Chapter 25: Did God Really Choose You?

The nights of the Prehistoric Era were exceptionally dark and quiet.

The night was always dangerous, but with fire, it was different—it was like sleeping inside a primitive giant egg, surrounded by thin eggshells, with the crackling sounds and brightness of the flames driving away the wild beasts attempting to encroach upon the people of Logos.

Sapo King was deep in sleep.

He was the world's first rational ape-man, and also the world's first king.

What would a prehistoric king, in the twilight of his era, dream about?

In this regard, Sapo was undoubtedly a pioneer.

Sapo had a lucid dream.

Everything in the dream was exceedingly clear, as if it were an accurate and explicit prophecy.

Sapo looked around and found himself standing outside a palace.

He looked up—the palace nearby was both familiar and strange, as if it were his palace, yet not his palace, but rather, in another kingdom.

Because that palace was far more magnificent and splendid than the king's palace, polished white ivory decorated along both sides of the grand stairs, exotic flowers and plants surrounded the palace, and various murals were carved on the walls; his gaze slowly moved upward, vaguely seeing the open stone gate within which stood the King's Throne.

"God, what a beautiful palace."

Sapo King looked up at the palace and involuntarily exclaimed.

He tried to lift his foot, wanting to approach the splendid prehistoric palace.

But as he stepped forward, an unprecedented feeling of weakness overwhelmed him.

Sapo King looked down...

He was shocked to find that he had aged terribly without knowing when, his clothes were tattered, utterly downcast.

It seemed as if he would die of old age soon.

Even though it was a dream, Sapo King still couldn't believe any of this.

Death, climbing along the vine of aging, had unknowingly come so close to him.

Sapo King gritted his teeth, tensed his muscles, and dragged his limbs with the stubbornness of a king, struggling to ascend the long stairs.

He wanted to see who could sit in such a magnificent palace.

Was it himself, or his descendants?

Sapo King climbed the stairs step by step, straining toward the palace door only to catch a glimpse of the figure upon the King's Throne.

He gasped for air, ignoring the protest of his aging body in the dream, still climbing.

Finally, Sapo stood before the great door of the palace.

He looked incredulously at everything inside the palace.

On the King's Throne above sat neither himself nor his descendants.

It was Prophet Al's eldest son, Yarlessto.

Yarlessto sat on the King's Throne with a solemn and majestic demeanor, as if he could make decrees at any moment, deciding the direction of the entire kingdom.

Sapo looked astonished at the scene before him.

Suddenly, in this dream, a sudden force compelled Sapo King to look behind.

Sapo King turned around, and the surrounding palace suddenly vanished; a mural unexpectedly appeared before him.

The mural depicted two figures.

One was Sapo himself, and the other was his brother.

The mural depicted a clear event:

The king and the prophet had erupted in conflict, and this conflict soon reached its conclusion.

The figure of Sapo had collapsed while the figure of Prophet Al had risen; in this fraternal struggle, the prophet had triumphed.

Sapo King incredulously viewed everything on the mural.

He felt fear; he was panicked.

It was the figure of Al that had risen, and not his own; it was Al's offspring who had gained the throne, and not his own...

In the nightmare, Sapo screamed and woke up frightfully.

Sapo opened his eyes, and darkness came from all directions, tightly enveloping him.

He felt the surrounding darkness was so thick, damp, almost like some sort of Chaos.

Sapo King panted heavily, his nightmare not only awakening him but also alarming the guards who kept watch for the king at night.

The guards rushed into the room, looking at Sapo King with both concern and fear.

Even Sapo King's eldest son soon burst into the room.

Sapo King raised his face and stood up from the bed. He looked towards his eldest son, his own heir to the throne. At that moment, the son's face was written with sheer terror.

The King couldn't help but compare him to Yarlessto in his dream.

After this, Sapo King felt disgusted by his eldest son's weakness.

"Is it raining in Logos?"

Sapo King slowly approached his son, asking coldly.

The eldest son was taken aback and turned his head to look outside.

Just as his father had said, the sky at the moment was densely clouded, with fine rain drifting through it, ready to pour down at any moment.

"Yes, Father King, it is raining."

The eldest son replied.

Sapo King pushed his eldest son away.

The eldest son, pushed abruptly, lost his balance, fell to the ground, and let out a muffled groan of pain.

This deepened the impression of weakness in Sapo King's heart.

The surrounding guards wanted to step forward to help the eldest son, but with one glance from Sapo King, an invisible deterrence stopped the guards in their tracks.

The eldest son clumsily got up from the ground.

"Follow me."

Sapo King commanded coldly.

"King, where are you going?"

The eldest son looked bewildered as he watched his father stride outside,

"It's raining in Logos!"

Without a word, the lonely figure of Sapo King slowly walked into the chaotic drizzle.

The eldest son bit his teeth, bypassed the other guards, and followed his father.

Sapo King stood on the land of the Kingdom.

The fine rain was pervasive; the howling wind surged through the trees, frantically knocking bits of bark loose. Leaves blown by the wind danced wildly, striking heavily on the ground.

A downpour was drawing closer to the Kingdom.

The eldest son stood behind his father, not understanding what Sapo was thinking, nor understanding why his father wanted to walk into the rain.

Sapo King quietly looked straight ahead, his gaze firm and imposing.

The eldest son felt an intangible deterrence emanating from Sapo King, a deterrence he could not even begin to match.

"My eldest son,"

"I am your King, the very first King in the world."

The eldest son was stunned. If it weren't for Sapo calling him just now, he might have thought his father was talking to himself.

He was somewhat uneasy with the deterrence emanating from his father.

"Do you know how the people of Logos gained their rationality?"

Sapo King asked.

The eldest son looked at his father's back.

"I know, one day, God suddenly appeared, and Father King was the first to gain rationality."

Sapo King nodded slightly.

"I want to tell you, my eldest son"

"The one called the Prophet, is the chosen one."

"And I, your King, was the first to receive language, am I not also the chosen one?"

As the authoritative and solemn words fell, the eldest son became inexplicably panicked, and even started fumbling.

"What are you afraid of, what are you panicking about?"

Sapo King scolded fiercely.

The eldest son trembled all over and finally managed, with difficulty, to express the cause of his panic:

"King,"

"Did God really choose you?"