Synopsis
The most widely circulated and fervently believed hymns in the worlds of the Godbirth Plane describe the supreme and exalted High God as follows:
They inherited the divine authorities of creation and reincarnation. They are birth, abundance, peace, love, and eternal life; grace, compassion, and blessing.
They took up the duties of destruction and nothingness. They are old age, plague, war, hatred, and death; calamity, suffering, and divine punishment.
They are unbridled desire and unrestrained indulgence, yet also absolute reason and restrained agitation.
They are selfless, tolerant, and great, granting blessings without distinction to their heirs, their people, and their followers.
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An ancient legend passed down through the ages on this plane tells that:
At dawn and noon, They make love to Daybreak amid the eastern cascades of light, the heat of passion seeping into the morning glow and staining it with feverish beauty.
At night, They entwine with Darkness beneath the western canopy of the sky, their passion released as specks of starlight, scattered into a vast Milky Way.
Those fortunate enough to win Their favor, and to sow their seed deep in Their warm, soft, hidden place, will reap a plentiful and weighty harvest.
At dusk, the brilliant rosy clouds become the bed in which They conceive. The seeds sown at dawn and noon ripen and fall from the bough at that very moment.
Before daybreak, the dazzling shooting stars become the brocade quilt beneath which They give birth. The abundance sown in the night is harvested at that time.
Surrounded and watched over by the gods, amid crimson clouds and burning meteorites, They give birth to new gods, who belong to day or night and govern either righteousness or depravity.
Then comes the next endless round of blasphemy among the gods.
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In the 127,000th year of the Eighth Era since the High God's fall, the seventeenth divine war began.
The churches of every nation across the worlds received divine revelations and, following the gods' commands, declared war on rival faiths. Once more, the plane descended into chaos.
Xiyi awoke in a wasteland of torn flesh. Trapped in the frail, fragile body of a modern-day graduate student, they struggled to dig a path out and crawl free of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, only to
The first time, be stabbed through the heart by a soldier whose allegiance was unknown.
The second time, be hacked at several times by a zealot worshipping some god-knows-what.
The third time, have their eyes gouged out alive by a babbling priest of the God of Righteousness, who mistook them for an evil creature.
Xiyi felt utterly exhausted, and profoundly desolate.
Their heart was tired. Truly tired, more tired than writing a thesis.
On that day, after a great battle between the God of Righteousness and the God of Depravity, all living beings saw a refined young man, covered in blood, kneeling amid corpses that stretched across the land. His eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears as he devoutly mourned the dead.
He was as flawless as a pearl fallen into the depths of the sea, like a luminous jade sunk in filthy mud, so selfless, so sincere.
The filth and blood only made him look purer, more otherworldly, and all the more alluring, stirring the gods' barely contained desire to defile him.
In reality, he was merely a literature graduate student researching mythology and folk culture in classical texts. After finally getting a short paper published, staying up all night to finish his thesis, and passing both the blind review and defense, he had died tragically just before receiving his degree and diploma, then transmigrated. His sorrow was boundless.
Xiyi writhed, roared, and crawled through the darkness, mourning the twenty-some-megabyte baby boy he had endured "nine near-death experiences" to give birth to after a difficult labor.
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A thousand years later, divinity was restored, the High God returned to their rightful place, and the balance between righteousness and depravity was rebuilt.
In the High God's temple, the evil gods obediently gathered around Them to listen to a lecture.
Xiyi was lecturing with such excitement and passion, tapping the blackboard with a piece of chalk and preparing to call on a drowsy god to answer a question, when They turned around and realized that the evil gods had somehow crowded right up around Them, hemming Them in on all sides, their ambition and desire brazenly on display.
So They banished every last God of Depravity from the High God's temple. Seeing the upright, dignified Gods of Righteousness sitting neatly in rows and following the rules, They felt quite at ease.
That is, until the next period of divine slumber put Them to sleep. When They awoke on the throne of an unfamiliar temple, They saw that the gods, for once, had all knelt before Them, righteous and evil alike.
