Chapter 394: Island Nation
Suddenly hearing this, York raised an eyebrow but did not respond directly, instead asking seriously,
"What did you feel just now?"
Alesia thought carefully before replying crisply,
"It disappeared, it was terrifying."
York chuckled, not surprised by Alesia's straightforward and innocent response, although it was about a deity revered by the Native Americans. From the moment of its conscious birth, it was somewhat similar to a human child, though there were fundamental differences.
Due to Alesia's words, York felt a bit uneasy.
Was this what happened when his powers leaked or when he entered a particulate state?
But this bit of unease quickly dissipated, as the spirit was far more important than these irrelevant matters.
Seizing the moment, York asked again,
"Alesia, how do you create the outer world? Can you tell Uncle?"
Alesia tilted her head, her actions brimming with cuteness. She frowned slightly in thought, then nodded and shook her head.
"En?"
"Uncle York, I actually don't know," Alesia said in a soft voice, looking a bit embarrassed.
"It seems that as long as I think about it, I can create exactly what I'm thinking of."
This explanation was indeed powerful, and York did not know how to respond.
But he thought about it seriously.
In this parallel world, there were gods and demons, though the individual births of gods and demons could vary, like Alesia's birth from the endless source of faith, which he had neither heard of nor seen before.
According to Alesia, there was Silent Hill first, then her, Silent Hill could be considered her body.
Then, suddenly, some Native Americans began to worship her devoutly, and she mysteriously gained some powers she never had before.
That was the pure faith.
These beliefs were formed from the most beautiful prayers of the Native Americans, but at that time, she had not yet developed a consciousness and was merely absorbing these sources of pure faith like a zombie.
Over time, as the source of faith grew larger and influenced by those beautiful prayers, she began to develop some consciousness.
Eventually, when the Native Americans were invaded and many dark events unfolded,
The prayers of the Native Americans grew stronger, and Alesia was suddenly born under these circumstances, but during that dark period, these prayers began to sour, so some of the pure sources of faith turned into something else.
From the source of pure faith, the newly born Alesia instinctively disliked this dark force and began to divide it, continuing up to now.
All these things made York think of the novels about becoming a god he had read in his previous life.
In those novels, the path to becoming a god was linked to the power of faith.
"Godhood through faith," the phrase popped into York's mind because of Alesia.
As for why he thought of this, it was because of his Decay World, York was certain that he could control the faith of the Decay World.
The faith of the whole world, which was much larger than that of Alesia.
Moreover, because it was a period of peaceful and rapid development, with the church guiding goodness, this power of faith was incredibly pure.
"Could I..."
But the moment this thought arose, York dismissed it immediately.
According to the previous life's theory of godhood through faith, once the faith diminishes, the power would also rapidly decline.
Just as Alesia had said, she was not at her peak now, and the Dark Alesia, who controlled the source of darkness, was much stronger than her.
Wouldn't that mean, when there are no followers or faith power left, he would be powerless?
"Never rely on anyone else." York firmly resolved, understanding even more deeply.
"Only what's yours is truly yours."
"Uncle York, what are you thinking about?"
With the sound of a child's voice, York looked over, and Alesia was waving her little hand in front of him.
York smiled, "Nothing much, Alesia, can you show Uncle how you do it?"
Perhaps because she could help him, Alesia immediately got excited like a little child and vigorously nodded.
"Look, Uncle York."
Alesia stretched out her small hand, opening her palm.
York nodded in response.
"I'm thinking of a paintbrush right now," Alesia said. "And then I can create it."
The next second, under his witness, strong mental power fluctuations appeared in Alesia's hand.
Before long, he saw a paintbrush gradually form from beginning to end, finally appearing in Alesia's palm.
York casually took it, feeling it closely. This paintbrush felt just like those in the outer world, but York could tell that this brush could be used just like those in the real world, still usable by people.
The corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily; this kind of thing, he really had some trouble figuring out.
Aside from mental power, what exactly did it include? Was it the power of faith,
or was it an authority unique to Alesia? He really couldn't tell, after all, Silent Hill was a physical thing, as well as Alesia's body.
"Never mind, better focus on understanding my own powers."
York shook his head internally, realizing that although he too could manifest objects with mental power, he couldn't create this tangible feeling.
Thinking it over, it might be related to the power of faith, but he didn't want to incorporate this power into himself, which probably meant he couldn't learn Alesia's method and had to follow his own pre-determined path.
That was to use science and physics to create his own world and his people.
"However, this trip wasn't without insights and revelations," York looked at Alesia, returning the paintbrush to her.
"Uncle York, did I not help you?" Alesia visibly looked dejected, seemingly sensing the situation.
"Not at all, you helped Uncle a lot, and I'm very happy, Alesia." York smiled and gently patted the now smiling Alesia's head, saying warmly.
"Thank you, Alesia."
"Hehe," Alesia giggled, her eyes twinkling like stars.
Meanwhile, in the completely ocean-covered, tsunami-prone island nation.
In a village long abandoned by its residents, a woman in a black business suit walked through the dense fog, her demeanor sharp and decisive.
Her features were cold and refined, revealing determination and wisdom, with bright, sharp eyes showing intelligence and capability, a straight nose and elegant lips displaying her resolve and decisiveness, and a clear jawline indicating a strong and confident personality.
Significantly, in this fog-shrouded, hard-to-see village, this woman was still wearing a pair of black sunglasses, making her appearance quite unusual.
