Ultra: Heroes Don't Ask Where They Come From

The dream is coming towards me.

It was incredible, the gray fog covered my direction, but by the clear and loud sound of footsteps, I could feel that "something" was coming towards me, the dream was coming towards me.

Being silent and motionless is painful, and being unable to see is also painful.

Maybe my words may have been distorted in the eyes of others, but that is actually just because the language has a different meaning.

It seemed as if I had grown a head of long hair on the back of my head, tied into a ponytail, with an iron ball weighing over a hundred pounds tied to it with a rope. I was standing on the edge of a cliff, with a sheer cliff behind me, and there was no reason to take a single step back.

My head was forced backwards, and the iron ball was pulling me, trying to make me fall off the cliff with it. My feet were in so much pain, but even so I couldn't take a single step back.

I took a step forward.

I walked forward.

The weight behind me suddenly disappeared.

I didn't look back. I didn't know what was behind me. Was it because the rope was broken and my black hair was flying everywhere, or was it because the iron ball was so powerful that it fell into the cliff with my bloody scalp? I just kept walking forward and felt my heart calm down all at once, with an extreme peace.

Even if I am the only one walking this road from now on, I will not feel uneasy anymore.

I have come such a long way and now I find myself being me.

——Sharon

Terry Blaise was praying in the church. As a sacristan, or to use a more modern and accurate name, treasurer, his job was always easy and leisurely. There were not many things in the church that needed to be sorted out, and once he was familiar with them, he would have plenty of free time to relax.

He didn't go to school when he was very young. It was his father who used his connections to send him to the church. Thanks to this, he became familiar with religious knowledge from an early age.

In the Middle Ages, the church was the only way to get education. Although he had not received modern education and had no academic qualifications, his intelligence was not low. The priest even allowed him to perform the duties of listening and persuading in the confessional.

At this moment, the priest was praying in front of him at the altar. When he finished praying, the priest also finished praying and was placing candles. The atmosphere was still very solemn, but he felt very bored. He couldn't help feeling craving for a cigarette, so he took out a cigarette from his body and put it in his mouth.

He wanted to say that he wanted to smoke while praying, but when the words came out of his mouth, he naturally changed the way he said it; "Can I pray while smoking?" After getting an affirmative reply, he quickly used a lighter to light the filterless cigarette in his mouth, took a deep puff, and put the lighter on his body.

Although the priest's expression became a little annoyed after he subconsciously agreed, he didn't care about it.

God's father is the same as his stepfather.

After he took a puff of cigarette, he paused for a few seconds, and the smoke slowly curled out of one nostril. His expression was probably also very ecstatic.

He realized that he shouldn't irritate the priest, so he put the cigarette down between his fingers and blew a small whistle. After the priest turned his head away, he smoked normally again. It was okay, as all the believers in the surrounding area knew that he smoked and drank, but he would not be so careless when it came to serious matters.

When there are few activities, the church is not very tiring. Today, there are neither ceremonial activities nor charity events, so it is a relaxing day.

"Blaise, I hope to see that you make no mistakes today when I examine your hymns."

Blaise paused for a moment and reached out to take the cigarette.

"So Father, what's the range?"

The priest smiled; "'Oh, Lord, make me ask less for myself, less to be comforted, but to comfort others, less to be understood, but to understand others, less to love, but to love with all my heart.'"

Blaise thought about it for a moment and didn't care about this kind of thing, so he bit his cigarette and made a dying expression and said;

"Amen."

After saying this, he ran away without hesitation from the nave of their small church.

Today is a beautiful day, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming. Although the Bible is great, wouldn’t it be unworthy of the Savior’s sacrifice to spend time studying the scriptures on such a beautiful day instead of visiting the beauty of the world?

He is such a kind old man that he wouldn't mind such a small thing.

Blaise walked along the path with a cigarette between his teeth. They were basically in a small rural area, not very lush. Although it only took an hour's drive to reach the developed modern city, he had no intention of going there. Outing was more in line with his hobbies.

