The continent of Palinkabakama has been under the control of seven gods since the beginning of chaos.
OSRAM is ingenious and omniscient, working hard for the beauty of heaven and decorating the divine realm with skills.
Aldole was a man of many talents and used poetry and music to fill the world of gods with the charm of thought.
Vika is brave and invincible. Although he has a bad temper, he never abuses force. In the first few wars between the gods, he was invincible, made countless achievements, and became famous.
The goddess Gurni has extraordinary magical powers and a charitable heart, and is deeply respected and loved by the gods.
Thelma is the god of nature. She loves life, and all creatures on the earth, including wind, frost, rain, snow, trees and water, are all under her control.
Hotilius was wise, wise and knew everything. He was younger than the other gods and was more favored by Kilda.
Although these six gods all have powerful magic, they all respect Kilda as their supreme teacher. Qilda never used his strength to convince others, and all the gods and envoys still respected him and were truly in awe of him. Kilda's power has never been shown before the gods, but no one dared or tried to challenge him. They all respected and loved him.
Because Qilda controls the only true law in heaven and earth. just!
The gods were doing their own thing, and the heaven was peaceful. The sun, moon and stars are in order in red and white, but cloudy and clear are irregular, falling in the west and rising in the east. On the mainland, clouds gather and fog disperses, rain falls and flowers bloom, mountains are high and water flows as they please. Orioles are flying, birds are dancing, tigers are leaping and apes are crowing, fish are diving at the bottom of the abyss, and butterflies are playing in the valley. It is so beautiful.
Everything in heaven and earth follows the laws of the supreme god Kilda.
Qilda would always convene the gods to hold a grand banquet in the heaven. At the banquet, everyone would drink and compete in martial arts, or recite poems, creating a peaceful atmosphere.
But the earth is much lonelier than heaven. There are endless grass and trees in the sky, the vast ocean, the breeze, the drizzle, but lifeless.
Only in the darkest places where the eyes of gods cannot reach, in those underground caves and crevices, grow evil gods who have incomparable hatred for the Supreme God and the gods. They have a deep hatred for Kilda - because he makes the sun rise every day, and the light makes the evil god miserable.
At the end of another feast, it was impossible to tell whose poem was the best and most moving. Even like Erqida, the god of justice, it is difficult to choose.
The poems written by Osram, Aldore, and Hortilius are difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior poems. Everyone unanimously recommended the three songs as the top ones. Osram and Aldol laughed it off.
But Hotilius smiled and said: "Poems are written according to one's heart, and everyone has their own preferences. It is indeed difficult to distinguish the high and low fairly. Why don't we use our own unique skills and have a good competition."
Everyone said yes. Qilda sat on the throne and said: "During the banquet, we wrote poems and competed, just chatting and toasting. We deliberately competed, showed off our skills, exhausted our thoughts, and each showed his ability, just for the sake of one point, for fear of violating us. original intention."
Hearing what Qilda said, all the gods agreed.
Hotilius said: "It's not just a competition. It's just a matter of letting the Supreme judge according to their respective abilities. Osram and Aldol are proficient in carving, and I don't dare to claim to be super skilled. I just want to enjoy and congratulate each other while laughing. The heart of a heavenly party.”
As we all know, Osram and Aldol have extraordinary skills and profound attainments. Everyone in heaven knows that engraving and engraving are their strengths and Hortilius's weakness. However, he proposed this competition. Although Orans and Ardol were both easy-going and peaceful, with little intention to argue, they were unwilling to lose to Hortilius in their best skills.
So they all laughed and said: "Supreme, Hortilius is right. We haven't done anything for a long time. When he said it, we couldn't help but feel excited. Since we still need to ask the Supreme to judge the completion, why not please assign a topic and let us all work together? Let’s try again after doing it.”
Seeing that everyone wanted to do this, Qilda ignored everyone's opinions, but secretly sighed in her heart. He said: "That's fine. According to what Hotilius said, everyone might as well make a few small statues according to their own patterns. There is no limit on what material to use. At the next banquet, everyone can come together Watch and then judge.”
Hotilius was secretly happy. He was full of respect for Kilda, but quite disdainful of the other gods. He had always thought in his heart that although they were all disciples of Kilda, they all received teachings from Kilda. But he is the only one who is truly worthy of being the successor of Qilda, and no other gods matter.
This time, he proposed to compete with Osram and Aldol's best carving skills. If he defeated them, he could declare to heaven who is the real leader.
