It has been a week now since the people finished their village around my church.
Their houses looked way better than last time, if I had to guess they were on the same level as houses build in the years between 1920-1950.
These houses aren’t that different from the one I lived in. But they looked more like houses from villages. That relieved me as I already began to worry about their safety and comfort.
And of course, I also asked them how they were able to build such houses. After all I thought this world was in the medieval period. But they quickly explained it.
Apparently not all people can use magic and has split because of that. That applied for all races except the Elves, Demons, Angels, fairies and Undead races, they all were able to use magic as their body needed it to survive.
Because of this people got ranks. Normal people were ranked as common, while people with magical abilities were called unique, this also was more detailed, but the villagers didn’t know what the other ranks were they just knew that normal people which were skilled enough to put up a fight against a unique were called uncommon.
Because of this, common people began to dedicate their live to science thinking God has wronged them, but they soon will understand that this was wrong.
After all God gives his toughest battles to his toughest soldiers.
This must’ve been part God’s plan. He must’ve known that most people wouldn’t be able to receive magic and gifted the commoners the power of science, by creating the world similar to my own, Independent.
As I experienced myself Magic manipulates the law of this World with mana and allows you to preform Sorcery’s or Miracles but doesn’t hold any thing together or keeps you alive expect for a couple, exceptions. Which means Magic needs the World to function, but the World doesn’t need Magic.
And because God created the world this way the commoners are able use the world as their weapon too without the need of magic, by walking the path of science which if it gets to the level of my previous world or beyond can become an equal power to Magic.
But I unfortunately don’t hold that much information about weapons. I only have little knowledge about rifles, pistols and stuff like that. Rockets, nukes, or other mass destruction weapons are far beyond my knowledge.
But I’m sure my children will find a way.
Well, that aside. New people start to arrive every day. Some fled from their punishments, others from their fate and even other fled because their land has been taken, but most came because of the latter.
According to them the Orc tribe Van-Krazak is currently in war with the Rugia Kingdom which destroys the lands between them and turned them into a wasteland.
The people’s lives were ruined and all of them lost something or someone they loved. I told them their allowed to stay as long as their want and even allowed to live here and start a new live if they want. They cried out of happiness and began to live with my children which like me welcomed them with open arms.
It didn’t take long until the people began to ask what this place is and who I am. I told them the same as I told my children but there was one critical thing which I totally forgot until now.
My church, my group, and most importantly this new Religion, had no name.
Which now leads us to this point.
“Father it’s alright.” A young blond woman told me. She was the first one which asked me if she could work in the church and so she became my first Nun. She was even dressed like one, since the basement was filled with clothes for priest and nuns.
“Ranni, it isn’t! How couldn’t I think of that?! A Name! Just how dumb am I? Every religion has a name! Even Cults!!!”
“Father please calm down. Drink this tea, it will calm you down.”
“Which water did you use?”
“The holy water of course! You’re the Saint after all.”
The holy water huh?
It’s water that only appears in the area near to a church of God. Unlike normal water it heals wounds, is like poison to demons and undead creatures and most importantly can buff you by boosting your physical power and magic when used with the holy seed which too only grows near a chuch of God.
Normally I would be okay with normal water, but my children forbidden me to drink normal water saying, “You’re the ‘True Saint’, as such you are a holy being and have to be treated like one!”. Which I couldn’t deny.
But it took a while until I got used to the divine smoke that always came out of holy water. It truly made it look divine and even cured you from minor illnesses if you get exposed to it and most importantly looked pretty cool, but it took a while to get used to it.
“Say Ranni, what do you think about the people of the outside world?”
“I’m sorry for them because they still haven’t received God’s love.”
“Looks like I didn’t fail you, my child. But you must know that not all will join us. Some deny the truth even if they see it in front of them, others are just unable to believe, and others have been blinded by the devil and see him as their Lord. There are many such people thats just how the world works.”
Ranni began to tear up as she heard my words, she was truly an angel and loved all people, which made her the perfect nun.
“Don’t cry my child. I will save as many as possible, after all I’m the Saint of God.” I said as I hugged her, comforting her until she stopped crying.
After she stopped crying Ranni suddenly raised her head.
“Oh my! I have to go back and look how far the people came with the books!”
With that She ran out of the room leaving me behind.
“Books?”
Oh Right.
The holy book of Eden. It is similar to the holy books of my old world but was a version of this world. It’s also similar to mine in its appearance but mine contains more information and is also my weapon. But they are protected by a miracle which makes it unable to change them or to make false copies of them.
And then, while thinking about the book, an idea crossed my mind.
“Eden! I name it Eden!!”
It was perfect. May simple but perfect. After all my book also was known as ‘treasure of Eden’. Naming my group, our religion, after the place where everything began just felt right.
“Then my follower would be the ‘Children of Eden’.”
With that I instantly rushed out of my room and gathered all my children, even the new ones and told them their religions name and their name.
Of course, it was no different from the other three holy religions of my previous world, but it is far smaller than them.
Which if I think about it makes me feel like I’m a cult leader…
But I think anyone started like that, hopefully.
However, my children seemed to be pretty happy about their new name and even began to cry while the new people now seemed more interested than before.
