Glorious God Throne

Chapter 47

[Location: Holy Federation, Steel Capital]

He woke up amidst a faint floral fragrance.

The scent was extremely unique. During the days when his consciousness had sunk into darkness for an unknown period, he had almost thought he would sink forever, but was suddenly attracted by a distant fragrance.

He instinctively followed this aroma.

Thus, the eternal darkness receded, and he struggled to open his eyes. The bright light in the hospital room shone on his eyelids.

It was as if he had had an incredibly long dream.

Upon waking, the first thing that greeted him was the teary-eyed, joyful gaze of his fiancée who had been waiting by his bedside for a long time, and the urgent ringing of bells in the hospital room.

Then came a series of physical examinations and inquiries.

“The patient has just awakened from a vegetative state, his body still needs some time for rehabilitation…”

“A miracle! It’s simply a miracle! A person who had been lying down for eight years and was almost diagnosed as brain-dead not long ago, actually managed to wake up again, and his health condition looks far better than usual…”

“…Miss Vya, last time you refused to accept the brain death diagnosis, claiming that the patient would definitely wake up. Did you discover something we didn’t?”

The buzzing voices made his newly awakened mind feel like a computer that hadn’t been turned on for years, unable to process everything. He could only keep rolling his eyes around, surveying his surroundings.

In the clean and snow-white hospital room, his gaze was quickly drawn to a small potted plant on the windowsill.

It was an exceptionally exquisite little flower pot, clearly the style his fiancée liked. In the pot was a large cluster of snow-white unknown flowers. Looking closely, it was a group of delicate little white flowers clustered together.

The faint fragrance lingering in his nose was coming from there.

“…It seems you like these flowers too.” His fiancée had somehow come to his bedside, her palm gently holding his powerless hand, a smile full of joy on her lips.

He opened his mouth, his voice barely audible: “I, I think I smelled… flower fragrance… in my dream…”

Hearing this, his fiancée, who had to bring her ear close to his lips to barely hear what he said, smiled even more brightly. She murmured, “Yes! Yes! Indeed, it was these flowers, these blessed lucky flowers that protected you!”

He was completely puzzled. “Wh-what?”

The snow-white flowers on the windowsill expanded like clouds and mist. His fiancée’s joyful and devout face was even brighter and more radiant than the flowers.

She gently pressed a finger to the man’s lips. “Shh. You only need to know that in the most desperate moment, a god saved me. He pulled you back from the edge of hell, bringing you back to me.”

“–I will forever and ever be grateful to Him!”

“–Oh glorious Sun God, please forgive me, I have abandoned my faith and become His follower!”

Meeting his fiancée’s tear-filled eyes, the confusion on the man’s face dissipated, turning into a gentle smile like water. He no longer tried to explore whether all this was true or false, but solemnly said, “Then, I am also sincerely grateful to Him. If the Sun God punishes us, please let me bear it together with you.”

–Not just for my awakening at this moment, but more for the joyful smile on your face that is no longer sad.

A breeze blew in from outside the window, and the snow-white petals danced lightly.

……..

A snow-white petal swirled, floating in the air with the rising breeze, and landed in the palm of a hand.

The young man strolling down the street lowered his head to gently smell the snow-white petal in his palm. The transparent shop window reflected his soft flaxen hair and clear, gentle eyes.

“Long-awaited tenderness, the pain of struggling between hope and despair, the ecstasy and sweetness of final fulfillment, heartfelt faith and gratitude…” As he lowered his head to sniff the petal, it was as if he could discern the emotions poured into it throughout the flower’s growth process until the petal fell. The young man smiled leisurely, “This is truly a faith that exceeds the sweetness limit.”

“–I’ll accept it without hesitation.”

He turned and pushed open an invisible, non-existent door.

Pink, white, red, purple, as if a palette had been overturned, vast fields of flowers adorned the entire flower shop. Countless flowers bloomed eagerly, welcoming their master.

At the deepest part of the flower shop was a vine-decorated counter. On the counter were distributed delicate little glass bottles.

Each glass bottle on the left contained a seed, while each glass bottle on the right held petals of various colors.

He placed the snow-white petal from his palm into a transparent glass bottle on the right side of the counter, gently attaching a handwritten label to it — [Lover’s Prayer].

Just then, another breeze blew in from outside, and a pale yellow petal floated in with it. The young man, turning away from the counter, reached out his hand, catching it perfectly, like catching a lightly falling snowflake.

“Is this another blessing and faith transformed from misfortune?”

The moment he caught the petal, the young man looked up, his gaze seeming to penetrate spatial barriers, seeing everything he wanted to see.

[Location: Yao Country, Bin City Train Station]

“My little granddaughter, my little granddaughter, oh my little granddaughter!” The white-haired, seemingly deranged old woman ran out with a speed unimaginable for young people, embracing the little girl tightly in her arms. Her cloudy eyes were filled with joyful tears. “You’re back, you’re really back!”

