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Chapter 5 "Providence"

I am the youngest Seraph Archangel beside God, my name is Jobs.

God also takes good care of me. In the first three years of my tenure as No. 60, God asked me to patrol the world for Him.

I was flying in the air and looking down at the ground, and that's what medieval buildings were like.

I saw two strange guys in the moving crowd.

They seemed to be angry and quarreling. I stopped on the eaves and observed them.

They quarreled and pulled out the long sharp sticks from each other's waists.

This is refreshing to me. Didn’t humans fight with bare hands before?
The two began to fight, each move precise and precise.

I would like to see what these mortals have in their hands.

I blended into the crowd and asked everyone what the long stick on my waist was.

Later I found a blacksmith and it turned out that those long sticks were called Western swords.

It is usually placed on the waist and can be used after pulling it out.

I asked the blacksmith where I could find the best Western sword.

The blacksmith told me he had it here, and it was the best in the town.

I asked for ten swords in the name of angels and returned to heaven. When I got the sword, I stroked it.

As expected, it lives up to its reputation. If you use this to fight, it will be much easier to use than using your fists.

I returned to the upper world with my long sword, intending to dedicate the Western sword to God.

I think I will definitely get compliments.

God looked at the Western sword with a smile on his face.

Then he looked at me and said, "This is really good."

I heard God’s praise and I was very happy.

Then God handed these ten Western swords to the angel next to me.

God asked him to copy it for the angels to use.

And I quietly found an angel and wanted to get one back.

The angel smiled and said: "I haven't improved it yet. This is placed on my waist. You have three pairs of wings on your back. What's the use of keeping a Western sword?"

Only then did I realize that my lower right wing had blocked the spot where the Western sword was originally placed on my waist.

"You don't have to worry about it. I have my own way." I said.

The angel couldn't argue with me, but I still got the Western sword.

I cut off my lower right wing in order to make the Western sword fit better around my waist.

It hurt but it was worth it.

Next year God sent me to explore the human world again.

But I discovered something.

Humanity's sword-making craftsmanship is getting better and better.

The Western sword I originally brought to heaven is still far behind compared to the lower world.

Upgraded from a material called bronze to pig iron.

A Western sword made of pig iron can cut through a bronze Western sword in one stroke.

Only then did I feel that the things around my waist were out of date.

Moreover, the Western sword this time had edges on both sides, so it could not only stab but also chop.

It's called a double-edged sword.

I smiled bitterly and asked for ten more.

This time God frowned, and he didn't seem to praise me.

He handed the sword to the angel again.

And I asked an angel for a handful.

When the angel saw me, he smiled again and said, "I didn't expect that your solution would be to cut off your own wings."

I muttered and said, "It's none of your business."

I couldn't let go of the first Western sword I got, but the double-edged sword was even more beautiful.

Reluctantly, I cut off the lower left wing this time.

It’s the next year again, and this time God doesn’t send me to the next world.

But I still can't help but want to see what the next sword will look like.

I flew down secretly.There are no big changes to the sword, except that pig iron has a new method called forging.

Stronger, and a kind of long sword with a back body came from the far east.

This sword is wider than a double-edged sword and needs to be carried on the back.

The power is also much greater, but it requires more strength to wield.

I asked for another, and to do it I cut off my upper right wing.

Putting the heavy sword on my back, I smiled bitterly.

It's okay, I still have three wings.

It was enough to send me flying back to heaven.

But God was not happy.

I was grounded for a year and I had three of my favorite swords on my back.

One year is almost here.

God found me.

He asked me: "Do you think it's worth it?"

I smiled and said, "Don't I still have three wings?"

God continued: "Then do you still want to go down and see what mankind has developed into?"

I nodded vigorously.

God once again sent me to the lower world, and this time he told me.

This is the last time. After I come back, I will never be allowed to leave the realm again.

The mortals did not disappoint me. They brought something called a knife.

The knife is wider than the sword, but only has one edge.

I smiled bitterly and cut off my upper left wing.

He had a knife on his back.

When I was about to leave, humans seemed to have invented another weapon called a spear.

This thing is really too long, and I only have the last pair of wings left.

You can't cut off the last pair and keep them on your body.

I smiled bitterly and went to find the most powerful blacksmith in the world.

I want to know what the highest level of weapons is.

It took me two months to find the best blacksmith of this era.

I asked him how he could create a peerless artifact.

He told me that the best weapon is actually time.

I asked him puzzledly why it was time.

The blacksmith opened his own collection.

Inside is the evolution process from the earliest bronze sword to the iron sword.

He told me that there is no best weapon in the world, only the best time.

I thought about it, and I happened to have close to eternity.

I cut off all my wings and learned blacksmithing from this blacksmith.

He learned that I was the angel of eternal life, and he was happy to teach me how to blacksmith.

Because he also wants to know what the best sword in the world will look like.

Although I am stupid, time can make up for everything.

When the blacksmith was about to die, I got his true biography.

I also began to get used to life in the lower world, living anonymously in the city.

I present what I think is the best weapon to the coming warriors.

Because I can't fly, I never care about things in the upper world.

It was not until later that I learned about the upper world from Christ’s church.

I heard that Lucifer led a third of the angels to rebel in the north of heaven.

After fighting for three days and three nights, he was finally judged by God and thrown into the abyss.

And what they used was the weapon made by the angel, which was the sword I brought.

(End of this chapter)