Thelma advised him not to be so competitive. But Hotilius said: "What do you know? Look at them, in terms of intelligence, which one of them can compare with me? But they are equal to me in front of the Supreme Being. In front of the God of Justice, isn't this a big joke? . I just want to defeat them and make them feel ashamed and retreat three points in front of me. It also allows the Supreme One to see who is truly capable and who is worthy of being looked upon by the God of Justice in heaven. "
Thelma tried to persuade her, but Hotilius had already made up his mind.
He floated to the earth, looking for materials for the statue. From mountains to grasslands, across rivers and lakes, I finally found a ruby that shone brightly. Even all the gems in the sky cannot match its unparalleled beauty.
Hotilius was overjoyed. Doesn't finding such a gem indicate that he would definitely win! Osram and Aldol could not have found a better gem. Such a gem can only be so outstanding from the day when heaven and earth were created.
Hotilius was very determined and thought that he would overwhelm the two of them during the banquet and bow his head in submission.
The gem was extremely hard, but it was no match for the enthusiasm in Hortilius's heart. He summoned up all his strength, worked hard, pondered and carved carefully.
He was hiding from everyone, and Thelma couldn't see what he was doing. She could only give up and no longer advise.
She walks with the wind and rain every day, patrolling the earth. Seeing the green mountains, forests, grasslands, and blue rivers and lakes made her happier than anything else. When she was tired, she took a nap on the green top of the mountain and let the wind sway the treetops to accompany her. At this time, you can always forget everything.
However, she can no longer be the same as before. She lay on the grass, letting the wind fly around, thinking to herself, "Who will get the supreme praise in the competition?"
Kilda convened another banquet for the gods. Everyone knows that the competition mentioned at the last banquet will also come to an end. Countless divine attendants in heaven are also waiting eagerly. This is a major event that has been rare in the usually peaceful heaven for a long time.
Hortilius was already complacent and thought he had a chance to win. Thelma wondered what kind of exquisite statue Hotilius would carve. She had never seen him carve anything or even knew he could carve. She changed her past habits and couldn't help sneaking to the altar of Hotilius. She knew that Hotilius was not there now. She was looking for this opportunity and wanted to take a sneak peek.
Moreover, she sincerely hoped that young Hortilius would be full of energy at this banquet of the gods.
On the altar were placed the completed works of Hortilius. Covered in velvety smooth robes, Hortilius must have loved his work to care for it like this.
She gently opened her robe, and the shining gems had been carefully carved into a small statue. Thelma couldn't help but said "ah" and was deeply shocked.
She gently held the statue in her hands, and the red gem glowed in her hands, soaking into her heart. Hortilius completed his work perfectly in his own image, lifelike.
He raised one hand above his head and held a book in the other. His clothes were flowing and his behavior was calm. Thelma's eyes could no longer be separated from the statue. She looked at him steadily, her eyes becoming hazy. The eyes of the statue seem to have charm, and the waves are flowing, as if they are alive.
Thelma seemed to see Hotilius coming from a distance, with grace and grace in his movements. He looked at her with such kind and loving eyes. He also held a book in his hand and sat next to her reading quietly. Thelma seemed to have walked to him and sat down next to him.
She had great respect for him in her heart. Wise Hotilius, you are truly omnipotent.
She didn't know how this excitement was surging in her heart. When she woke up, Hotilius stood in front of her with a livid face.
Everything is irreversible. Because Selma saw that the statue under her feet had been broken into pieces.
She couldn't help but moan. impossible! Such a unique gem cannot be so fragile. However, it was scattered all over the ground under his feet.
Hortilius stared at her with a terrible look. She raised her hands to explain to him, but all her words were choked in her throat and she couldn't say a word.
Hortilius turned and walked away. Thelma put her hands on her face and fell to her knees.
The banquet was as noisy and peaceful as ever. Kilda sat on his high throne, looking at the countless gods and angels below. Waiters wearing flower crowns shuttled between banquets and banquets to pour wine for everyone, and music messengers used the sounds of nature to enhance everyone's drinking pleasure. When Kilda saw Osram and Aldol, their expressions were calm. Only he could tell that they were impatiently waiting for the Supreme's judgment. But Hotilius, who was sitting at the end, was not interested. He looked at the wine glass in front of him blankly and never took a sip from the beginning to the end.