"Recent events are increasing," the woman paused at the village's entrance, slowly removing her sunglasses.
When she took off the sunglasses, a very noticeable scar appeared on her right eye.
Normally, such a large scar, bigger than her eye, would be devastating for any woman concerned with appearance.
But for this woman, this scar, complementing her sharp and unique demeanor, only made her look more stern and formidable.
She thought for a moment, left her suitcase where it was, and then walked into the village. As she stepped into the village, she immediately stopped, her aura of coldness intensifying.
"Such strong resentment and filth."
As the environment seemed to turn a faint red, the woman murmured to herself.
She watched the dense fog in the sky begin to change, rapidly gathering. She clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and quickly formed a hand seal.
As the faint red fog rushed towards her, she chanted under her breath, her spiritual power erupting instantly.
"From the high heavens, the noble gods gather. Grant us your blessings, O mighty gods of the Sun Goddess and the Gods of Creation.
All the myriad gods assemble, bestow upon us your grace, for the descendant of the heavenly emperor, bless our lands with your divine essence."
This was the incantation of the Great Purification, used to dispel impurities, which when combined with spiritual power, could exert tremendous purifying effects.
After the woman chanted, the enormous spiritual power emanating from her, mixed with the purifying effects of the Great Purification, slammed directly into the gathered fog in front of her.
In an instant, there was a booming sound.
The burst of spiritual power instantly dispersed the fog enveloping the village, and the woman's chanting began to show its power.
"May the divine spirits of the land vibrate with energy and cleanse our nation, let the roots of our troubles be uprooted and our foundations fortified!"
...
The purification spread rapidly across the village, forcibly cleansing any hidden filth.
The chanting continued, though softly, it echoed throughout the small village, causing the ground to emit unpleasant fumes.
Soon, amidst this, a faint scream could be heard.
In a moment, calm was restored, and the small village, once covered in dense fog, now returned to its original state, with sunlight shining down, adding a touch of warmth.
The woman then opened her eyes, her cold gaze sweeping around before putting her sunglasses back on and turning to leave.
Her every move was precise and decisive, attracting attention, making her seem battle-hardened and providing a sense of security.
The woman's expression was impassive as she walked to the spot where she had left her suitcase, glanced back at the village, then reached for the handle of her suitcase and left.
Following the path, a group of people waited for her about a hundred meters away at the crossroads.
Among them were villagers, women in suits, and police officers in uniform.
"Lady Bihga Kotoko."
As the group waited anxiously, seeing the woman appear, they crowded around her.
"Are you alright?" someone asked worriedly, more concerned for the woman's well-being than the outcome of the exorcism.
Bihga Kotoko looked at the group, still wearing her expression that kept strangers at bay, sunglasses still on. She handed her suitcase to a subordinate in a suit and said calmly,
"The filth has been removed. You should wait two days before entering."
After speaking, Bihga Kotoko continued forward, the people in front parting to make way.
Her stature was slightly taller than everyone present, creating a striking presence.
"Lady Bihga Kotoko..."
Even though people called out to her, Bihga Kotoko did not stop but continued towards the parked cars ahead.
The people in black suits hurriedly followed.
"Lady Bihga Kotoko! Thank you for coming; we are deeply grateful!"
The villagers' excited voices came from behind, but Bihga Kotoko just paused for a moment, opened the car door, sat inside, and also promptly shut it, blocking out the many gazes from outside.
"Let's go."
At this moment, the two women in suits in the car had already sat in the front seats. After nodding in acknowledgment, they immediately started the car and drove away under many watching eyes.
Thinking of something, Bihga Kotoko's breathing fluctuated slightly, and she spoke up.
"Are there any other incidents?"
The two women in the front seats looked at each other, and the woman in the passenger seat spoke first.
"Lady Bihga Kotoko, the remaining paranormal incidents have been entrusted to other mediums. You have already handled twelve paranormal incidents; please rest for a while."
Rest?
Bihga Kotoko's expression changed slightly, but she shook her head. Under the puzzled gazes of her subordinates in the front seats, she took out a device from her bosom that did not resemble a modern phone, flipped through it, and dialed a number.
After a moment, the call connected, and a calm male voice came through to Bihga Kotoko's ear.
"Hello."
Hearing this, Bihga Kotoko removed her sunglasses and said, "Bishop Pedrillo, this is Bihga Kotoko. May I ask you a question?"
"Go ahead." The voice from the phone, devoid of emotion but with a slightly eerie tone, seemed to know what Bihga Kotoko would ask.
"Recently, paranormal incidents have been increasing, and the filth is growing stronger. I would like to know, has there been any change at that place?"
As the island's strongest medium, having inherited the largest shrine and become a saint, she was entitled to know the truth of this world.
Largely, if there were any significant changes, it would be due to some alteration in the world's rifts, causing a chain reaction.
The other end of this call was located in the St. Maria Cathedral in Tokyo.
St. Maria Cathedral, built in 1961 and completed in 1964, stands on the former site of the Tokyo Christian Church, creatively designed based on Gothic architectural style.
Its main body breaks from traditional wall and ceiling designs, with curved walls rising from a slanted quadrilateral plane on the ground, converging at the top into a horizontal cruciform skylight.
From above, it resembles a Latin cross, while from below, it appears as a silver bird poised to take flight. The bell tower is separate from the main body of the church, rising 60 meters high like a silver needle piercing the sky.
In a corridor inside, an elderly man walking with a group of clergy calmly replied,
"Yes."
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