the things in this golden egg are reviving?
I don't know what's inside this golden egg.
But if I want this energy, I have to keep the stuff in the egg sleeping!
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1914, February.
It's a pity that I've tried everything I can but I haven't been able to open this golden egg.
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1914, March.
The heartbeat in the golden egg became stronger and stronger, and even the sound of breathing was occasionally heard.
There was not much time left for me, and the contents were quickly revived. I remembered that some extraordinary knowledge was recorded in the Whatley family collection, and maybe they could help me open this thing.
I hope my grandfather didn't lie to me, those books are really useful.
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1914, April, London.
I found a book with strange rituals written in it.
But I had no choice. I followed the description in the book and successfully held the ceremony.
As I got closer to the truth, I was bathed in the glory of knowledge.
Human beings are really too small, and the truth they pursue throughout their lives are nothing but false illusions.
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1914, late April.
Using the knowledge in my mind, I opened the golden egg.
But the scene presented to me has subverted my perception of the whole world.
I used to think that there would be no God in the world.
The almighty and merciful Heavenly Father is nothing but religious belief.
But now, I realize that I was wrong. There really are gods in this world. They look at us from a high place, and watch human beings suffer from life and death and wars, but they still refuse to show mercy to save us.
God cannot be both all-powerful and all-good.
If God is omnipotent, he must not be merciful.
If God is merciful, he must not be omnipotent.
It's not fair!
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1914, May.
Amazing!
It's incredible, so there are such creatures in the world? !
1914, June.
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1914, July.
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1914, August.
God is neither omniscient, omnipotent, nor merciful.
1914, September.
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1914, late September.
A girl from the future is the perfect cornerstone.
1914, October.
The research is going well, but there are not enough experimental subjects.
1914, November.
I want to thank Germany, if it wasn't for the war they started, maybe I wouldn't have had such a good chance.
Since the pariahs in the city have already sensed the truth, it's better to take this opportunity to turn them all into experimental subjects. Anyway, it's war time. With a little trick, you can hide from those stupid politicians. .
1914, December.
I need to watch a lot of death!
1914, late December.
I didn't expect that the thing I got from the golden egg could actually summon things from another world, so it just happened to help me complete the plan.
1914, January.
Germany bombed London.
The renovation plan for the hotel has been completed and everything is ready for the final 'experiment'.
My Ascension Project...finally can begin!
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