Qilda couldn't help but feel sad. Even the fairest person in heaven and earth, who is just like Qilda, still has a hint of parent-like preference for the youngest child deep in his heart. His favorite was young Hortilius.
Among his six disciples, Hortilius was the most favored. He always showed this emotion inadvertently, and he was always careful not to reveal it. However, no one does not know this.
Hotilius could also feel that in order to be worthy of this extraordinary love, he wanted to do everything he could to not disappoint Gilda.
But now, Hotilius was hiding behind everyone with a pale face. Even the Supreme God was powerless.
But he knew that a fair judgment must be made. He raised his hand, the music stopped suddenly, and the waiters stepped back. Everyone knew that it was time for the three gods to compete.
Hilda said: "Osram, Aldore, and Hotilius made a solemn promise. Like everyone else, I want to see what kind of efforts you have made after the last banquet. Now please All three, please come forward with your commitment and we look forward to your outstanding performance.”
The crowd started to make a noise, then became quiet again. Osram and Aldol both stood up and took the gold plate from the waiter behind them, which was also covered with a silk scarf. They both went to the throne and placed the golden plate on the stand in front of Kilda.
The gods whispered. Because Hotilius still sat motionless and lowered his head.
Osram and Aldol also felt strange, and the whispers became more and more noisy.
Suddenly, Thelma stood up, holding the same gold plate in her hand, also covered with the same silk scarf. She stepped forward under the surprised eyes of the gods. Place the gold plate slowly on the table.
Osram and Aldol didn't know why, and Hilda looked at Thelma and nodded approvingly.
They took a few steps back, and the divine envoy stepped forward and lifted off the silk scarves covering the gold plate one by one. When the silk scarf on Thelma's golden plate was lifted, everyone was stunned. The angels were all whispering. Only Thelma looked at the statue in the gold plate with tears in her eyes.
When Hortilius walked out of the room, Thelma knew that all was lost. She lost not only the precious gems, but also the love of Hotilius.
But when she finally woke up from her grief, she realized how serious the mistake she had made was.
The contest proposed by Hotilius himself ended up facing a more terrible outcome than failure. Heaven can accept failure, but cannot tolerate broken promises. Hortilius must have been so angry and mad at what he saw that he forgot how he would face the eyes of the gods looking at him if he went to the gods' banquet empty-handed.
She could not destroy Hotilius's high status in the hearts of Tierda and the gods. She had to act. However, she could not find materials as precious as the gems she destroyed with her own hands. Even if he had, there would be no time left for him to finish the carving.
Since failure is inevitable, what she is about to do is not so difficult. She must make amends for her mistakes.
So, unbeknownst to anyone, she also made a statue and brought it to this solemn banquet to be judged. After a moment of silence, a low laugh erupted from the divine envoy.
Hotilius' face was blood red and he did not dare to look up. From those laughs he knew what was going on. This made him even more embarrassed. His resentment toward Thelma instantly turned into hatred. It was she who made his victory elusive. His reputation was like a jewel dropped by Thelma and turned to dust. He will forever be the laughing stock of heaven.
Kilda inspected the surroundings majestically, and the envoys of the gods were shocked by his gaze and all calmed down.
He looked at the three statues in front of him and stared at them for a long time.
In the quiet banquet, the only sound that could be heard was Thelma's tears falling.
Qilda said slowly: "I want to say, Osram, everyone knows how diligent you are. Among my disciples, you are the most calm and reassuring to me. You have learned everything I have taught you." It is completely integrated into its own soul. When I see your work, I say that even I can't do it better."
Osram bowed deeply, with a smile on his face.
"The materials you use must have been taken from the highest mountain. You don't need to tell us. You can tell by looking at him what kind of hard work it takes to collect these most delicate and hardest granites. And you must forget to eat and sleep. To ponder it and carve it. You tried your best, and with your outstanding skills, you completed this unprecedented work that is both simple and dignified, and also reveals your heart. If I don't give you the highest judgment, It is undoubtedly unfair. So, let us read the last two first and then make the final verdict."
He looked at Aldol's works: "Who doesn't know that most of the most beautiful music in heaven comes from your hands, Aldol. Your poems have received the most praise, and your works have always been outstanding. This one is also different. Extraordinary. Crystal is your favorite. Just like you, your heart is selfless, magnanimous, crystal clear and unobstructed. Isn't this why you are loved by everyone."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Aldole bowed and saluted to show that he was well-deserved.