The world is very advanced now. It has advanced to the point where the church has been gradually stepping back for the words in its own scriptures, allowing the diverse world to be more integrated into the essence of Christ.

This is true, but it does not mean that the church is gradually losing its sanity. Human beings cannot get rid of religion for at least thousands or tens of thousands of years, not to mention that there are things in reality that can testify to the mysterious and transcendent light of God.

As for whether that thing is the light of God and whether it looks like a real angel, that is another question. After all, no matter what kind of angel it was in the early days, it basically had the appearance of non-human and cold things, with kindness beyond reality, and naturally had appearances beyond mere humans, which are creatures walking on the ground. For example, human-shaped angels with white wings on their backs, wearing white robes, handsome, considerate and gentle, only appeared later.

If that’s the case, then it’s understandable why real angels look like that, right?

At least because of this kind of thing, the number of people who believe in religion and even increase their faith has undoubtedly increased greatly.

In any era, clever beliefs are the most attractive.

Walking in the fields and the suburbs, the air in the French countryside made him feel as comfortable as ever. In such a relaxing time, he would smoke and use nicotine to stimulate his brain to think about random things. The clergy in black robes walked freely in the countryside, leaving white smoke along the way.

Continue walking this way and you will reach a quieter place. There is a small woods in front. Although there is a clearing in the woods, basically no one goes there. Blaise, on the other hand, likes to take time to walk there and laze around because it is quiet and there is no one there.

But, humans evolve really fast.

It is undeniable that faith will not disappear from people's hearts in a short time. A saint craftsman like myself can probably stay in a stable position leisurely when I die of old age, and I should still be respected. For me, there is no need to think about things that are too far away.

For human beings, future salvation is very important, but the proof of living in the present is also indispensable. If we abandon the present because of heaven - no, we can't just dismiss it with one blow. We may have some great ambitions, but in short, the present is the most important for human beings.

To be honest, Blaise believed in the existence of God, but he also believed that our Lord was not such a great being. Human thoughts were as diverse as the stars, and arguments were like sands that rolled up storms. To fight for territory in their complex spirits and finally stand out was a rough road of sacrifice and killing.

At first, he was just a spirit of Mount Sinai, then a god of thunder, and then a god of war. He expelled El and defeated Baal, either incorporating him into his own or casting him into the ranks of the devil. He suppressed all the devils with a cold and ruthless attitude and sent them to a cold and harsh hell. In this way, he swept across the land of polytheism and finally became the supreme "only god". [Note 1]

If it is so difficult to become the "only God", how can one possess the highest, strongest, omniscient and omnipotent divine power, and how can one clear the universe and build paradise?

Even if he really possessed such a great divine power, for Jehovah, was it really necessary for him to interfere in the garden that he had not cleaned for thousands of years?

Unlike others, who felt hope when they saw the blue light, red light, and unknown light of humanity that transcended reality and fought against the devil, Blaise felt despair instead, a despair that only those who truly believed in God could feel. Because to some extent, that phenomenon of mercy destroyed the hope of religion.

It only protects, does not redeem, and places all hope on human's ability to self-regulate.

Although it was meaningless to think about such things, Blaise still occasionally wondered why that person protected life on Earth so much. And facing the human race, with his way of saving it, perhaps sooner or later, there would come a day when it could no longer be saved.

At that time, what can be relied upon to save humanity?

At this time, the sky was shining, and a white beam of light flashed by, accompanied by some kind of rumbling thunder on a sunny day. The surging white light appeared in front of the eyes like a pressed seal, landed in the woods, and startled the birds to fly into the sky. The time was very short, and the white light lasted only one or two seconds.

The white light disappeared, but the sacred feeling lingered for a long time. In Blaise's body, about ten long minutes had passed.

Blaise took out the second cigarette, thought for a long time, and walked towards the place silently.