I am God!

Weather forecast port.

  There are also temples in the port, and naturally there are prayer machines. There are weather fortune tellers, rainy season prayer masters, divine pastors and ordinary people in the port coming and going, and they all believe in gods.

  He came to the temple wearing a raincoat and stood outside the temple for a long time before entering.

  Passing by the people coming out, he carefully took out a prayer from his raincoat and stuffed it into the prayer machine after praying.

  "I want to go to Helfas City and make it rain."

  The prayer machine kept spinning and his voice was mixed among countless voices.

  He listened carefully while kneeling to pray. He wanted to hear his own voice in the prayer machine, but that wisp of voice was completely drowned in other prayers, and he heard nothing.

  The face like a badge on the chest: "You can't hear me."

  Then the messenger added: "But God hears."

  Finally, the messenger said: "But God probably won't agree to your unnecessary request."

  No matter what the messenger said, he knelt on the ground and completed the entire prayer process, meticulously and as standard as his calculated rain process.

  Of course he understands this truth, just like every rainy season the prayer master will carefully guide the rain to its destination, but sometimes the rain still does not fall at the destination as you expected.

  But even so, you still need to complete all the preparatory work meticulously.

  He had just walked to the lobby of the Weather Forecast Port, and suddenly the entire lobby became noisy, crowds gathered, and the middle-aged birdman also appeared in the lobby.

  "what's going on?"

  "The oracle of rain has come, and the Black Pen Messenger has received it."

  "What's so strange about that."

  "The oracle this time seems to be asking people to send rain to Helfas City."

  The rainy season prayer masters talked a lot, and finally their eyes focused on the old man. Their eyes were full of surprise or respect.

  The middle-aged birdman looked at the rainy season prayer masters and spoke slowly.

  "The oracle has come, Helfas City needs rain."

  He also saw the old rainy season prayer master and felt a little embarrassed and a little incredible. He couldn't understand how the other party did it.

  He raised his head.

  Perhaps, God has really been watching their every move in the dark. He doesn't say it, but He knows everything.

  The old rainy season prayer master stood there quietly, seemingly not surprised.

  But the hand under the raincoat that always wanted to lift up and move slightly seemed to reflect his inner joy.

  The middle-aged birdman walked up to the old rainy season prayer master, and his attitude this time was much more respectful.

  "God's call, it's time for you to set off."

  "Helfas City, light rain, no limit on rain period and no limit on rainfall."
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  He was still wearing a raincoat and standing in the iron box inside the Ladder Tower.

  The person who saw him off outside was the priest he had met before. After the other party heard that he was coming, he came to see him off in person.

  The other person waved at him, and he bowed in return.

  The iron carriage rises.

  "Bang!"

  There was a roar, and before he could stand still, he immediately held on to the iron wall on the side, and then maintained this posture and followed the fast-moving iron carriage to a higher place.

  After calming down, he retracted his hand, but still stood upright in the iron box with his feet together, motionless.

  He lowered his head and looked at the ground, and suddenly spoke to his fellow messenger.

  “Develop rainfall plans and arrangements for Helfas City.”

  "Start recording now."

  "The rainfall location is Helfas City. After arriving near the target location, check the surrounding climate and humidity to find the right..."

  He discussed the details of the next rainfall with the messenger sentence by sentence. Although the oracle did not limit the rain period and amount, it did not mean that he could rain without restraint.

  He does not have the power to maintain rainfall for a long time, and has never been used to doing so. He feels that rainfall is a very cautious matter, and he has his own arrangements for every rainfall.

  He spoke bit by bit, and although he was serious, his words could not hide his excitement. Perhaps at first he never thought that he could really go to Helfas City to rain, and become the first member of his family to board the sky. city ​​people.

  The iron ladder rose higher and higher, getting closer and closer to the city.

  No matter how many things and winds and rains he has experienced, or whether he no longer cares about many things, his calm heart at this moment still becomes hopeful.

  The messenger yawned lazily, seeming a little tired, and spoke.

  "It's been documented."

  First, we passed through the clouds and passed through the fog.

  Behind, the outside light was blocked, and the iron carriage went through several turns and a long journey, seeming to pass through the bottom of the city.

  The sun reappeared, and he finally came out of the city's pier.

  There were crawlers, cargo, and boxes moving everywhere around him. He and the envoy showed their certificates while looking into the distance.

  In the distance, you can see rows of square and tall buildings, various tall and majestic buildings that are slightly rigid, and shops with various and even weird signs.

  He saw the extremely wide streets and the huge crowds of heavenly beings. Those heavenly beings who were so enviable on earth no longer seemed so surprising here.

  He saw surging rivers, low clouds, and tall fire trees.

  In addition, there are black steel furnace life workshops or other life workshops with smoke floating from the chimneys. People in this city mainly rely on these life workshops to make various goods that they and the earth need. Some people's main jobs are craftsmen and workers. This is a strange industrial city driven by dragons, black steel, and sealed objects.

  For most of the Birdman world, which is still in the era of nomadic people and feudal kingdoms, and for the people on the ground who in many places still rely on gathering wild fruits, hand-spinning woolen cloth, and hunting with bows and arrows, such a city is simply too incredible.

  Rising from the ground to the sky seems to have spanned at least a thousand years. Perhaps this can also be regarded as a time travel.

  He stood for a long time.

  It seems like I am in a dream.

  Until the people next to him asked him to leave quickly, he bowed his head and apologized and set off in a hurry.

  Then he went to the Weather Court in Helfas City to report. He could take a break, but he couldn't wait to come outside.

  He came to the main road and finally entered the "fantasy world" he had been looking at before. He stepped on the ground and found that the road surface had a metallic texture.

  If you hit it with a hammer, it will definitely make a clanging sound.

