How to Survive in the Roanoke Colony-Chapter 268: Kin Issei Superstar (1)

"It was only then that I felt I had received the true word of the Lord."

Archbishop Alonso preached to the gathered believers.

"When holy breath was breathed into a body molded from earth, He was resurrected. His revival was like the Lord resurrecting Lazarus..."

His eyes widened as he recalled the shock of that moment. Among those listening to the sermon, some who had witnessed the scene firsthand stirred, telling those next to them that this was the absolute truth.

"...Anyone who calls this the work of the devil is undoubtedly a devil worshipper."

Since giving and taking life is His power, His domain.

How could it be possible that the devil enabled it?

As the people who had gathered in front of the cathedral to hear the Archbishop’s sermon nodded, Alonso recalled the memory of that day once more.

When He opened His eyes, everyone knelt. They were not merely kneeling before an angel who had come back to life before their eyes.

What they truly worshipped was the authority ’behind’ Him. A celestial authority higher than any worldly power.

The Lord is with His messenger.

The one who rose from the ashes.

The true messenger of the Lord.

The one who knows no death, having not received Adam’s original sin.

And...

The Nameless One.

He can still recall the first words He spoke upon awakening.

"Is the fight over?"

Even after enduring the pain of voluntarily entering the flames, those were the words He calmly uttered as soon as He awoke.

Before the miracle that happened to Him, there was no sign of surprise. That attitude, as if His resurrection was completely natural.

That firm faith.

Is this the certainty that only a holy spiritual being created by the Lord could possess?

While humans in the flesh always doubt, agonize, and fear.

But He... just looked around with a pure attitude, like a child newly born into the world.

He asked people if the fight was over, sent words of warning to the Spanish, and thus concluded everything.

He put the final period on that battle that day.

That overwhelming presence... he could not forget.

When He looked down upon them with a naked body like newly created Adam.

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Accepting something through sensory organs, and then responding through motor organs. That’s the most basic process through which the human mind operates.

From removing your hand when touching something hot, to crying when hearing moving music, to smiling while touching the face of someone you love—everything is built on this foundation.

And.

When all sensory organs that receive information from the world disappear from me.

And when all motor organs that intervene in the world disappear.

When only my undying essence remains in me.

My mind gradually became diluted and meaningless.

And...

Flash!

Like lightning, light returned to me.

I opened my eyes, and through the image formed on my retina, I rekindled the dying embers of existence. I could once again exist on this material world.

The feeling of having briefly lost ’existence’ itself and then recovering it.

It sounds grand when I say it like this, but it feels like I just dozed off and woke up. Specific time and space were deleted, and the world moved on without me.

I inhale. Clean lungs fill with a mixture of burnt smell and the scent of blood.

I clench and unclench my hand. I feel the soft touch of my clean, freshly molded skin.

In my ears, I hear the crackling of something still burning, the sound of wind, and people’s breathing.

Before my eyes, many people are kneeling and trembling.

As soon as I felt all these sensations, I knew.

Ah.

I’ve been resurrected.

Again, I’ve been resurrected, and those who witnessed it are worshipping me...

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’Wait. Something feels empty...’

It didn’t take long to realize the nature of that emptiness.

"..."

"Hu, hueoook... A-a person has risen from the dead...! From the dead...!"

"Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name..."

"..."

And I desperately tried not to look down. My face felt hot and red, but at least there were still embers around, so it probably wouldn’t be noticeable.

Where are my clothes?

Again?

This is the second time.

Last time, at least I had some rags left from the fire, but why is there not even a scrap of cloth now?

No, no, that’s not the urgent issue; first, I need to clear away the people around...

"Father...!"

"Oh, Lord!"

"..."

This won’t do.

This is absolutely not the time.

I very, very slowly, with a kind smile, a puzzled expression, and in a way that didn’t look awkward at all, quickly scanned my surroundings.

And there wasn’t even a scrap of cloth to cover my body, let alone an obstacle to block people’s gazes.

Moreover, I’m standing on some ash heap, and thousands of people are kneeling, wailing, and looking at me. Like I’ve climbed onto a stage for everyone to see.

My face was gradually reddening to the point of bursting, but fortunately, the "angel smile" that had been fixed on my face for decades was maintaining my poker face.

Well... alright.

First, I should assess the situation.

"...Is it over?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

What’s going on? Why is no one answering?

"Is the fight over?"

"..."

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"..."

No, don’t just pray; listen to what I’m saying!

Seeing the people still silent, I hurriedly descended from the ash heap, feeling a complex mix of emotions: shame that made me want to faint, tension, embarrassment, and various other complicated feelings.

Even as I descended, I walked down gracefully and with dignity through the "Angel Sovereign Walk" (tentative name) that I had honed for 20 years. Anyway, now that I had moved to a place where people’s gazes were slightly obscured, I finally had the mental space to assess my surroundings.

Hmm, it’s ambiguous.

At least the enemies seem to have been crushed and are crying and making a fuss, but honestly, in terms of quantity and quality, they could overwhelm our forces at any moment if they regained their senses.

Hmm... this isn’t good. What if these guys come out with an "all or nothing" attitude and finish us all? Then I won’t be an angel but just a Florida nude man and devil to be dragged to Spain.

’No, absolutely not.’

I quickly racked my brain. Would it be resolved if I recited the 7th verse from my "enemy morale reduction Bible verse preset"? No, the enemy’s numbers are still too great for that...

Ah.

"’Raise the war cry, you nations, but you will be shattered.’ (Isaiah 8:13)"

I compromised with preset verse #4. Yes, in my opinion, it’s the fourth most effective verse in the entire Bible, so somehow...

"Aaaaargh!"

...Yes, it’s effective.

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