At the center of the Holy City in the experimental zone, a young man wearing a plastic crown and stepping on dung bricks, step by step, walked to the front of the high platform.
Directly below the platform was a sphere bound in plastic—this was the idol of the Holy City, their god was a sphere.
Or rather, the god worshiped by the Holy City, from a visual standpoint, was just a ball.
Below the stage lay countless cheering crowds; they looked feverishly at the young man as if observing a deity, with some even excitedly kneeling onto the ground, tears streaming from their faces.
The young man watched this scene with satisfaction, letting out a loud shout, his voice erupting into waves of sound that echoed across the entire city.
"God loves mankind!"
Accompanied by this thunderous boom, witnessing this moment beyond mortal comprehension, the people below burst into cheers like tidal waves.
