only god

Chapter 39 Everything Is Arranged by God

Jalesto slowly opened his eyes.

The surrounding storm had subsided long ago, and he stared blankly at the blue sky.

"you're awake?"

Alesto heard a familiar voice, it was his father Aar.

He quickly got up from the canoe, turned his head, and looked at his father.

His father's appearance was extremely sloppy. The impact of the storm had made him much older. His dried hair was sticky together and smelled like sea water. His body became thinner than before, like a forest with bark peeled off. old wood.

Immediately afterwards, Jalesto thought of something and quickly looked at the canoe.

The canoe in front of them was dilapidated and barely usable, wobbling in the sea, and they lost all their luggage they brought on board in that storm, as well as the island's supplementary berries.

Jalesto watched all this in disbelief, all he had left was the bone knife he carried with him.

He gritted his teeth, frustration welling up in his heart.

But his father was calm.

Yar'an sat steadily on the side of the canoe, lowered his head, and fiddled with his ten wrinkled fingers, methodically cleaning the debris between his nails.

Jalesto couldn't understand why his father was still so calm at this moment.

"Father, is your confidence that high?"

Jalesto raised his face with a wry smile, looked at Yar and asked.

Yar moved his gaze from the nails to him, and said in a calm tone:

"Yesterday's storm was like the end that God said, but we still survived."

Then, Alton paused, and continued:

"You're in a coma, do you know what you were talking about when you were in a coma?"

"do not know."

The voice fell to the ears, and Yar said:
"You're saying, 'God, why is the path to grace so hard?'"

Jalesto was startled, and after calming down a little, he asked his father:
"Is not it?"

Al showed a rare kindness and said:
"It's all right, my boy, everyone talks in their sleep, even me."

Alesto felt his thoughts restless.

He turned his face away and looked into the distance. The ancient chaos like black mist stood there, and the distance between the canoe and the ancient chaos was farther than before.

The father and son fell silent, they grabbed the oars tacitly with each other, and started sailing towards the ancient chaos again.

Only this time, Jalesto's power to shake the oar was weaker. At first, it was only a little weaker, and then it gradually became much weaker.

Alesto sensed the frustration in himself.

Faced with this setback, he felt a sense of powerlessness that he could not fight against. He could only face it in silence, allowing his confidence in God and his journey to gradually lose.

He looked towards the end point indicated by God—the border of the world. It seemed so far away from this moment, and unless there was a miracle, he would never be able to go through it all his life.

Unlike his prophetic father, Yar rowed the oars vigorously, shouldering the strength that Alesto should contribute, just like wheat growing tirelessly in the sun.

The whole day passed like this, and soon, dusk fell.

Alesto wriggled his lips, feeling parched involuntarily.

There was no water or berries on board, and all their original luggage was lost in the storm. Jalesto looked at the water, but there was no fish.

The water around the canoe was deep and blue.

Among the Logosians, including Jalesto, no one has seen the sea, and naturally no one knows that it is not allowed to drink sea water.

Jalesto felt thirsty in his throat, and he looked at his father, who was undoubtedly thirsty as well.

"Is sea water drinkable? Can it quench your thirst?"

he asked Al.

Yar looked at the sea and said wearily:

"My child, I don't know... During the storm, I swallowed many mouthfuls of seawater, one of which was too big, I almost passed out, and my throat felt sick. Now, I'm not that thirsty."

However, Jalesto saw that his father was just holding on, and he seemed equally thirsty.

Jalesto also tasted the sea water in the storm, but perhaps because of his youth, he did not feel dizzy or anything like that.

He stared at the sea water, hesitating for a long time, just like other Logos people seeing unknown mushrooms.

Finally, driven by thirst, Alesto stuck his head down and took a sip of sea water.

The strong salty taste exploded in his mouth, and Jalesto frowned, but the tactile sensation of the sea water filling his mouth made him mistakenly think that his thirst would be relieved.

After drinking the sea water, Jalesto sat on the other side of the canoe, and after a while, a more thirsty feeling rose from his throat.