Behind the intimate embrace of grandmother and granddaughter was a chaotic and noisy crowd, with two people surrounded by a group of people being beaten. Along with the beating came the voices of others egging them on. “Serves them right! Child traffickers deserve to be beaten!”

“…This old lady is really lucky, to coincidentally encounter her kidnapped granddaughter like this.”

“…Poor thing, kidnapped at such a young age!”

Accompanying this cacophonous symphony was the old lady’s vigorous voice. “I told you, when the flowers bloomed today, my little granddaughter would surely return! You all didn’t believe me, insisting on taking me to the big city to see a doctor… I’m not sick, I’m fine! My little granddaughter is back!”

Her children, while grabbing the child traffickers, smiled at their old mother and nodded repeatedly. “Ah! We were all confused, we just thought you had been deceived, Mother!”

The old lady got angry again when she heard this. “…That was a real divine figure, how could they deceive a lonely old woman like me! Do you think I’m that stupid and easily fooled?”

Her children nodded repeatedly. “Yes, yes, that’s indeed an extremely efficacious great god. But look, didn’t our coming to Bin City also align with the god’s will? How else could we have found your precious granddaughter as soon as we arrived?”

The old lady was indeed pacified. She held her granddaughter tightly and said proudly, “What do you know? This is divine calculation! The flowers bloomed, and my little granddaughter indeed returned!” Saying this, she was about to leave with her granddaughter. “Let’s go, let’s go burn incense for the god as soon as we get back!”

Her children didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Not to mention that this matter still needed to wait for the local police station to send someone to resolve it, but burning incense? For a living person, it was uncertain whether they would even want incense burned for them!

…..

“The pain of loss, the disappointment and despair of a long fruitless search, madness in lucidity, the bitterness of self-deception, the ecstasy of regaining what was lost, heartfelt gratitude, devout faith viewing someone as a deity…This faith is slightly off in its bitterness.”

As usual, after tasting the petal carrying faith, the [Flower Speaker] carefully stored it in another glass bottle.

— This was a [Family’s Longing].

Outside the window, another gentle breeze blew by. Amidst the vast sea of colorful flowers, a subtle fragrance arrived with it.

It was a petal redder than fresh blood. It emitted a rich fragrance tinged with blood.

[Location: Sang Country, Jiujin Island]

The setting sun dyed half the sky red, its blood-like radiance illuminating the cemetery below. In front of a bare tombstone, there were no offerings, no paper money, only large swathes of swaying blood-red flowers, each petal as deep red as blood.

The man standing before the tombstone was gaunt, the prominent bridge of his nose casting shadows over his sunken eye sockets. He lowered his eyes, a pleased smile appearing on his paper-white face.

“You asked me before why I bought an empty burial plot and planted flowers here, didn’t you?” The man’s gaze fixed on the tombstone as he burst into laughter, “This was all prepared for you! My dear stepfather, you’ve finally, finally… died!!! I’ve been waiting for this day since my mother died!”

“– A sudden heart attack after drinking, completely unexpected. Even I didn’t think my wish would come true in this way.” The man crouched down, his fingers gently touching the blood-red petals, excitement burning in the depths of his eyes, “The taste of revenge is truly wonderful!”

He recalled that magical twilight, that magical flower shop, and the shop owner who seemed to have already understood everything.

Clearly as gentle and merciful as a god, yet he didn’t advise him to be tolerant and magnanimous, but merely gave him a blessing.

— When the man who had borne the title of his father for years convulsed and fell before him, he seemed to see the cold, merciless judgment of a lofty god.

Thinking of this, he trembled with excitement. In his deep-set eye sockets, his eyes emitted an intense light.

He knelt before the tombstone, prostrating himself before the large patch of blood-red flowers, like a devout believer prostrating at the feet of a god.

“– Oh great god, please accept my insignificant faith! I am willing to offer you more sacrifices!”

……

The rich fragrance swept past his nose. The young man in the sea of flowers raised an eyebrow, murmuring, “Hatred suppressed for years, fanaticism twisted by hatred, extremely distorted devout faith… the flavor of this faith seems too spicy.”

He sealed this blood-red petal in a glass bottle, attaching a new label — [Enemy’s Curse].

Just as he put it away and turned around, his expression changed.

The young man in the sea of flowers looked leisurely in a certain direction, as if sensing strong emotions from afar through invisible threads of faith. He opened his mouth slightly in surprise:

“Ah, this… what’s with the ‘more sacrifices’? Don’t randomly distort others’ meanings!”

“After all, I’m not some evil god!”

A breeze swept through the sea of flowers, and petals flew in from all directions. Chenxing Empire, Island Alliance… from various places on Blue Star, more and more faith and blessings converged.

In an apartment in some old city district, a card was constantly glowing in mid-air, displaying a brilliantly blooming sea of flowers.

The young man in the sea of flowers smiled slightly, countless beliefs lifting him, making him rise, rise, and rise again.

[– You fool the world, and also redeem the world.]

[– You are a god existing in people’s hearts.]

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