  He saw many people wearing gorgeous silk clothes, men and women. They were well-dressed, with layers of clothes, shoes and socks, various decorations on their clothes, and ribbons or iron buckles on their hats. They belonged to Another civilization.

  They have never seen rain.

  He also stood outside the glazed window of the store, looking at the products he didn't even recognize, and seeing this unknown world to him.

  He was getting to know the city in heaven, and the people in heaven were also looking at him. In this way, there seemed to be some kind of intersection between heaven and earth. Finally, he cautiously entered a public staircase and building, and climbed to the top of the building.

  Standing at a high place, he began to test the climate and humidity here. Only in this way can he prepare for the next rain. In fact, there is no need to bother in other places. The surrounding climate and humidity have basically been tested before heading to the next location. The weather The forecast port will also inform them.

  But Helfas City is different. It has never rained here, and it is relatively independent.

  "Start now and check the surrounding climate and humidity."

  After he finished testing on the tall building here, he went to the next tall building, repeating the same work every time.

  "Start now, test..."

  But unconsciously, the messenger's response began to slow down. He yawned and spoke lazily.

  "Record……"

  "Record...um...record..."

  One time later, when he completed the test and asked the other party to record it, there was no response.

  It is also a civilized machine that has been running for too long and has finally broken down.

  The messenger is dead.

  Its death had no warning, no last words, and was not grand. It ended its long and rainy life, that long eight hundred years, in silence.

  Many people walked with it during those long years, some were romantic, some were thrilling, and some were heartbroken.

  But when it ended, it was like a sudden night wind blowing through the candles, and an unexpected shower.

  Suddenly but not unexpectedly, the silence was strangely ordinary.

  The old rainy season prayer master stood on a tall building. He didn't speak and couldn't find anyone to talk to. He only blinked occasionally.
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  Take a photo at the foot of the temple steps.

  He watched the monk holding the sealed object in both hands step by step up the steps and solemnly entered the hall, which was the birthplace and heaven of the messenger.

  He looked at the monks standing in front of the palace door and bowed to salute, sending an envoy off to the kingdom of rest. He heard the sound of music playing, which seemed to be praising the envoy's life dedicated to civilization.

  He watched the door slowly close and slam shut.

  He turned away.

  His steps were slow, but still meticulous and steady, but he no longer had the raincoat on him.

  He finally reached the end of the road. At the intersection, he looked back at the temple that was getting further away. As long as he turned around, he would never see it again.

  Suddenly, a strong wind blew.

  "call!"

  He raised his hand to shield himself from the wind and sand.

  But vaguely, I saw something rising from the temple.

  The thing seemed to be transparent, rushing toward the sky mightily. He even felt the other party making a cheerful sound. He didn't hear it with his ears, but that's how it felt.

  And as that thing rose into the sky, clouds of rain clouds gathered, and the originally clear sky gradually dimmed.

  He understood something and took a few steps forward, staring at the rain cloud.

  That's his raincoat.

  Their family has inherited sealed artifacts for nearly eight hundred years.

  It broke free from the form of the sealed object and was about to turn into rain again.

  The old rainy season prayer master watched the being break away from its shackles and go to the sky, summoning a rain cloud. Not long after, tiny raindrops fell from the sky.

  It fell on the iron tower, fell on the cold and majestic building, and knocked on the sign of the shop.

  He suddenly remembered again what his ancestors said a long time ago.

  "I want to catch the rain from the sky."

  Then, the ancestors and the messenger found it together and began the story about the rain.

  He raised his head and let the falling rain fall on him.

  "You can't catch the rain, it will fall eventually."

  However, he did not feel lost, but felt relieved and relaxed, because the only thing that fell was rain, and what could not fall was just a ball of water vapor in the sky.

  There were passers-by around, and they finally noticed the rain. The crowd was very surprised and shocked, and some even acted like they were at a loss and made a joke.

  "It's raining."

  "It's raining."

  "Look, it's raining."

  It was a light rain, falling lazily from the sky.

  You may not like it, but you are too lazy to avoid it, as if you were infected by the laziness of the drizzle.

  More and more people are making their voices heard, and more and more people are appearing on the streets to welcome the first rain in hundreds of years.

  gradually.

  The rain became slightly heavier, but it was still just a light drizzle.

  The world in the sight of the old rainy season prayer master was gradually obscured by the fine rain curtain, and his figure was gradually blurred in the rain.

  The rain melted into his eyes, and he melted into the rain.
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  [Sealed Artifact·Rainy Season Clothes]

  [Ability 1: Able to hydrate part or all of the body of oneself and the controller, and able to sense the surrounding humidity and climate changes. 】

  [Ability 2: After being eroded by the Law of Rain, it possesses a drop of rain seed in its body, which can affect the clouds in the sky to change and fall into rain on a small scale, but you must find a way to integrate yourself into the rain clouds in advance. 】

  The rain stopped.

  A transparent figure appeared in the world along with the rain.

  It looked at the world around it, with various pictures swirling in its mind. It seemed that it had lived for a long time, but it had only just now truly grasped the concept of living.

  It developed wisdom, became a sealed object with wisdom, and began to perceive the world from the perspective it once desired.

  When a Sealed Artifact user dies.

  And if possible, his sealed objects will be given wisdom, including his past memories.

  At this moment, the Sealed Artifact of the Rainy Season Clothes has inherited the memory of the messenger, and it is not just the memory. During those years, he perceived the world from the perspective of the messenger, and followed him to experience the world.

  It can no longer tell whether it is the messenger or it who follows the divine pastors throughout the world and follows the old rainy season prayer man to make rain again and again.

  The water rises into the sky and becomes clouds, and then falls in the form of rain.

  After the messenger died, a sealed object and strangeness that inherited his past appeared in the world. (End of chapter)