Cyberpunk style, Cthulhu mythology system. The protagonist directly becomes a god in a different world at the beginning. The most magnificent first hall was brightly lit. During an emergency meeting, a mysterious white-robed man suddenly appeared and showed his identity card to the white-robed high priest in front of him. The powerful fat man pointed at the golden plate with a look of shock and regret. Most of the people scattered aside looked like they had nothing to do with each other. A few came forward to watch, and a few who had seen the identity card clearly were about to exclaim or kowtow. There is darkness outside the door, and there are suffering citizens and weirdos.
The leader of the knights pursed his lips and said nothing.
It seems that I am witnessing history, something that my father and ancestors have always expected but have never been able to reach or even dare to imagine.
It is undeniable that the scene before us will be painted into oil paintings, engraved into murals, recorded into stories by future generations, and will be widely circulated in all imaginable and even unimaginable forms. One day later, word of mouth spread in this country until everyone knew about it. Even the lowest class Lankanus who had difficulty eating and had distinct ribs would puff up their chests in the dark and messy alleys when they thought about it.
Hundreds or even thousands of years later, newborns would be baptized with the singing of hymns related to this event.
Those old choir textbooks are going to be replaced with new ones.
Pal's Lanka received the highest honor today. After that, the world's political power fell here in an instant, and the gears of fate began to turn again...
