Only God-Chapter 537 - 462: Our Father... is Going to Change the World (Added 2 in 1)

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Chapter 537: Chapter 462: Our Father... is Going to Change the World (Added 2 in 1)

Hiris would occasionally listen to his believers’ prayers.

He was the God of mountains and craftsmanship, and the creator of dwarves and giants. However, his followers were not limited to just dwarves and giants.

Skilled craftsmen were not exclusive to the dwarves, as different races in the world had their own excellent craftsmen, most of whom worshipped or revered Hiris, considering him their patron deity.

It could be said, contrary to his friend, the Death God Nakbet, Hiris was one of the most beloved Divine among the people of the world.

Even though people fervently sang his praises, Hiris had not visited the Mortal World for a long time, not due to any law, but because he simply did not enjoy traveling. Since he helped Death God Nakbet construct the Netherworld, Hiris had settled down there, living with his wife and occasionally visiting Heaven to see his son, Shanon.

Having just finished his smelting work, he had been commissioned by a Divine to create jewelry for a wedding. Now, as he rested and found himself utterly bored, Hiris chose to listen to some prayers coming from the earth.

The ears of the God of mountains and craftsmanship first turned toward his dwarves, as they were his favorite race.

Inside the Great Craftsman Temple of the Dwarf Kingdom Kaelonde, the Main Priest kneeled on the ground, facing the divine statue of Hiris, offering a sincere prayer.

"Hiris, great Hiris, ruler of the craftsmen’s ten fingers, your humble servant admires you, as a mouse admires a lion."

Unlike the Three-eyed Ape People or humans, the dwarves’ prayers were generally quite simple, even carrying a certain crudeness unique to craftsmen.

Hiris liked this, as it clearly demonstrated that his creations were as straightforward as himself.

Inside the Great Craftsman Temple, it was not just the Main Priest praying, Hiris saw that, in addition to the priests, nearly a hundred craftsmen had also gathered.

"What is this? Today isn’t some festival, is it?"

Hiris was somewhat puzzled.

"Wise Hiris, you possess supreme wisdom, thank you for granting us knowledge!"

Inside the temple, a hundred or so dwarves praised in unison.

Hiris set aside these puzzles, feeling very appreciated by the dwarves’ praises.

He remembered that the last time he granted knowledge was over two thousand years ago. They really were a group of dwarves who remembered the grace they had been shown, never being ungrateful and continuing to praise the knowledge he had bestowed upon them up to now.

Hiris turned his ears, wanting to listen to other prayers.

Quickly, the gaze of the God of mountains and craftsmanship fell upon a plainly dressed craftsman, who knelt on the ground with a hammer held high, offering Hiris his sincere prayers.

"Oh, great Hiris, before your furnace fire, our wisdom is but a mouse in a burrow.

The machines you create are so exquisitely beautiful, and their structures so ingeniously intricate, that even if we spend our entire lives, we cannot master them."

Listening to this prayer, Hiris couldn’t help but feel it was a bit exaggerated. What was going on? Hadn’t the dwarves already mastered the knowledge he imparted two thousand years ago? Why such flattery?

This view embarrassed Hiris a bit.

Because... in his mind, there was truly no knowledge that the dwarves couldn’t master in their lifetime.

"Since when did dwarves become so slick-tongued?"

Hiris scratched his head and said.

He continued listening to the prayers.

It was the prayer of an old master craftsman,

"Hiris, your knowledge is like the vast ocean, please grant it to me, send down a book, just like the book you sent before.

The Mechanical Book, a great holy artifact, please grant us another! For your endless wisdom, it is merely a scoop from the ocean."

Hiris was somewhat bewildered.

The Mechanical Book? What was that?

Am I really that amazing? Can I grant you something that doesn’t exist?

He didn’t understand. The master craftsman’s prayer was odd, the mention of the "Mechanical Book"—was that some kind of metaphor?

He absolutely did not have any "Mechanical Book"!

The God of mountains and craftsmanship was quite confused, his face full of bewilderment.

Speaking of which, the prayers he listened to today were all a bit strange.

Hiris thought about it; today’s prayers were all about praising his wisdom.

He did not consider himself a wise deity; what he possessed were merely superb skills as a craftsman, so he had never asked the dwarves to praise his wisdom. In the past, praises for the furnace, the hammer, and the craftsmanship were the main themes of prayers.

But today, everywhere he looked, the dwarves were praising his wisdom and even mentioned something about the "Mechanical Book."

Hiris was very puzzled, he truly didn’t understand.

Dwarves, what exactly happened?

With intense curiosity, Hiris decided to spend more time focusing on the dwarves in the coming days.

...............

You wouldn’t know if you didn’t see, but a glance could take one by surprise.