He moved his body and suddenly realized that he was weaker than before, as if he had collapsed.

Jalesto showed a look of astonishment, and his mind went blank for an instant.

The Logos man in animal skin stood up from the canoe with trembling feet, staring blankly at the vast sea, the water he wanted to replenish was clearly in front of him.

Thirsty Alesto murmured sadly:
"That can't be drunk, it can't quench your thirst!"

Despair finally crushed all his confidence, he stepped back and fell down on the boat.

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Jalesto and Ar were helpless at sea for three days.

God did not come to rescue the father and son, it was like neglecting them and abandoning them in the sea of ​​confusion.

The dawn of the fourth day came without knowing it.

Jalesto leaned weakly on the boat, his skin wrinkled and stuck to his bones. He raised his head and stared at the sky. The sun shone on him, and he felt that his blood was about to evaporate.

In the past, he boasted that he approached the gods through doubts, and he was definitely not a person who had little faith in the gods. At this moment, he looked blankly at the sky, at the brilliance that fell on him, but did not extend a helping hand.

Jalesto didn't know what he was thinking.

He only knew that his spirit was slowly disintegrating.

I'm dying…

Alesto felt a genuine fear of death.

He lowered his head, stopped looking at the sky, and looked at his father on the other side, who was still sleeping soundly.

Gray-haired, old and battered by another storm, his own father, a prophet, a chosen one, with sunken eyes and a sallow complexion.

Thirst also dominated his father.

Both he and Yar have lost the strength to argue in the past two days.

The bone knife that he carried with him was coldly attached to Jalesto's chest.

He looked at his father's wrist hanging aside, and shivered.

Blood…

A terrible thought entered his mind.

I am simply crazy!

Alesto could not help but feel fear.

He lay blankly on the canoe, time passed by, thirst... thirst slowly dominated his whole body and mind, he was thirsty for water, a little water that could quench his thirst.

The desire to survive, the fear of death, or in other words, the animal instinct has already tamed his body, and now, it is slowly conquering his spirit.

The sunlight was extraordinarily glaring, taking moisture from Alesto's body mercilessly.

Jalesto raised his eyes, and he saw his father still sleeping soundly, motionless, as if dead, but with steady breathing.

"Like dead..."

Jalesto murmured.

A fact that was colder than sea water was before him.

If this continues, both of them will die here.

He Mosuo held the bone knife in his arms.

In the storm, all the luggage and berries were lost, and only the bone knife was left with him.

It's like God's arrangement.

"God's arrangement..."

Jalesto murmured.

His emotions became more and more broken, and he heard the desire to survive, telling him,
It's all God's arrangement...

It is God who guides them to this arduous journey, to the borders of the world, to encounter the original siren, the narwhal, and this cruel storm...

Everything is preordained.

Jalesto stared fixedly at his father's wrist.

and so…

Whatever happens next is God's arrangement.

The desire to survive built a defense in Jalesto's heart.

That heart defense is in the name of God, not human beings.

Alesto stood up from the canoe, his legs trembling, his mouth parched, and the desire to survive began to replace reason and take over control of the body.

He slowly pulled out the sharp bone knife from his pocket.

Step by step, with soft, almost silent steps, Alesto leaned towards his sleeping father.

He has built an impenetrable defense...

Everything is arranged by God!
Jalesto came in front of his father, and he slowly raised the bone knife in his hand. At this time, he had already made up his mind, and his hands did not tremble in the slightest.

He murmured in his heart:

No matter what happens next, everything is arranged by God.

The bone knife hung in the air, and then slowly fell down.

When the sharp blade is about to tear the flesh,

He suddenly saw his father's lips moving unconsciously,

Al murmured in his sleep:

"Alesto, my child, I am thirsty."

He froze.

With just a few words from his father's sleep, he defeated all the defenses he had built in advance.

Jalesto threw away the bone knife, lowered his head, and embraced his sleeping father. He was so thin and old.

The child hugged his father like this, embraced the whole world, trembling all over, crying desperately like a baby.

(End of this chapter)