From God of Lies to Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 58: The Resurrected Corpse

"In the name of brotherhood, we follow the family code, guarding the Church's ultimate mysteries!"

"Those who break the blood oath shall be completely eliminated!"

"We shall awaken when the Lord's messenger returns to earth, and we shall rebuild all that was glorious!"

The old man's words were silently accepted by everyone. They exchanged tokens, set their secret codes, took their respective belongings, and departed separately.

Thus, Leon also shouldered his pack and became a member of the Brotherhood, living under an assumed name somewhere in Sicily until his life ended.

And that pack, as a family heirloom, was passed down through generations into the distant future.

Their family established the mafia, developing and growing throughout the Mediterranean region. That token and pack continued to be passed down, with each generation's family head taking custody.

Until over a hundred years ago, the Sicilian mafia crossed the ocean to Amerigo, arriving in New York and establishing the Rancocci mafia family.

As for that pack, it had transformed into a box, stored in the family's deepest vault and held in an old man's embrace!

The final scene showed the old man on his deathbed, handing this box to a young man for safekeeping.Leon jolted suddenly - that old man's face was none other than his grandfather, Gulancer Rancocci?

And the young man - wasn't that himself?

...

"The ancient Maya Empire began with the awakening of gods, while the still powerful Catholic Church shall begin with the Brotherhood!" Bai Yang said calmly.

Everything he did was for "forging falsehood into truth."

No matter how perfect something created from nothing might be, it would always have flaws. He never doubted the intelligence of this world's clever people.

If they discovered even one flaw, it could cause major disruptions to his Path to Godhood.

Therefore, he chose to design a "secret history" hidden within normal history from ancient times, letting humanity uncover this dark thread themselves and believe it completely!

This was the true God of Lies - crafting realistic lies and thoroughly making them real.

Using this Brotherhood secret history as backbone and axis, with supernatural beings, angel descents, demon existences as foundation, he would establish a massive mythical Church that truly existed in history!

And the mafia family happened to be a point he could exploit - information about these hidden organizations was scarce, allowing for arbitrary modification!

"When history is uncovered, everything will fall into place, and the authority and existence belonging to God Yahweh will be elevated by this faith, truly established!"

The light of ambition flashed in Bai Yang's eyes like lightbulbs!

"You're not just walking the god path - you're creating the gods!" Alvin exclaimed in awe. "You will stand above history, deriving the pantheon from it?"

Bai Yang nodded. "The Divine Fire doesn't necessarily need to ignite from me. Igniting from them works equally well! And I shall ignite it with creative power!"

"Your Grace, you shall stand eternally above the heavens, becoming the God above Gods!" Alvin bowed sincerely, expressing admiration for Bai Yang's plan. "One day, this world shall become a new continent of gods, and your eyes shall hang suspended in the firmament!"

Bai Yang waved his hand. "It's still far too early. Go arrange that box properly!"

Alvin bowed again, this time not merely out of respect for the Divine Spark's owner, but reverence for the Divine Lord; "Your supreme will!"

...

Night, nearing dawn.

The prison guards finished their last cups of coffee and staggered out to the square.

"Hey! Why is there still someone here?" A guard approached with his baton, asking curiously.

"What person? Just a corpse! He killed a Southwest gang leader and got stabbed to death here!" Another guard who knew the situation explained.

"Who cares how he died! None of our business. Come on brothers, lend a hand, let's toss him out! Otherwise when the warden sees, we'll get docked pay again!"

Someone said this, and everyone reacted immediately, stepping forward to grab the corpse's limbs and lift him up.

No one found this strange, nor considered it a bad thing. In this twenty-thousand-person prison, everyone had long grown accustomed to such occurrences.

This prison housed over ten thousand people, but guards and staff numbered less than 1,400 - each guard faced eight to ten criminals on average!

Among these were many gang members, economic criminals, and various illegal immigrants, with no shortage of powerful individuals. Various conflicts were commonplace here.

Deaths were naturally quite normal occurrences too. The number of people being incarcerated daily far exceeded the death count.

Three guards worked together to carry this prisoner whose blood had already somewhat dried up out of the square.

Behind the prison was a special area for receiving corpses, where specialized personnel came daily to collect unclaimed bodies.

As for what they did with them - that wasn't information the guards could know. Perhaps the warden knew, but who cared?

"Hey, which of you just touched me with your hand?" Suddenly, the guard carrying the head said.

The other two carrying the body looked at him with strange expressions. "Are you crazy?"

No wonder they responded this way - all six hands were busy carrying the corpse. Where would another hand come from to touch him?

Unless...

All three looked down and saw the man who should have been thoroughly dead actually opening his eyes again, looking at them. "Officers, where are you taking me?"

As he spoke, he still had that pale complexion, bloodless body, and those three glaring stab wounds.

This didn't seem like resurrection - more like a corpse reanimating!

At the very least, the three officers were terrified enough to release their grip, dropping Leon, then running away without looking back!

While running, they glanced back at this "dead man" and discovered he had actually stood up, the wounds through his body even shimmering with light colors.

"Ah! Ghost!" They shouted loudly, fleeing far from the square.

Thanks to the horror movies popular throughout America, almost every American subconsciously believed reanimated people must be terrifying demons or monsters.

So they ran quite happily, without even considering the notion of eliminating the monster.

With ten thousand people in this prison, if they ran away, others would suffer!

And Leon certainly had no intention of pursuing them. He looked at the wounds on his chest, discovering a strange power coiling around them, slowly repairing his body.

And memories resembling dreams slowly flowed into his mind.

That fleeing group, those vaguely familiar people, some additional knowledge - all gave him deeper feelings.

"So, my family were actually Brotherhood members? And my grandfather was the family's last Temple Knight?" Leon slowly stood up, contemplating all this.

He certainly had no disbelief - the healing wounds and the power surging in his mind had already shown him this reality!

Leon felt the stone on his chest, carved with a cross, praying to heaven: "Lord! Is this you telling me that our family's mission has appeared once more?"

He could only attribute his resurrection to this matter.

Thinking this, Leon actually felt relieved, because his family was gone now. Betrayed by traitors, he remained the only formal family member left.

Considering this, he indeed met the special condition for "divine blessing."