It was about a year ago, when the settlement had just built the church, that Zhao Yinyin began to hear the voice of an old man in her mind from time to time.0

At first she thought it was just her imagination, but later she realized it wasn’t. He not only answered her doubts, but sometimes even taught her things she had never known.2

When she was very young, her grandfather had passed away. Sometimes she felt that the old man was like her grandfather, always gentle and kind.0

Later, the old man told her that he was the chosen one, the god enshrined in that church.0

Yinyin never doubted his words. In fact, she had long suspected that his identity might be that of the chosen one.0

After all, who other than a true deity could be everywhere, all-powerful, and speak to her directly in her mind?0

From then on, she began to confide all her worries in him.0

A god would never lie, nor spread a mortal’s worries around.1

There was no one more suitable to talk to…0

As usual, Yinyin curled...0