Chapter 1: The Last Supper?

Yu Lin, my dearest friend.

Would you like to come to my dinner tonight?

With my disciples.

At noon, the sun hung high, its fierce light pouring onto the stone‑brick streets of Jerusalem, the air slightly warping from the rising heat haze.

The market's clamor had not yet subsided; vendors' cries, livestock lowing, and passersby's chatter intertwined, while the scent of dust and spices floated in the dry wind.

In the distance, the Temple's golden roof glittered in the sunlight, while nearby dwellings appeared simple and crowded.

And among the crowd,

a man stood silently, as if the surrounding clamor had nothing to do with him.

He was tall and slender, wearing a simple linen robe that fell to his ankles, with a coarse cloth belt tied around his waist.

The robe's edges showed slight wear from long labor, yet remained clean and tidy.

His skin was sun‑tanned to a light brown, his expression calm; beneath his brows lay a pair of eyes as still as lake water, gentle yet seeming able to see into one's heart.

His hair was dark brown, slightly curled, falling to his shoulders, and his beard trimmed neat and short.

Despite his plain attire, his bearing exuded an indescribable dignity—not from power, but from a presence that transcended the mundane.

He slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, extended his hand toward the young man standing opposite, and spoke softly.

The young man—Yu Lin—aside from his black hair and the clothes he wore, everything else about him was out of place with the surroundings.

He took Jesus' hand and smiled, saying:

"I'll go."

"Jesus, my dearest friend."

The slanting sunlight stretched their shadows long, casting them onto the stone pavement.

Jesus released his hand; the lingering warmth in his palm was quickly blown away by Jerusalem's dry wind.

His eyes held a gentle smile as he whispered, "When the time comes, I'll have Judas call you."

"My friend, you only need to bring a good appetite, alright?"

"Alright, you'd better prepare plenty of food, or there won't be enough for me—I won't leave any for you, hahaha."

"Hahaha, Yu Lin, you're still as humorous as ever—then I'm off, see you tonight."

After their laughter faded, Yu Lin watched Jesus turn and walk away.

That figure quickly merged with the flow of people on the street, his wide linen robe swaying gently in the wind before vanishing at the corner where light and shadow intertwined.

Returning to his lodgings,

Yu Lin lay on his bed and murmured:

"Jesus' day of suffering—has it finally come?"

In his mind there was a book, entirely snow‑white, its cover bearing the three characters "Myth Book".

The first page had already been turned, and it read:

【Steal Jesus' Corpse】

【Reward: One of Jesus' Random Traits】

【Temporary Ability: Feather Divine Valor (once)】

【Feather Divine Valor: Instantly gain Xiang Yu's full abilities for two hours (Feather Divine Valor, Unmatched Through the Ages)】

Yu Lin had transmigrated from his own world a month ago.

This book had been sealed for many years; I never expected the first task would be to steal Jesus' corpse—it can only be described as—6.

Fortunately, when they sent him here, they also crammed a bunch of information about this era and language skills into him, and threw in some silk as well.

Thanks to that, he smoothly got through the preparations and successfully infiltrated Jerusalem posing as an Eastern silk merchant.

Moreover, thanks to his unintentional act, he formed a bond with Jesus, and later became friends by sharing some later‑generation philosophical sayings and theories.

Actually, Yu Lin originally just wanted to become his disciple.

But things have turned out this way, so let's leave it as is.

Yu Lin thought.

He rose and began to pack his travel pack in an orderly manner.

He packed his extra clothes, a few pieces of pottery, and a sack of wheat; after thinking, he also stuffed all the silver coins he carried into the wheat.

He stepped out of his lodging and knocked on the neighboring wooden door.

The door was opened by a woman about twenty‑five or twenty‑six years old, named Mary.

Don't get the wrong idea—she's not the Holy Mother Mary, it's just a coincidence of names.

She had olive‑colored skin and a pair of big eyes that seemed to speak; at that moment she was wiping her wet hands with an apron.

Behind her stood a five‑ or six‑year‑old girl, tugging at her mother's hem.

"These……" Mary looked at the package in Yu Lin's hands, her brows slightly furrowed: "Yu Lin, are you getting rid of these? Or are you moving?"

"I'm heading back east for a bit to handle some business." Yu Lin handed over the package, his usual gentle smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

When he first rented the place, being unfamiliar with the area, he happened to meet them by chance.

He also received considerable help from Mary.

So later he repaid the kindness, often assisting this widow and orphan—sometimes with food, sometimes by helping patch a leaky roof........

"Like that……" Mary took the parcel, her fingertips unintentionally brushing the back of Yu Lin's hand.

She suddenly lifted her head, a flash of unusual light flickering in her brown eyes: "Will you come back?"

Yu Lin blinked, then laughed: "Of course—my silk business can't be delayed."

"The trade routes are already open, so naturally I must return."

He told that lie smoothly, after all, no one could expose him.

No one could produce Silk like his.

"Well..." Mary bit her lower lip, then suddenly stepped aside to open the doorway:

"At least let me treat you to a meal as thanks; Li Ya just baked fruit pastries."

The aroma of baked pastries and stewed vegetables wafted from inside the house.

The little girl Li Ya had already eagerly run to the low table and sat gazing longingly at the steaming clay pot, then waved at him:

"Brother, please?... Just keep me company."

"Sure." Yu Lin stepped into the little house full of life.

As Mary ladled soup for him, her ears blushed slightly, and Li Ya chattered about the camel she saw at the market today.

Yu Lin slowly chewed the fruit pastry, the sweet richness melting on his tongue.

He was not unaware of Mary's feelings.

But... after all, the two of them are not from the same world.

Outside the window, the sunset gradually sank behind the Temple Mount, gilding the stone walls of Jerusalem with a final layer of gold.

Yu Lin gazed at the changing glow on the horizon, the motion in his mouth gradually slowing.

"Yu Lin?" Mary's voice pulled him back to reality: "Your pastry... isn't finished yet."

"Ah, sorry." Yu Lin withdrew his gaze and put on a merchant's smile again:

"Just thinking about business matters."

Mary didn't say anything more, just nodded, and the atmosphere fell into silence for a moment.

Until.

Yu Lin saw a figure appear outside.

It was You Da.

He rose and said:

"Jesus invited me to his banquet today, so I'm leaving first."

"Hope we meet again by fate."

He walked out of the house.

Mary watched his back, watched him talking with You Da, watched You Da disappear into the crowd, and only after a long while did she withdraw her gaze, sighing softly:

"Ah, if only I were younger... could I go with him to the East?"

She couldn't figure it out.

On the contrary, Li Ya tugged at her sleeve:

"Mom, look, so many Silver Coin!"

【Trigger warning: joining an official organization, but no stereotypes targeting anything; the protagonist later becomes a general; also this book is purely fictional, any resemblance is coincidental.】