?59: Chapter 59: Creating the Uncreateable 59: Chapter 59: Creating the Uncreateable One could say that everyone was aware of how powerful magic was, likely beyond their wildest imagination.

    It could even resurrect the dead — was there anything it couldn’t do?

    Violet pondered and tried to figure out a way to manipulate everyone and get them to believe in her scheme.

    In history, any religion was always founded on powers and abilities that transcended human imagination and were often inexplicable.

    So, what method should be used to manifest this unimaginable power?

    This serious question seriously stumped her.

    What kind of power could exceed people’s imagination, yet be acceptable?

    This question was indeed profound, so profound that even Violet could not provide an immediate answer.

    The question itself was a strange paradox.

    This paradox asserted that any creation that could be grasped by human understanding could not surpass human imagination.

    However, at that moment, when she was deep in thought and her brow was furrowed, her hearing seemed to intensify.

    She overheard the villagers whispering.

    From their words, Violet’s eyes began to sparkle, she had finally found her answer!

    In this world, anything one could imagine was governed by rules.

    Yet, something that could surprise human imagination and somehow still exist must be created by a power that transcended these rules.

    A power that could break the rules and cycle of life and death, even surpassing the rules of magic!

    Violet had heard the villagers betting amongst themselves when the buried bodies would rise again.

    It was a given that the dead would rise again in some form, it was an acknowledged rule.

    However, Violet knew that she had used the Holy Light Skill which had effectively ended their lives.

    Without their souls, no matter how much magic was used, it would do no good.

    This was just like the impossible scenario of the earth standing up.

    Hearing the villagers’ discussions, Violet took a deep breath, then stood on a large rock, again waving her Magic Mace, invoking a golden light.

    She stood above them, like having something to say, and the villagers gradually fell silent.

    They looked up, baffled about what Violet was up to.

    In that golden light, she looked so holy, untouchable, almost like an emissary from the gods.

    After a brief silence, she said, “Some of you must be wondering why I buried them.”

    “I’ve heard your concerns, but rest assured, they have been purified by holy light and will not rise again!”

    The villagers were silent.

    Even if they saw the holy light, they still considered it just another magic trick.

    Her claim of purification sounded difficult to believe.

    They had never seen this kind of magic, so they didn’t believe it could be so miraculous, so miraculous that it could break or change rules!

    It was simply mind-boggling!

    Nevertheless, seeing their unbelieving, doubtful expressions, Violet had found the answer she sought.

    She wanted them to doubt!

    If they simply thought that this was the result of some magic trick, then wouldn’t the so-called holy light she fabricated lose its meaning?

    Violet understood deeply that if she wanted to reach her goal, she had to separate this method from magic.

    Therefore, she raised her hand high and spoke a great lie that future theologians and mages would argue incessantly over.

    “Because, what I possess isn’t magic, but holy light!

    It is divine!”

    People were no strangers to magic, but divine skill?

    Just hearing the name made them feel different.

    Could it be that everything was just as she had claimed?

    The villagers who had been silent started to buzz once more, asking each other if they had heard of divine skill before.

    There was no exception, none had heard of it because it didn’t exist until Violet just made it up!

    Anything people had heard of or encountered, they interpreted as magic because that was the rule according to their understanding of the world.

    Given existing rules, it was hard to believe in the existence of such an elusive entity.

    Because it was a power that broke the rules, its existence was terrifying.

    Though people knew about the power of magic and feared it, this was a different kind of fear.

    The former was based on rules, which was what the villagers were betting on — how long it would take for the hastily buried bodies to rise again.

    The latter fear was completely beyond the rules!

    If she could permanently kill someone, did this mean that she can fully revive a dead person to their human form?

    At this point, people’s vivid imaginations began to involuntarily fill in the blanks of Violet’s tale.

    It all seemed to happen naturally.

    Violet was like a spider with an extraordinary imagination, spinning a web far and wide.

    Even though the wind could potentially tear the web, just like someone uncovering a lie.

    However, when layers of lies mingled with imagination, this force became indestructible.

    Within the crowd, at that particular moment, Violet sensed the fanatical atmosphere.

    She slightly lifted the corners of her mouth and once again threw out a statement that completely startled everyone.

    And this statement, in due time, would become the most common phrase that the Church of Holy Light used to greet their enemies. Sёar?h the N?vel?ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    “You can select your desired grave now, for the holy light purifies all!”

    If she could kill so absolutely, didn’t that mean that everyone could have the same dignity in death as the thugs buried today, or even more privileged people like nobles or wealthy merchants?

    No need to pay anything, have faith in the holy light, and they would obtain the honor of nobility.

    Why not believe in the holy light then?

    What excuses did people have not to believe in the holy light?!

    “Praise the holy light!” The crowd all shouted out in unison.

    A streak of brilliant light appeared over their heads right then, warm like a mother’s embrace!