Yhwh - 531

With this new job, the being never struggled to live again. He had money and strength. Around the age of 25, the being fell in love. At the age of 27, he got married. As he said his vows and they were wedded, another unseeable golden thread entered his body. His strength increased yet again.

He felt as if he could do anything. At the age of 30, the being had a child. Despite not being human, he had perfectly copied the human body. Even he himself didn't know that he was inhuman.

As the child grew and began to rely on him, a third golden thread entered his body. At the age of 35, he had another child. Later, yet another golden thread entered his body.

He raised these children well, and they loved him. He had a happy family. Time passed happily for him, but he soon noticed something was off. His wife, his children, and everybody around him had aged, but not him. He was as young as the day he first met his wife.

This confused him and his family. At the age of 65, his wife grew sick. He stayed by her side as she died. 

He mourned for a while, before finding a new purpose in life. With his children grown up and his wife passed away, he retired and volunteered at the orphanage. He helped many children. 

However, no matter how much time passed, he never aged. At the age of 75, he began to adopt animals. As each one got comfortable around him, another unseeable golden thread left them and entered his body.

His strength grew further, to the point that he did not know his own limits. At the age of 80, his second child left the village and began his own life.

All alone, his pets around him aging, he gave himself a new purpose. He spent his days going around helping people.

One day, he saved a 9 year old child's life, catching a wooden log that was falling onto his head. From that day on, the child followed him around. Unknowingly, another golden thread entered his body.

He was the child's role model. It was already talked about around the village that he was a cultivator, so the child's parents trusted him. Around here, cultivators were seen in a good light. 

The child grew up, and the being taught him a lot. Eventually, the child grew up. He was now an adult, but insisted on being like the being.

He began to volunteer at orphanages and take care of pets. He even honed his strength and worked the same job that the being used to.

One day, the child asked the being a simple question.

"Mister. You've never told me before, but what is your name?"

The being paused. "Name?"

He had to think deeply. When was the last time he was called by his name? He had always been sir, mister, husband, father, or some other title for as long as he could remember.

"Oh, right." He remembered. "My name is Yhwh."

"How do you say that?"

"They pronounced it, Yahweh."

"Alright. Mister Yhwh? I think I'll just stick to Mister."

Yhwh laughed and continued to cut down a tree.

Time continued to pass, and the child truly lived in Yhwh's shadow, following everything he did. 

He too was seen as a proud product of the village.

Around 30 years later, a storm appeared on the horizon. It was approaching fast, lighting flickering. When the winds hit, the village was sent into panic. 

This was a record breaking storm. In the distance, tornadoes began to form.

Surprisingly, a group of the village people did not hide. Instead, they found the orphanage and knocked on the door.

Yhwh answered in surprise. "It's dangerous out here. Go hide somewhere."

Around 20 villagers were at the door, and they all kneeled down. "Please, sir, save the village from this disaster."

Yhwh was confused. "What do you want me to do? I'm just a normal guy."

The villagers were resilient. "Please, sir, save the village."

Yhwh was truly confused, but he couldn't bring himself to ignore these people's needs.

"What would you have me do?" He asked.

One of the villagers spoke up. "Sir, what if you blew the storm away?"

Yhwh found it as ridiculous as the rest of the villagers, but it was the only clear option.

"Well to do that, I'd need a big fan. How fast can we make one?" Yhwh just went along with it.

He was guided to a tailor's shop. Although the village had a population of nearly ten thousand, the tailor was in the group of 20.

In haste, they constructed a large fan. It was so heavy that it took ten villagers to pick it up off the ground, but Yhwh managed to hold it in one hand.

They ran to the edge of the village and looked at the storm. The approaching villagers kneeled again. 

"Please, sir." They said.

Yhwh sighed and looked ahead. He didn't believe in himself, but for the village people, he could try.

He stepped back and prepared himself. For the first time in his life, he used all of his strength. A strong wind approached, but as the fan swung, it instantly moved backwards.

A wind far stronger than that created by a tornado shot at the storm and redirected it completely.

The villagers laughed happily as Yhwh looked at his hands in disbelief.

Only he knew that he wasn't a cultivator. The villagers kneeled even deeper, and a golden thread left each of their bodies and merged into Yhwh's.

He clearly felt his strength grow, but did not understand why. 

Soon, the tale of Yhwh's feat spread throughout the village. Although it was hard for many to believe, many were convinced by the villagers. 

Unbeknownst to Yhwh, a simple building was constructed, and a wood carver carved his statue.

A hundred villagers came to this building at least once a week and prayed to Yhwh. One day, around the same time, 80 golden threads entered Yhwh's body at once.

Although he did not see clearly, he could have sworn that he saw a flash of gold before his strength increased.