I Have a God Simulator

Prophet Yaoshao looked up.

High in the boundless azure sky, a terrifying rain of fireballs descended from beyond, carrying the wrath of Divine Power, forcing the black Dark Sun to bow before the onslaught.

At this moment, a Miracle overcame a cataclysm, and Divine Power resounded through the heavens.

The source of sin and disaster that had spawned countless monsters over the past thirty years, making the entire world tremble in fear, the black Dark Sun secretly worshipped by so many, seemed utterly insignificant at this moment.

At the center of the flames and explosions, the Dark Sun plummeted from the sky and sank into the ocean.

The scene unfolding in the sky left the citizens of Yao City utterly dumbstruck.

Yaoshao’s lips parted. In a low, devout voice, she said, "The God has made the sun set."

Everyone instantly erupted into a frenzied celebration, their hearts surging with emotion.

"The God, the God!"

"The invincible Yao God!"

"Praise to you, great God! Yao God is the one true Sun and the one true God!"

"The Dark Sun has sunk! Hahaha, what a glorious sight!"

"Even the Dark Sun must submit to Yao God!"

"There is only one Creator in the world, and that is Yao God!"

On the steps of the Divine Hall, Yaoshao looked out at the countless frenzied people.

She struck her wooden walking stick on the ground, and the copper rings on its head went CLANG CLANG.

Yaoshao had gotten the idea from the Prophet next door, Doron Nunu. A walking stick could assist with movement and serve as a symbol, and with a minor modification, it could also be used as a noisemaker.

The crisp sound of the colliding rings immediately quieted the nearby citizens. This silence spread rapidly like ripples in water, causing everyone to look toward the Prophet on the Divine Hall steps.

Yaoshao’s gaze swept over everyone. She did not speak, and no one dared to.

The Prophetess said with authority, "Divine Power cannot be defied."

"Even the Sun must operate according to the will of Yao God."

"The great Yao God has returned to His faithful world."

"Citizens, this is an incredibly important day. This is a holy and sublime moment."

"As followers and servants, we cannot witness the God’s great form with our own eyes, but we can at least firmly commit this day to memory."

"Please, remember this moment. Remember this glory, remember the God’s power, and remember our pride and humility as followers and witnesses."

"Let us use rituals and festivals to celebrate and commemorate this day!"

Yaoshao said slowly, "Today shall be known as the time of the Sunset!"

"Sunset! Sunset!"

"Festival of the Sunset! Festival of the Sunset!"

"Divine Power descends, the time of the Sunset!"

The citizens immediately knelt one by one and began to pray and worship.

...

In Yan City, Doron Nunu stood on a high platform. Pointing to the sky with a hand covered in gems and Gold, he excitedly announced, "This is the power of a God!"

"The God is Taming the Sun!"

"This is the will of Yao God, the great Creator’s punishment for the Sun."

"When the God is angry, the Sun falls into the sea."

"Today, the God has given us guidance! Apart from the gods listed in the Divine Hall of Lord Yao God, all others are Pseudo-Gods!"

For years, Doron Nunu had always spoken with an islander’s accent, and his vocabulary could not match the refined dignity of the Prophet next door. However, this Chieftain-Prophet was far more passionate, and his speech was simple and easy to understand.

"Citizens!"

"Listen to me."

"The God has put a bridle on the Sun, just like how we once tamed wild horses!"

The old Prophet excitedly waved his golden staff, his voice rising and falling with a powerful cadence, as if he were taming the sun alongside the God.

"This is a remarkable day! We must record it and pass it down to future generations, so our descendants will know."

"To celebrate the Miracle of the God Taming the sun, everyone, bring out the wine and let’s drink!"

As he spoke, the old Prophet raised a Pottery Jar handed to him by someone nearby and took a large swig, leading the way.

Beside him, the old mayor, Shang Li, couldn’t help but whisper a reminder, "Perhaps you should drink a little less."

"It’s fine, it’s fine! Today is a day the God has displayed His Divine Power. Although I am the White God Prophet, I am also a servant of Lord Yao God’s Divine Hall... How could I not drink a little extra!"

The elderly Prophet happily guzzled his wine.

He waved his golden staff. "Everyone, celebrate! Dance! Sing! This moment belongs to Yao God, and it also belongs to us, His Believers! Let us offer our Joy and hymns of praise to the great Yao God!"

The old Prophet was the first to start dancing, gripping his golden staff with both hands and wiggling. The colorful feathered cloak on his back swayed with his movements, his posture surprisingly agile.

Seeing this, the citizens roared with laughter and joined in, singing, dancing, drinking, and celebrating.

