Novel Full Chapter 146 - Light
Chapter 146: Light
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
As the saying goes: if the name is not right, then the words are not right. If the words are not right, then nothing can be done!
The importance of ideology can be seen clearly.
A powerful organization must have an ideology that matches it, and ideology in turn drives the development of the organization.
To take an obvious example, the reason why a large country on Blue Star was able to catch up with hundreds of countries in just a few decades and stand out was that it even caused the largest superpower to be terrified. A large part of the reason was that it had a strong ideology.
This ideology, which was absolutely just and everyone yearned for, brought greater hope and stronger faith to its citizens, allowing them to have greater patience. Even when faced with class differentiation, the gap between the rich and the poor, and other factors, they could temporarily forget about it. They could concentrate on development and construction.
A simple explanation was that there was hope. No matter how hard it was, it was worth it.
On the other hand, other countries were holding back and their citizens’ actions were weak largely because without hope, their classes could not be crossed…
It was too far-fetched…
In short, a more outstanding ideology could bring a stronger impetus for development and create more surplus value. Further extension would mean that Heath would be able to obtain more resources.
Then, which ideology should he adopt?
The ideology of a certain big country on Blue Star was the first to be excluded by him!
The reason was firstly the issue of the times. Everything had to consider the course of history. This was still an era of semi-slavery and semi-feudalism. How could he possibly play with such a high-end ideology? At least, Heath did not have any ideas to start with…
Even if he did, he could not use it.
After all, this ideology could not be harvested. Even if he harvested now, he would eventually have to return it. With fairness as the ultimate goal, no matter how tortuous the process was, in the end, he would only obtain fairness.
He just wanted to be a chive cutter. If he played until fairness was achieved, why would he still be a chive cutter…
It was still the same saying. Heath was not a person of this world. He was not even human… He had no sense of national mission, historical responsibility, or anything like that. He had no reason, ability, and even less interest in the well-being, development, and future of this world’s ‘otherworldlings.’
Moreover, the people here did not necessarily welcome him to meddle in other people’s business. Everyone was equal… if the noble grandfather did not say anything, the old farmer would pick up the dung fork and fight with him to the death…
Perhaps one day, he would suddenly realize that if he wanted to be a saint, a great man, and a messenger of fire from another world, he would have to wait until that day.
Other than the route of a certain great nation, the next was the rice route, which was also the universal ideology of Blue Star.
This was actually the most suitable and the one that Heath wanted to adopt the most.
After all, the rice route of desire to promote development was the best way to stimulate human potential and the best way to increase the growth of leeks. As long as they harvested the leeks regularly and did not let them eat all the nutrients, causing other leeks to be unable to grow… There was usually no problem.
Didn’t you see that a great country created martial arts on its own?
But at the same time, this was also not allowed by the course of history, so he could only give up helplessly.
What was left were feudalism and slavery.
There was no need to think about slavery. The mobility was weak, the productivity was backward, the leeks grew slowly until they died, and they had to bear the name of reversing the course of history. Even a sane Wizard would not do this.
So, in the end, only feudalism was left?
Yes, but not entirely.
“Coo-coo!” At this moment, a coo-coo sound was heard.
Two white feathers fell from the sky. A white pigeon flew out of nowhere and hovered on the windowsill.
Heath raised his right hand and gently hooked it in that direction.
The invisible Wizard’s Hand instantly released and firmly wrapped around the white pigeon. It grabbed it and flew towards Heath, and soon landed in his hand.
He stood up with the pigeon in his arms and walked slowly to the window.
Standing in front of the cross-shaped window, he looked into the distance.
There was a small square over there, and beside the small square stood a stone building made of large bricks. It was supported by tall and big stone pillars. It looked like a temple used for sacrifices.
In fact, this was also the case. This was a very common sight in the human countries —
A temple!
Heath’s gaze lingered on the temple for a moment before he released the pigeon in his hand.
Padah padah!
The pigeon flapped its wings and soared into the sky. The bright sunlight shone on the pure white feathers.
Heath turned his head.
He said to Tiffany, who was in front of the table, “You can put the matter of the new king aside for now. Help me get Spencer and the others, as well as scholars and craftsmen. In short, call all of them here. I have something to announce.”
…
A while later, in the Palace Hall.
Hundreds of people were already standing in the splendid palace hall.
These people had recently accepted the invitation of the palace and joined Heath, from the nobles, to Knights, to scholars, to craftsmen, and so on.
The nobles and Knights stood at the front, followed by the scholars, and then the craftsmen. Everyone stood according to their social class and talked to each other according to their circle. There was a clear distinction between them, and there was a clear line between them.
Da! Da! Da! Footsteps sounded.
Heath came from the corridor next to them.
At this moment, he was obviously different from before. He was wearing a pure white robe and a ceremonial crown on his head.
The sun shone through the high cross-shaped window on his body. Under the sunlight, his entire person exuded an indescribable holy feeling, making people feel an urge to worship him.
At this moment, everyone inexplicably thought —
Divine might!
The nobles in the front row puffed out their chests. Regardless of whether this god was a god or a Wizard, according to the myths of this world, nobles were the children of gods and Wizards. They all had the blood of gods and Wizards flowing in their bodies.
The commoners subconsciously prostrated themselves on the ground, reporting to the gods in front of them with the highest etiquette, hoping to gain the gods’ mercy and favor through their own respect, and obtain the gods’ protection.
Under everyone’s gaze, Heath arrived at the front of the hall.
His gaze swept across the crowd below, and then fell on a craftsman. “Has the sculpture sample I asked for come out?”
After entering Caleru City, Heath decided to erect a statue of the God of Light in front of the temple.
The craftsman quickly walked out and said in awe, “Yes, Lord God of Light.”
After saying that, he bent down and held a one-foot-long small sculpture in his hands. He walked forward and handed it to a noble in front of him.
The noble used the same method to carry the sculpture toward Heath.
Heath took it over and took a look.
This was a sculpture of a human figure. The sculpture was of him. His expression was vivid, and his movements were exquisite. It was as if he was alive.
Other than the expression of compassion and benevolence that did not fit his style, everything else was the same.
Heath nodded and said, “The statue is very good. I am very satisfied, but there is a small problem.”
As he said that, he extended his thumb and gently wiped the statue’s face, directly erasing the entire face of the statue.
He then handed the statue back and said, “The statue will be built in this way. From now on, the murals, oil paintings, and all the images of the God of Light will be the same.”
Everyone in the hall was confused.
A noble asked, “Sir, why don’t you tell the world about your image?”
Heath shook his head. “This is the God of Light, not me.”
Everyone looked even more confused.
Then, Heath opened his mouth to explain. At the same time, he officially began to erect his ideology.
He said, “The purpose of calling everyone here today is precisely for this.”
“Before this, everyone has always thought that I am the God of Light. But what I need to tell you today is that your understanding is wrong. I am not the God of Light himself. I am just a missionary of God.”
“Everything, saving children, punishing sins, and even restoring order, these are all done by the God of Light through my hands.”
Under everyone’s shocked gazes, Heath finally said, “In addition, my God is not called the God of Light.”
“Please remember his true name.”
Bathed in the sunlight, Heath softly uttered a noun. “Light.”
“His name is Light!”
…
Wizard World, New Calendar, Year 1272, summer.
The God of Light was openly active in the Wizard World for the first time, and he used the mouth of the missionary Heath to announce his name to the world.
In the autumn of the same year, the Church of Light was officially established..