But since that was everything, I had to say. I just send them away again.
Now when I think about it. I should maybe take a look outside the mountains and try to expand my territory and most importantly create my own army.
I’m not a fool. In this world I have to be an active strong force and be able to protect my children and destroy the evil of this world and I can’t do that if I refuse to fight.
That was the reason why God sent me, the ‘True Saint’, in the first place. He knew that this world can’t be saved in a peaceful way. This world is the main stage of existence, angels, demons all kind of beings exist here and make a peaceful world impossible.
This world is far more violent than my old and I have to adapt to this world, like the religions back in my world. I either adapt and bring balance or die meaningless as pacifist. Thats the only two choices I have and can think of. And I will without hesitation take the first one, like the religions back in my world, and bring balance to this dying world.
***
It took a little to persuade them, especially Ranni, but I managed it to convince them that I had to go. But they insisted that I would need some guards. Which led us to my current situation.
“Where the hell did you get guns AND a car?!”
“We were empowered by your words, Father, which encouraged us and allowed us to build this”
Well, it looks like an old truck back in the old days but what fuels it?
With that thought I asked them what they used to power it, and they showed it to me.
“We use the oil of the holy seed to power the engine which then moves the wheels forward. Inside a fine mist of oil gets sprayed into the cylinders which creates a controlled explosion. This then powers the car.”
“I see, I’m proud of you, my children.”
The six-man smiled as if they had been redeemed. They then looked at me with sparkling eyes.
“We will become even better and make you even prouder than now!”
“Yeah, yeah. I believe in you, my Children.” I mumbled as I went inside the car with them finally starting our little journey.
On the way my Children told me of the outside world. How it was filled with death, violence and hatred. It was really sad to hear those things especially as Saint. But my children have faith in me, that I free this world and protect them. That gives me power, literally.
On the rest of the way I just read in my holy book.
It had all information about anything in existence, but to get to all information I had to reach a special level. As for now I just could read about the start of existence and how it was created. Which many people would kill for probably…
It wasn’t that different from the books of my old world, but it possessed all information of what happened. It is information only I have access to, and which also were only meant for me.
“Father. We arrived.”, One of my guards said
“Hm. Oh, thank you my child.”
I rolled the window down and looked outside seeing a giant city surrounded by Golden walls.
“So, this is the Rugia Kingdom, ‘The City of Wealth’. This will be interesting.”
“What do you mean, Father?”
“Money has always been a strong element of society. This means this city will be filled with Greed, envy and pride.”
“Should we turn back home?”
“No. Its only normal for such a land to be like this. It’s my duty to change that as much as possible but…”
Somehow, I have a bad feeling about this city.
“Is something wrong?”
“Everything’s alright.”
My children then driven inside like the others done with their horses which immediately caused the guards to surround us.
“What is that! Come out and reveal yourselves!”
“Father what should we do?”
“We step out of course.”
I didn’t want to cause a ruckus or waste any time but that was only the unimportant reasons.
In truth I wanted to ‘talk’ to these knights.
And with that in mind I stepped out of the truck.
“Put your hand up!”
“Calm down my child.”
I knew it would work. My holy presence not only calmed people down their felt loved in my presence and would be easier to talk to.
“I know you how you feel. It must’ve been painful to see all those things. But I’m here to guide you, to save you, not to harm you.”
But then a man stepped in.
“Guide? Hah! How much costs that? How much is it worth? How much money will it bring me.”
“None of that. It will bring you Salvation.”
“Salvation? I get that by making money.”
It was sad…
I could literally see his sins coming out of him. Greed, envy, Pride. All of them have already became part of his personality and corrupted him.
The knights on the other hand were different. Their eyes looked scared, they had no hope, no trust, no love.
“I will not reject you. No matter when or where. No matter why or from where. I will always welcome you with open arms and hear you out.”
With that said I raised my arms and led the knights cuff me, bringing me to the prison.
I wasn’t angry I knew they had no choice. But my children weren’t as calm as me and would’ve started a fight if I hadn’t stopped them.
“Don’t worry my children. I will soon be back.”
With that I followed the knights to the prison.
I could see their gazes. How they hated themselves for what they did and doing. It was painful to watch. Seeing how they were forced to do something they don’t wanted to do.
“Don’t hate yourselves my children. You have no choice.”
I knew these words wouldn’t do much now. But they will later.
Once we arrived at the prison the knights put me inside a giant cell. It was filled with Orcs, around hundred, which were tortured and left with open wounds.
By that sight I remembered that I read a book in my church about them. Beings which were banished in every land they set foot in. Beings which cursed with uncontrollable strength, Beings bigger than even the biggest men. Beings which were feared and mocked for being dumb and primitive like animals.
But none of that were true.
What I saw were beings blessed with strength to protect their loved ones. Beings which were blessed with a natural combat instinct to provide for their families. They were just misunderstood by the world.
As soon as I entered, they stopped talking. All of them looked at me. I could feel they anger, their bloodlust. But I could also feel their fear. They were no different from the knights standing outside. They just looked different.
But no matter how strong their anger seemed to be they soon went back to a person at the end of the room.
And right then I understood why God sent me.