After enduring a brief era of slavery and destructive turmoil, this city, poised for reconstruction, regained its former vitality at the moment the sun fell.

The old mayor, Shang Li, also tried to dance a little, but compared to the old Prophet’s silky-smooth footwork, he looked stiff and clumsy. He even threw out his back by accident.

Shang Li grimaced, shuffling to the side with one hand on his cane and the other on his lower back, simultaneously in pain and full of joy.

Everyone in Yan City was celebrating boisterously.

Shang Li’s gaze shifted toward the Monument.

’Old friend, are you doing well in the Ghost City? You must be celebrating right now, too.’

’It won’t be long before we meet again.’

’When that time comes, you’ll definitely laugh at this old man, won’t you?’

...

「In the south of the continent.」

In Ghost City Sanilori, Mayor Chapman was discussing the details of a cooperation plan with the Fireplace Race.

If he wanted to, Chapman could have easily taken advantage of this group of Dwarves who didn’t understand much of anything, running circles around them. However, considering their future long-term cooperation, it was necessary to be open and transparent to guarantee the interests of both parties as much as possible.

Explaining things simply and accurately to the Dwarves was a mentally taxing chore.

The Dwarves, who already faced a language barrier, looked utterly bewildered.

Just as Chapman was wiping away his sweat and preparing to explain it all again, an unprecedented, violent roar suddenly echoed from the sky.

He looked up and saw the scene that was being witnessed across the world.

The black sun, bombarded by countless flaming meteorites, sank into the ocean.

The once-unbeatable Dark Sun had been publicly punished by the God, struck right out of the sky.

Even in the usually peaceful Saniluo City, the Ghost residents were ecstatic, shouting the name of Yao God and praising the God’s might and power.

The Sand Worms that had come to the city for work witnessed the Sunset and began to tremble, desperately trying to burrow into the ground. The Ghosts could only come over to pat them gently and offer comfort.

"It’s alright. The God is dealing with the Sun, not you."

"This is a city under the God’s protection. Don’t be afraid. You are citizens of Saniluo, too."

"There, there, it’s okay."

"Did you do something blasphemous? If not, what’s there to be afraid of?"

"If you’re really scared, go worship outside the Divine Hall. Lord Yao God is very merciful. As long as you worship Him, He will bless you."

The Dwarves also watched, their hearts stirring with excitement.

They couldn’t understand much of what Mayor Chapman was saying, but they understood the scene in the sky at a single glance.

That black sun had been plucked from the sky by another power far superior to it and tossed into the sea.

’As expected of the God followed by the Undying Knight!’

In a nearby corner, three Dwarves huddled together.

"Has everyone decided?"

"Let’s do it!"

"The first adventurer group in the history of the Fireplace Race is founded today."

"Members include... me, Gao Youzhuang."

"Weii Ermeng!"

"And Huoo Shaoyun!"

"[High Furnace Wonders], assemble!"

The two male Dwarves raised their hammers to the left and right as if striking an anvil, while the female Dwarf stood in the center, resting both hands on her hammer. The Dwarf Adventurer Group’s pose was locked in.

"Our first adventure’s objective is... where is it?"

Gao Youzhuang suggested, "Let’s go see the Sun! Where the black sun was shot down! To the sea, to the west!"

"Yeah!"

"[High Furnace Wonders], objective: the west!"

...

「On the deck of a galley in the middle of the sea.」

All the sailors had their heads craned back, watching the distant fall of the black sun. They threw their towels and hats in the air, cheering loudly and cursing the sun.

Without the Dark Sun, the monsters of the sea would also become much quieter.

Copper Hammer swung his copper hammer, knocking a Cannibal Crab that was trying to climb aboard back into the sea.

He looked in the direction of the Dark Sun Fall and prayed silently in his heart.

’Lord Yao God.’

’May Your Divine Power forever grace the mortal world and dispel all darkness.’

"You’re amazing! Sir, those Cannibal Crabs are tough monsters."

A young man approached him. "I heard the sailors say that in the Southern Forest there’s a Fairy as rich as a kingdom. Whoever marries her can have all her wealth. Are you also going to find the Fairy?"

"No, I have a wife."

Copper Hammer said, "I’m looking for Slave Traders. Do you have any news of them?"

The other man was surprised. "Weren’t they all killed?"

"They’re everywhere, like bugs."

Copper Hammer said softly, "Have you ever seen a place without bugs?"

The man thought about it seriously. "The Black Volcano, north of Yao City on the Western Continent. It’s very hot on the volcano; there are no bugs there."

Copper Hammer was taken aback for a moment. "You’re right. What’s your name?"

"Qubiluo’er, sir."

The young man flashed a set of white teeth. "I am a Scholar, on a pilgrimage."