[Various] Throne of God by Yu Wei ^Chapter 16^ Latest Update: 2014-10-04 00:13:53 Jinjiang Literature City
Chapter Fifteen
The currency incident seemed to have ended after God appeased Lucifer, but that wasn't the case. How could Lucifer forgive Messiah for using his image to carve gold coins? Moreover, God hadn't explicitly told him to forgive Messiah. Messiah would be severely punished; this was something the Seraphim had anticipated. His Highness had to take responsibility for his actions.
"What did you say!"
In a palace somewhere in the Eighth Heaven, Messiah slammed his head on a table. Hearing Lucifer refuse to interfere in his academy's construction, his heart sank. If Lucifer disagreed, it meant the entire Seraphim hierarchy would also consider whether to help, since God hadn't said anything about building the academy together.
As a mere figurehead head of the academy, Messiah's academy was nowhere to be seen, and he had been tasked by God with establishing an angelic academy within the Eighth Heaven of Stars within two hundred years.
As a massive amount of official documents was about to bombard him, Messiah felt weak and limp, his eyes glazed over as he watched the fluttering white papers—details concerning the academy's establishment.
The sheer number of documents was enough to fill hundreds of rooms; otherwise, given the efficiency of angels, the two-hundred-year deadline wouldn't have been demanded. God naturally required the academy to be of the highest standard, with every facility designed to ensure the safety of the lesser angels.
As the adjutant assisting the Son of Heaven, the Cherubim Archangel Achille looked at his superior with sympathy. He had also heard a little about the matter. In Heaven, only the Son of Heaven dared to openly offend Prince Lucifer, and the latter had only brought trouble upon himself. In terms of popularity alone, the Son of Heaven, Messiah, could never compare to the Seraphim with his six wings of holy light; after all, he wasn't a true angel.
"His Highness Lucifer said that Heaven is very busy, and he believes His Highness can understand. Moreover, if His Highness could establish the Angel Academy on his own, it would be an immense honor. Therefore, they will not interfere with His Highness's arrangements."
Understand my foot! Who's going to understand me?!
Just that one sentence was enough to block Messiah's path to seeking external opportunities. Looking at his adjutant, who also wore an expression of agreement, Messiah roared inwardly. He now understood the twisted extent to which angels cared about honor. Tragically, he could get used to Heaven's various systems, but he couldn't genuinely accept the meaning of this so-called honor. Simply put… he and these angels had malfunctioning thought processes!
"Damn it… one person is fine! I refuse to believe I can't build it!"
Jehovah in the Crystal Heaven gazed infinitely into the distance, his gaze fixed on the area designated for the academy. Even if Messiah were to exhaust all his energy, it wouldn't be completed in a short time. His original intention was for the Messiah and the Seraphim to work together, but the Messiah had already angered Lucifer, so there was no reason to expect the Seraphim not to make things difficult for him. He believed that by the final deadline, his holy son would still bow to Lucifer.
This is the advantage of God's perspective—a complete view of everything that has happened, is happening now, and will happen in the future. Awestruck by the extraordinary power of the gods, Jehovah laid the Book of Creation open on his lap, then took a quill and began to write down the events of the day. Thus, the legendary Diary of the Creator God was born.
The feather plucked from Lucifer's wing, after being imbued with divine power for a long time, now appeared as lustrous as crystal, radiating a soft, pale golden holy light. The words written with this pen gradually absorbed the color of that holy light, becoming exceptionally holy and beautiful.
The Book of Genesis recorded all of Jehovah's secrets. If it weren't truly a divine artifact born of the Creator God, it would likely have been destroyed long ago by the petty Jehovah. The future famous Book of Raziel was also adapted from its contents by God. Being able to process existing material was naturally easier than creating something from scratch; he was practically using his foresight to take shortcuts for his future endeavors.
The Seraphim's palace remained solemn and imposing. Only the occasional tinkling of an hourglass signaled the passage of time to its inhabitants. The fine sand seemed to flow gently through their hearts, so unhurried that even the angels in this place habitually fell silent.
Michael glanced at the documents in his hand, then at his busy superior. His mind was still troubled by the Messiah's affairs. After all, God had mentioned the academy to be established in the Eighth Heaven during the Creation Celebration; it would be unreasonable for them to abandon it. No matter how much the Messiah angered Prince Lucifer, he had to be lenient for God's sake.
"Ahem, Your Highness."
"Michael, what do you want to say?"
The pen in his hand stopped writing. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at his usually quiet adjutant, having already noticed Michael's distraction; he was simply waiting for him to speak.
"Is there really no problem with doing this?"
"If he came to ask me personally, I would still agree, but unfortunately now… he won't."
He understood what the implication was, of course. Lucifer chuckled, his face showing no trace of regret. Having spent considerable time with the Messiah, Lucifer knew exactly what the man's character meant. Seemingly carefree and drifting through life, his pride was no less than that of the other Seraphim. Before facing any obstacles, the Messiah would never lower himself to beg them.
"The barrier alone, protecting the little angels from the oppressive forces of the Eighth Heaven, couldn't have been created by Messiah alone. He's just putting on a brave face. Unless the Father intervenes, he'll eventually back down."
A quill pen twirled on his slender fingers, the silver feather, dyed with a special pigment, shimmering. Seated in the Seraphim's seat, the golden-haired angel in white robes explained indifferently to Michael.
The barrier…
Jehovah, having overheard their conversation, looked at Messiah again. Sure enough, he found Messiah exhausted after a few days, scouting every corner of the Eighth Heaven and setting up hundreds of connection points for the barrier at each key location. He was working himself to the bone every day, yet his work efficiency barely improved.
In truth, the size of the Stellar Heaven was no less than that of the Crystal Heaven. As the headquarters of the Upper Third-Rank Second-Order Cherubim and the location of the Future Academy, Jehovah couldn't possibly have created a smaller one.
Because the Crystal Heaven forbids angels other than Seraphim from entering, the Seraphim cannot reside there permanently. Therefore, they each built palaces within their respective heavens, even reserving a residence in the eighth heaven, the Stellar Heaven.
They generally work in their designated spaces. Seraphim Gabriel, as the Archangel, resides year-round in the second heaven, Mercury, where he has a palace. Messiah, holding control of two heavens and being the future head of the academy, simply placed his palace in the eighth heaven, the Stellar Heaven, and never moved it.
The Stellar Heaven, being only one level below the Crystal Heaven, became the Seraphim's primary social space, where they typically visited each other or met with other lower-ranking angels.
At this rate, could the academy really be built within two hundred years? And… Messiah's aesthetic sensibilities didn't seem to reach the level of the other Seraphim.
Thinking this through, Jehovah indeed discovered a problem after some time. He silently observed one of the extremely modern-style office buildings. The rectangular building, its bright glass windows arranged in neat rows and columns, was incredibly familiar to Jehovah, even with his memory stripped away, the black whiteboard inside was instantly recognizable, a strange feeling he couldn't quite describe.
As for bringing a modern school to Heaven, was he really going to subject his angels to nine years of compulsory education? But considering the lifespan and growth period of angels, they might not even graduate in ninety years…
This budding desire to see every little angel suffer was definitely a delusion, but seeing how the future angels would cope with the pressure of exams would be quite interesting. He wondered if they would cheat.
In an instant, Jehovah considered the whole picture. While Messiah was still secretly gloating, the de facto ruler of Heaven had finalized this decision in his mind.
Let them all experience the joy of exams; that way, their happiness after graduation will be enhanced.
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