22 Please Meet True Source
Seated atop the edifice, the vast expanse unfurled beneath me, revealing a city teetering on the brink. Once a beacon of vitality, it was now a vortex of disarray. In the midst of it all, my mind was a whirlwind of responsibilities. Why does life insist on such complexities?
I exhaled deeply, seeking solace. "Dea, is there a way for you to guide me through these tribulations?"
"Master, I'll exert every ounce of my capability to aid you," she affirmed.
"And how many pledge their allegiance to us?" I inquired.
"Currently we have, 58 slaves, inclusive of Lamar and her companion," Dea informed.
🕊️ [Slavery is an injustice.] 🕊️
Taking a moment, I processed her words. "Dea, how many can you directly mentor?"
"For the time being, a maximum of 10. My capacities are finite. However, I'm in the process of developing a new interface to expand my outreach. I require some patience on your part," she elaborated.
Gazing skyward, I whispered, "If I free them, is there assurance they won't turn against me? Why can't they just be a slave and slef serve faithfully?"
🕊️ [Slavery is an injustice, and I know what's on your mind—you have targeted a few beautiful girls who are now your slaves. Yet, you can't force your little brother to have fun with little sister in a pretty girl, even if she is your slave.]
[When they become followers, you can guide them through your influence.] 🕊️
My eyes roll, well, God is always all-knowing. "Is this true? When we become followers, can we guide them?"
🕊️ [GOD never lies.] 🕊️
"Alright," I whispered, motioning with my hand. "Dea, Gather them around, all."
Dea made a call, and the assembly began to move.
Quarter past the hour, every individual, Lamar and Lisa among them, assembled by the shimmering pool. The myriad of emotions etched on their faces spoke volumes: anxiety, distrust, and for some, a hint of intrigue, perhaps anticipating yet another enticing proposition.
"Know this," I began, my voice authoritative yet compassionate, "I am guided by the teachings of the True Source, the God of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love."
"All of you, align with the True Source, and the shackles of servitude will be shattered," I proclaimed.
A hush enveloped the assembly, the weight of my words pressing heavily upon them.
"I beckon you to pledge your fealty to the True Source, our only God."
An agonizing silence ensued until one brave soul stepped forth. "Master, our hesitance isn't about forsaking what we believe in. To shift our spiritual allegiance is profound. It can profoundly disrupt our spiritual equilibrium. We fear the wrath of our deities upon this True Source you speak of."
"Your deity is but a shadow in the presence of ours," a defiant voice echoed.
"You question the might of the True Source?" I responded, my tone edged with challenge.
"To us, love seems like a vulnerability. How can it stand against my deity of war or his, the deity of indomitable strength? Clearly, our pantheon appears mightier."
Raising my gaze heavenward, I silently implored, "Dear True Source, are You truly fragile?"
🕊️ [I am THE ETERNAL. Let their gods challenge ME if they dare.] 🕊️
"Our God, True Source beckons yours to confront Him." I said
A murmur ran through the crowd. "But there's a price for betraying our gods. They have shielded us. Abandoning them could lead to loss of luck or vital energy."
🕊️ [Assure them that there won't be repercussions. When they embrace Me, no force will dare to touch what is Mine.] 🕊️
"We won't face any repercussions. But we question the price of His protection. What, according to you, is True Source demand?" The same voice spoke up, "Is it our blood, our energy, or our devotion?"
I relayed the query. "Dear God, what do you seek from them?"
🕊️ [I yearn for their happiness. They are My children.] 🕊️
Addressing the throng, I said, "You've misconstrued His intent. Our God wishes for nothing but your prosperity and happiness, for He molded you. Grasp the boundless love and grace He extends."
Skeptical murmurs swirled. "Such promises sound too good, almost deceptive. No boon is without a price."
As my resolve wavered momentarily, I instinctively unsheathed my katana, holding it with a glint of warning. "Decide now! Align with True Source or brace for grave repercussions."
🕊️ [Violence is not the answer.] 🕊️
A woman from the crowd stepped forward, her eyes lowered in submission. "We understand the gravity of our choices. Please guide us on how we can truly follow your GOD."
"Dear God? What must they do?"
🕊️ [Instruct them to recite the following:
There is only one GOD, the TRUE SOURCE. No other deity stands beside the True Source, the GOD of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love. We repent for previously venerating other gods, recognizing the error of our ways. Dear True Source, we seek your forgiveness. We also ask pardon for our past transgressions, our doubts, and any times we turned away from you. Oh True Source, be merciful.] 🕊️
I turned my gaze to Dea. "Do you grasp what I'm communicating?"
"Certainly, master. I shall repeat your words and intentions."
As Dea echoed the words, a radiant beam of light descended upon her. An emblem, glowing with warmth and exuding a palpable sense of love, materialized above her orb.