Hiris was astonished to find that the mechanical structures recently created by the dwarves far surpassed those of the past.

Whether it was precision, complexity, or innovation, they were incomparable to the dwarves of the past.

Not only that, but within the Dwarf Kingdom Kaelonde, new and creative ideas were being conceived every day.

The dwarves’ previously stagnant skills had suddenly broken through a bottleneck, and they had explosively created things like the Steam Hydraulic Forging Hammer, Steam Mining Machine, large carbide lamps, hydroelectric looms...

Each of these creations left Hiris utterly amazed.

And all of this was due to an obscure book called "The Mechanical Book".

Observing for days, Hiris finally understood why the dwarves praised their own wisdom.

Because of the "Mechanical Book," which was composed of pictures and indecipherable text, it recorded countless mechanical structures, both simple and complex. This book thoroughly inspired those talented dwarf craftsmen, who consecutively created machinery that surpassed their era.

The dwarves believed that such a complex and profound tome must be the work of the mountain and craftsman god, Hiris.

They regarded it as a holy artifact and worshipped it devoutly.

Whenever they encountered mechanical structures in the book they could not comprehend, the craftsmen would beseech Hiris for revelations, seeking divine answers.

However, no matter how they prayed, they would not receive a response from Hiris.

Because He was powerless to help.

Hiris wanted to tell them, "If I don’t understand it myself, how can I teach you?"

Though He was the god of mountains and craftsmen, He had not transcended time.

And the contents of the "Mechanical Book" mostly did not belong to their current age, filled with inscrutable text.

Being a craftsman himself, Hiris realized that this book was at least thousands of years ahead of their current era.

However, the dwarves did not consider this, attributing the "Mechanical Book" to divine wisdom rather than to descendants thousands of years ahead.

Regarding the book’s undecipherable text, the dwarf craftsmen and priests had their own interpretations, believing that these texts highlighted the profound teachings of Hiris.

"Those words do not mean to keep us from knowing, but rather, to temporarily keep us from knowing.

Hiris does so for a reason, not wanting us to understand too soon, lest we become arrogantly conceited, lose our humility, or to prevent us from undervaluing ourselves, he filled the book with drawings."

At this, Hiris couldn’t help but feel both amused and saddened.

Before hearing their prayers, He had no idea what the "Mechanical Book" even was.

It was something He had learned about from the mouths of the dwarves themselves.

The praises and laudations of the dwarves gave Hiris a complex feeling that was hard to articulate.

On one hand, as the god of mountains and craftsmen, He felt somewhat ashamed. The Mechanical Book was not of His creation, but on the other hand, enjoying unwarranted praise felt not entirely bad, quite comfortable in fact.

However, upon deeper reflection, Hiris felt more worried.

Thus, when the Death God Nakbet visited Him for certain reasons, Hiris talked about His race and the Mechanical Book.

"Listen to me, Nakbet, my dwarves have received a book that descended from above.

It recorded numerous mechanical inventions surpassing our times, and they regard it as my holy gift believing I bestowed it upon them.

Yet I never wrote any Mechanical Book, I didn’t even know what the Mechanical Book was.

The Mechanical Book was something I heard about from my own race!"

Hiris roughly explained the situation to Nakbet, growing more urgent as He spoke.

It had been a long time since He had felt so agitated.

Upon hearing this, Nakbet asked,

"So, where do you think the book came from?"

Taking a deep breath, Hiris slowly offered his speculation,

"Other than our father, I do not know who else possesses such power."

The speaker had no intentions, but the listener read between the lines.

Nakbet’s face froze, and He stared at Hiris blankly.

Catching the change, Hiris quickly inquired,

"What’s wrong?"

Nakbet countered,

"Don’t you know?

Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know. That’s why I came to you."

Hiris looked completely lost.

He had always stayed within the depths of the Netherworld, living a life indifferent to worldly affairs, almost completely disconnected from external news.

"Dream God Laren, He discovered our father and bestowed an unprecedented power upon mortal beings!"

Nakbet enunciated each word,

"This news has begun to spread and has caused quite an uproar."

Subsequently, Nakbet relayed the death of Dream God’s offspring Shangla’er and the matters concerning Kagu and the Dream God.

After listening to the whole story, Hiris was even more confounded, momentarily lost for words.

Meanwhile, Nakbet was muttering to himself.

"When the judges were judging Kagu, they learned from his own words that his power came from the divine Path, which was directly from our father.

Now, you learned about the Mechanical Book among your dwarves, which also comes from our father."

At this point, Nakbet trembled involuntarily.

At that moment, He reached a conclusion.

A conclusion that was sufficient to terrify the gods,

"Our father... is about to transform this world!"

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