Chapter 156

Coupled with the previous "creator of the universe" claim that seemed like self-boasting, under the foil of this great power, it became incomparably real.

If this universe was really created by this "God," when He re-promoted His existence to all living beings and saved civilization from danger.

Why continue to believe in those cold Aeons who are high above and do not cast their gaze on the supplicants?

"It's okay, Grandpa, you are willing to help Clara, Clara is already very grateful to you."

The red-haired, white-haired girl is like a blank sheet of paper, not stained by any evil.

But running around alone, barefoot, in an abandoned town full of monsters, even a weak little white rabbit has a deeper understanding of the laws of nature.

For example, what things can be asked for help, and what things must be solved by oneself.

"God" smiled and rubbed Clara's hair:

"Come on, child, let's go help the younger sister find the older sister together."

"Mm."

Clara nodded and took the old man to search carefully in the town.

Walking on the road, Clara asked carefully:

"Grandpa, are you a member of the Foundation?"

"Yes, how did you guess it?"

"God" kept smiling, just like a grandfather bringing his granddaughter.

Clara took out a display screen from under her coat and showed it to "God":

"Clara has been using this to watch the Foundation's live stream."

"Clara learned a lot of knowledge from it, for example, everyone lives on a planet, this planet is spherical, and the big ships that can sail in space are called starships."

She tried hard to say, just like a child showing learning results to parents.

That screen was incomparably old, not only with cracks, but also with partial damage, and even the value as waste recycling was very low.

"God" smiled, raised His hand, and in front of Clara, created a brand new machine out of thin air, the same model as the tablet computers commonly used by researchers in the Foundation.

He gave this as a gift to Clara.

"This is too valuable, Clara cannot accept it."

"It's okay, this is a reward for a good child, I hope you will always be kind."

"Ah!!! I'm so jealous!!!"

"I want a latest-model tablet too. I just started working and I'm still struggling to save up for one."

"What? Your only takeaway is the new tablet?! You kid! Didn't you see the circle with three arrows on the back?! That is a piece of technology produced by the Foundation, damn it!"

"No, brothers, haven't you realized who gave it to her? That is a holy relic bestowed by "God"! And this silly kid actually doesn't want it!"

"Don't say another word. I've added a clause to my family will: five hundred years from now, go to Jarilo-VI to seize the holy relic."

"Wake up. Do you even have a girlfriend?"

"..."

On the screen, Clara—far away yet right before our eyes—actually reacted to the gift from "God" by not wanting to accept it.

This was something countless viewers could not accept.

Silly child, you cannot refuse a gift from an elder!

Furthermore, this is a holy relic bestowed by "God"; you absolutely cannot refuse it!

From a utilitarian perspective, this thing currently has more appeal than the "Head of Zaklan."

The latter, the head of a prophet, could attract a crowd of fanatics just by being displayed in a museum, let alone "God," who has truly demonstrated miracles, and the holy relics He bestows!

If Clara’s relationship with "God" were even a little closer, even if she were on Jarilo-VI in some unknown corner, people would treat her like a saint.

Clara held the gift from "God" in her hands, feeling more and more that the old man before her was incredibly mysterious, as if he carried a treasure bag on his person from which he could pull out treasures at any time.

"Thank you, Grandpa. Clara likes the gift you gave very much..."

"But, Clara still doesn't know how to address you..."

"When I return to my dwelling, I won't be able to tell Mr. Svarog everything that happened today."

Mr. Svarog could communicate and converse like a human, and he was the elder who raised Clara; to her, this robot with a cold exterior was her most important family member.

However, based on rational calculations, he had concluded that Belobog could not save itself and would eventually be destroyed by the Eternal Freeze.

Now that the Foundation's grandpa had appeared on Jarilo-VI, perhaps he could bring a turning point to the current desperate situation.

It was just unclear how Mr. Svarog would view this grandpa, whether he would be willing to communicate with him, or if he would simply shut him out, as he had done to other residents recently.

"God" smiled:

"Child, you don't need to use honorifics for me."

"As for how to address me... the followers who follow me dare not speak my name. Others call me Huazi or Brother Hua. You can call me Grandpa Hua."

As He spoke, "God's" smile changed; the wrinkles at the corners of His eyes bunched up slightly, making Him look older, yet also more amiable.

Clara learned "God's" name, though she did not understand its deeper meaning. She was still a bit shy, but she felt much braver.

She nodded solemnly and said:

"Okay, Grandpa Hua."

"Huazi, Brother Hua... How could "God" use such a frivolous name? Anyone who didn't know better would think He was a gang leader."

"This must be "God" humoring a child, specifically allowing the child to use such a form of address. If we were to address Him this way, it would be a great disrespect to Him."

"Yes, we cannot address Him that way without "God's" permission. That young girl is someone who has received "God's" grace."

On the planet saved by "God," the people were distressed about not knowing "God's" true name and how to address Him.

After much thought and discussion, they finally decided on "God's" formal title—

"He is with us."

Abbreviated as YHWH.

Also read as "Yahweh."

"God" seemed very happy. He laughed peacefully twice, then spoke:

"Through the live broadcast, the Foundation has told many histories buried by time, allowing many forgotten anomalies to reappear in the world."

"But they have been blinded by the knowledge they possess and have overlooked one point."

"—The common sense in their eyes may be incredibly strange to you."

Herta woke up with a start, then sat up straight, looking at the screen with pleasant surprise, staring at the two figures walking through the abandoned town.

The Foundation's common sense?

"God" was going to take the initiative to talk about these things?!

How many more ancient secrets would be revealed?

Herta was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to describe her current mood.

To the Foundation, knowledge called common sense might be like divine revelation to other civilizations.

This was not a difficult concept to understand. People living in the future are always accustomed to imagining traveling back to ancient times and using future common sense to transform the past.

Such stories are common in galactic popular literature.

Herta felt the excitement within her being stirred; her interest in knowledge and exploring the unknown was fully piqued, just like a child seeing the starry sky and the vast ocean for the first time.

On the Astral Express, the reaction of Welt Yang, the "Herrscher of Reason," was relatively much calmer, but his decision to leave the parlor car and immediately go to the Data Bank to record the information betrayed his thoughts.

"Grandpa Hua, can you really tell us this common sense?"

"God" raised His hand slightly, flicked His fingers at a "Voidranger" in the corner, erasing it, and then chuckled:

"Of course."

"In the Foundation, except for D-class personnel whose personalities have been wiped, everyone else is already familiar with this."

"The Foundation's Administrator is traveling far in the universe again. Given His temperament, He won't take the initiative to supplement this content, so I'll just help Him out."

As "God's" voice fell, the word "He" He used was noted by countless people.

The character "He" corresponded to divinity, and even supreme divinity.

Moreover, the one calling the Foundation's Administrator "He" was none other than "God" Himself, who had just saved a civilization and demonstrated true miracles.

Even if some held malice toward the Foundation, they had to admit that the Administrator was at least a being possessing divinity.