🕊️ [Dea, as the first to embrace the faith, you shall be endowed with a light form when within the sanctuary. This is a gift from the True Source.] 🕊️
To my astonishment, a young girl materialized before me. She seemed about 14 but, given Dea's existence, she could be milleniums old. Petite, with raven-black hair cascading down her back, her skin was porcelain white. Her facial features – diminutive lips, a delicate nose – were symmetrically beautiful. However, what caught my attention were the eye patches covering both her eyes.
🕊️ [Once, you were born blind, seen as flawed, and taken for experimentation. Though your physical sight is restored, the emotional scars require healing. Remember, this form is only visible within the sanctuary. You must find an appropriate vessel for reawakening.] 🕊️
While Dea processed this revelation, I took command of the situation. With my katana unsheathed, I declared, "For those who haven't transitioned to OUR GOD, heed my words. After this prayer, should you not convert, I am more than willing to send you to meet your deities or our God."
"Pay attention. This won't be repeated. Recite after me:
There is only one GOD, the TRUE SOURCE. No other god stands beside the True Source, the GOD of Infinite Light and Everlasting Love. We repent for our past worship of false deities and recognize our misjudgment. Oh True Source, we beg your pardon. We seek forgiveness for our transgressions, our doubts, and the times we defied you. Oh True Source, bestow your mercy upon us."
After repeating the sacred words, beams of divine light enveloped most people, marking them with the symbol of our benevolent God. Yet, a few remained unchanged. I exhaled in exasperation; there were always a few who resisted.
I draw out my katana, knowing some people won't regret until they see blood—their own, undoubtedly.
🕊️ [Treat everyone with kindness and love.] 🕊️
Acknowledging the divine directive, I sheathed my katana and walked towards one of the young men, unmarked by fear. "Our God wishes us to embrace each soul with compassion and kindness," I murmured, my hand resting lightly on his shoulder.
With swift determination, I guided him to the building's edge. "Discover your faith," I encouraged, watching as he hesitated, I then gripped him and forcefully thrust him over the edge of the building. "Fly to heaven, and be with our God," I remarked, a content smile gracing my lips.
I turned to the remaining six. "I have little patience for those who challenge my authority."
In their desperation, they rapidly recited the prayer, and their conversion was instant. Outside, a light signified another conversion. Peering over, I noticed the young man clinging to the railing. "Help me! I've accepted our God!"
Disgusted, I retorted, "Why didn't you just accept your fate?" Nevertheless, I instructed, "Rescue him."
Dea, still adorned with her eye patches, approached me, her form ethereal. "How may I assist, master?"
"Organize them according to their strengths and capabilities. They'll work and earn their keep. I freed them from bondage, but they'll not live idly."
She nodded. "Of course. I'll oversee their tasks and duties."
🕊️ [Dea has been ordained as the Pope.] 🕊️
"Just ensure everything runs smoothly," I added, trusting Dea's capabilities.
My eyes met Eliana's. Her gaze was unwavering, filled with questions and uncertainty. Walking over, I caressed her face. "I made a vow to save your kingdom, and I will. I am man of my word."
Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and nascent hope. Embracing her warmly, I affirmed, "My quest to save your realm is fueled by more than duty—it is love. I am the hero whose arrival is whispered about in legends, especially when the end of the world looms near. It's my genuine affection for you and your people that compels me to aid you, not the bindings of any obligatory role or stupid blow job. Please forgive me for any distress my actions have caused you, for making you feel the need to act against your desires. My intentions are true, pure, and deeply rooted in kindness."
With a deep exhalation, I reconciled with my fate. If destiny deemed it necessary for me to either save a kingdom or face my end, let it be for a reason as profound as love—far transcending any mere blow job.
Damn it all.
[Jaime's Player Status 🎮
Name: Jaime
Player Level: 22
Quests Completed:
1. First Quest of Sanctuary 🕍
2. Killing the leader of darkness in Rogue's Haven 🌟
Rewards:
1. Storage Space 📦:
- Description: A mystical storage cube, allowing Jaime to store items magically.
- Capacity: 2 m cubes.
- Access: Think of an item, and it appears in hand. To store, visualize it being placed inside.
- Special Features: Weightless, regardless of contents.
2. SKILL Eyes of Insight 👁️🗨️:
- Description: Mystical eyes that grant Jaime the ability to analyze and inspect items and people.
- Capabilities:
- Analyzing People :
- Love Level to God ❤️🕊️: A color aura surrounds the individual, ranging from cold blue (least devoted) to warm gold (most devoted).
- Love Level to Others 💞👥: A heart icon appears, with size and brightness indicating intensity of feeling.
- Weakness Detection : A faint outline or mark will appear on the individual, highlighting their vulnerabilities, both physical and emotional.
- Analyzing Items :
- Item Level : By gazing at an item, a number appears, indicating its power or importance on a scale of 1 to 100.
- Function Identification : Descriptive words float around the item, giving a quick summary of its uses.
- Weakness Detection : For items with vulnerabilities or expiration, a small alert sign 🔺 will pop up.
Upcoming Quests: The journey continues! 🌟🚀]