The newly risen leader of the gods, the heir They had personally named and chosen, Their most loyal and trusted follower, who obeyed only Their commands, had cleared away evil cults and eliminated heretics for Them, managed the temple on Their behalf, and kept the gods in check. Pelois, known as the High God's faithful hound and blade
dared to overstep his bounds and pin Them down on the bed.
His burning palm caressed Their lower abdomen. His golden eyes were steeped in divinity, filled not only with his usual devotion but also with a madness and greed They had never glimpsed before, both lingering and burning hot.
The gods held Them down together, and They would not be able to break free for a while.
Pelois: The gods beg for your mercy. Please wield your supreme divine authority and, in your compassion, grant us your blessings.
Xiyi: Use your words. Keep your hands to yourself.
Pelois: Please bear us divine children.
Xiyi: ???
Damn it, every last one of them is deranged. I can't teach a single one of them.
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From morning to night, divine souls entwined and merged, their divine sources shuddering and trembling.
The heavens collapsed and the earth split, tsunamis and mountains shook, hurricanes stirred spring pools, and raging flames consumed the wilderness.
Pure, desireless divinity was fitted into a vivid, lustful body, intoxicating Their followers.
The holy High God sank deep into pleasure, reaching the summit amid surging tides in the hidden place that had been penetrated.
The temple closed its doors to visitors, and the people of every world on the Godbirth Plane knew that the High God and Their divine consort were bringing new hope into the world.
They prayed in droves, longing for a miracle to descend and a divine child to be born.
At the High God's sacred feast after the divine union, Pelois willingly swore an oath of eternal life.
Surrounded and witnessed by the gods, he laid a hand on Their waist and kissed Them in devout faith.
Gods: What a thriving, vibrant world, where all things compete to flourish.
Worshippers of the gods: Our ancient beauty of a god got snapped up by this young stud.
The culprit, Pelois: Yes, we'll have lots of children.
Xiyi: Read more books and use fewer tired memes. I'm serious.
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Praise the holy Lord, sing of the High God, who walks among the world and scatters blessings,
Who makes the unseen visible and the unheard audible.
Their mortal name is
Sithia
Above all gods, in the highest place,
All peoples are born from Them, all things decay through Them.
Their divine name is
Abundance
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All-knowing, all-powerful High God: Xiyi / Sithia Fertile x High God's divine consort, leader of the gods, Sithia's most devout follower, faithful hound and blade: Pelois Ignivain Cendriel
[Afterword]
* Xiyi means the profound mystery of emptiness, originally referring to the Dao's silent, colorless essence.
* The last fantasy of a literature graduate student writing coursework, reading scholarship, giving presentations, and writing their thesis, before exhaustion, madness, and collapse (nope).
* A good young scholar with an impeccable background, researching classical texts and studying literature, teaches the theory of socialism with Chinese characteristics in a plane where faith is muddled and order has collapsed, establishes a correct outlook on faith, becomes the world's savior, and rises to invincible greatness in this moving tale (yes).
[Reader's Guide]
Civility takes everyone. Harmony begins with you and me.
※ A self-indulgent story. One-on-one pairing, both leads are virgins, and every intimate character is the same person.
※ Notes, quotations, and references are in the author's notes. Please forgive the writing, and don't nitpick.
※ The protagonist is the strongest in the story! Whether there will be children in the main story is undecided; it depends on my doggo's mood.
※ My take on mythology, with lots of original worldbuilding, drawing on myths from China and the West as well as my own inventions.
[Important]
※ Bold and highlighted: The worldbuilding and divine system are entirely fictional. The names are made up, and their meanings are invented. This is not a traditional divine-child-birthing story. Everyone is obsessed with the protagonist, including all the gods, the way the author is obsessed with the God of Wealth (so, are you obsessed or not?).
※ This is a feel-good power fantasy, absolutely not angsty. Please go easy on the logic and prose. Expect an intense, jealousy-filled battle for the protagonist's affections, lots of descriptions of the protagonist's beauty, and lots of descriptions of their formidable power.
※ A future socialist successor and atheist, firmly committed to materialism! Away with feudal superstition and cults!
※ If there's anything else, consider this a warning sign and proceed at your own risk.
[Blurb] 2024/10/24
Cover uses a template, so similar covers are normal.
Theme: Live in harmony and build a better world together.
