Magical Journey: The Other Shore Blooms on the Other Shore

Chapter 108 The Desert Holy City of Santiago (Part 6)

After spending a few days at the prophet's ancient house, Atlan felt the time was right—it would be perfectly legitimate for him to speak up and take his apostles to worship the gods and inform Santiago of this matter.

That should prevent too much resistance.

After all, whether or not he could see the meteorite was related to whether he could get the final payment from Elena, so Atlan was very concerned about it.

Earning extra money isn't easy, especially since not many people come here, and you can't just scam people every day. It's only natural for the prophet to help the residents; he wouldn't accept a single penny in return.

Therefore, no matter how many copper coins there were, they were all extremely valuable to Atlantis.

"My sir, my chickens aren't laying eggs. Could you please take a look?"

As you walk down the street, residents will always come up to greet Atlanta.

“If I remember correctly, your chickens are roosters,” Atlan said.

"Huh? Doesn't the rooster lay eggs?" The honest resident scratched his head, stammering.

"How about I make you lay eggs?" Atlan kindly took out his wand. "I guarantee you'll lay eggs several times a day."

"No... there's no need to trouble the Prophet." The not-so-bright resident left.

“Prophet, could you ask the Lord to use His divine power to help me find my glasses?” After the first resident left, Atlan took a few more steps and another resident came over.

“Put it on your face,” Atlan said.

"Oh, oh—the great deity, you've revealed the truth to me so quickly, something I couldn't understand for so long." The man clasped his hands together and left.

If you were to ask God such a idiotic question... if there really were a god in the world, he would probably open your skull first to see your brain and determine if you were a fake.

“I’m so busy,” Elena said.

“I wish all the questions I’m asked were this simple,” Atlan said.

"They rely on this so-called god so much—won't their brains really degenerate?" Elena wondered thoughtfully.

“So, if I don’t come back, my poor homeland will crumble in a few years,” Atlan said. “Never mind, let’s not talk about that.”

To uphold this deeply ingrained error, to maintain this fragile and chaotic nation, she chose to return here.

“This is it.” Atlan took a step forward.

“Prophet—” Two masked guards at the entrance bowed respectfully to Atlan. “May I ask what brings you to this holy land?”

“This is my newly accepted apostle, Elena. I brought her to pay homage to the Lord.”

The two guards whispered something to each other.

Then one of them replied, “Prophet, you know that only the most devout people are allowed to enter the Holy Land at the most devout times.”

“Today is the most devout time, with boundless compassion reaching the moon, a propitious sign,” Atlan said. She knew how troublesome these people were, which was why she chose today to come.

“Indeed, then—Prophet, please ask the gods to judge the loyalty of your apostle.” The guard checked the almanac and then said.

Atlan casually took out a copper coin, tossed it into the air, and it landed in his palm: "Irena, heads or tails?"

Elena had not noticed any signs that Atlan had used magic, but based on what she had said a few days ago, the answer was quite certain.

"front."

Atlan spread her hands; the answer was, of course, correct. She had cast that family-inherited magic on the copper coin before setting off.

"Please come in, both of you." The guard had nothing more to say and stepped aside.

……

“Look, this is the stone you wanted to see,” Atlan said, her gaze calmly fixed on the massive black rock standing there. She stood right in front of the meteorite. “It’s ugly as hell. Just a heads-up, don’t get too close. There are germs on it. That’s how people died hundreds of years ago.”

Irene gazed at the seemingly endless meteorite from afar: "Are you alright standing so close?"

“Those who were infected were eliminated hundreds of years ago, and the survivors and their descendants have more or less antibodies to this pathogen,” Atlan said. “But you are an outsider.”

It turned out to be the case.

"It was this meteorite that brought endless suffering to this place, and ironically, the locals worship it so much." Atlan seemed to be venting his anger as he kicked the meteorite twice.

If anyone else had seen this, they would have certainly put this ungodly prophet to death.

“To be honest, I hated this ridiculous country when I was a child, and I wished I could escape far away and never come back,” Atlan said. “But it was this meteorite that caused me to lose my father, and now, I can’t even remember what he looked like.”

Seemingly moved by the scene, Atlan started rambling on and on, perhaps because she was always so carefree: "It's ridiculous that a ridiculous coin can decide a person's life or death."

"What do you think of this stone?" Atlan suddenly asked Elena.

"Besides its size, I didn't have any other thoughts," Elena said truthfully. "I thought something from outer space would be different."

"Even if you regret it, remember to pay me back." Atlan kept this in mind. She knew all too well how much Elena loved gold coins. What if Elena ran away if she didn't keep an eye on things?

"Do you regret coming back?" Elena asked, deliberately changing the subject to avoid mentioning money.

“Regret? Regret is useless, I regret it every day.” Atlan chuckled. “You might not believe it, but I actually believe that there really is a god like Santiago in this world. Rather than believe, I hope that Santiago exists.”

"why?"

“When God truly exists, when we are too tired, can’t we just blame everything on fate?” Atlan said. “It is fate that I should come back to suffer these hardships, it is fate that I should come to save, no, that’s too lofty. It’s not about saving, it’s about maintaining this incurable nation.”

Elena did not respond.

“Even with my immense magical power, to be honest, it’s only a matter of time before I shatter this meteorite.” Atlan punched the meteorite, but left no fist mark. “But even if the meteorite shatters, it’s already deeply embedded in people’s brains. How can you break that thing? Magic has never been omnipotent.”

After a short while.

"Alright, have you seen enough? If we stay any longer, those annoying guys will start bombarding us with questions again," Atlan said. "We should leave."

"I've discovered that you're pretty cool when you're serious."

"Even if you praise me, you can't skimp on the money. Besides—I'm pretty cool all the time."