"This statue is just like you. It is meticulous and perfect, with a handsome face, an elegant posture, and an amiable temperament. It shows incomparable nobility in its calmness. I can see that you have also put a lot of thought into it. If I don't say that this work is... Best of all, someone will definitely say that I am not worthy of the God of Justice.”
"But," he said, "you must know that it is the three of you competing, and the judgment will always be made at the end."
He looked at the statue presented by Thelma for a long time and remained silent.
All the divine envoys could see that Thelma's statue was crude and crude, completely different from the first two. Kilda must be in a dilemma, how to let Thelma get a decent step while failing, so that she can feel less guilty when she leaves here.
This is really difficult.
Finally, Kilda said: "Thelma, my daughter. I want to say, I am proud of you."
Thelma raised her head and stared at Tielda with tears of gratitude.
"Soil is the meanest but the noblest in the world. You are worthy of being the goddess of nature. All things can grow and multiply in the soil because of your fraternity. The statues you brought us, although rough and simple, are sparkling and agile. Lively. You picked up the most ordinary soil in the flower bed, but it seemed to give them life. I saw that your hands were injured. They were scratched when you dug away the soil with both hands. Your blood was spilled. Only in the soil does it possess a spirituality that cannot be matched by gems. Your tears are still flowing to this day, filling my heart with love and compassion."
There was a smile on Thelma's lips, even though she was still crying.
"The soil mixed with your blood and tears is the most precious. This indicates that everything in the sky and on the earth is full of vitality. What is more precious than this?"
He looked around at the heavenly feast, and everyone knew he was about to pronounce the final verdict.
Many divine envoys held their breaths, waiting for him to make the most fair judgment.
He said loudly; "Thelma is the final winner."
Everyone was shocked. Hortilius raised his head sharply.
Osram and Aldol looked at each other, and everyone was speechless.
Thelma burst into tears of gratitude, holding her hand on her chest in fear. She looked up at the Father of the Gods who was smiling kindly, and whispered: "Sovereign, I myself know that I am not worthy of such a judgment."
What she said may be what most angels think.
Kilda smiled and said: "Do you think I only ruled that you won to comfort you?"
"Isn't it?" Thelma was filled with doubts. She is not the only one, almost all the gods and angels think so too.
Aldol stepped forward and bowed, saying: "Your Majesty, your judgment has always been fair. We have nothing to say. However, Thelma's statue is undoubtedly superior in terms of material, craftsmanship, thought, and hard work." Not as good as me and Osram.”
Qilda smiled and said: "Isn't this competition just to show your talents? Is victory really that important? What I want to say is that I said that because of my inner feelings. Now What I want to say is that Selma did beat you. I won't say any more. However, if justice truly comes from the hearts of the people, I have a better way, but if I want to see the end The result will be longer. I wonder if you have such patience?"
Thelma was horrified by the final victory. Although Osram and Aldo were both generous and benevolent gods, they were still worried about Tierda's judgment, so they both agreed to continue the competition using Tierda's method. The other gods are naturally more happy to see the competition proposed by Qilda personally. It must be exciting and grand.
"In heaven and on earth, only life is the most precious. Drop your blood on it, and you will give them life. This is also the most precious of all rewards. Please put them at our feet and lower your head. In the vast land that I saw, let them struggle and fight on their own after they have life. I want to say that all the gods are not allowed to interfere. Let us see who will win the final victory."
Everyone felt that Qilda's proposal was incredible. I don’t know how long we have to wait to see the final result of this competition.
Thelma, Osram and Aldol who participated in the competition agreed in unison. Immediately, Aldor flew down to heaven, thought about it, and placed the statue in the forest that he thought was the most beautiful.
Osram placed the statue on the most majestic mountain of his choice.
Thelma held up the clay statue at the first place she saw when she set foot on the continent of Palinkabakama, and looked at him intently, her heart filled with tender and loving emotions like a mother. The eyes of the clay statue seemed to be alive, and they were looking at her. She slowly placed the statue on the ground and returned to heaven.
The days in heaven returned to normal. No one mentioned the contest again. Hotilius won the victory because of Thelma, and Thelma and Thelma returned to their superficial agreement. No one knows what he really thinks.
An unknown amount of time passed like this. When the god was patrolling in the sky, he was startled by the sound on the ground. In the mountains, dense forests, fields, and grasslands, everything is full of vitality, and the gods are waiting for their growth and expansion with anticipation.
Time has passed for too long, and although not all the gods have forgotten that game, only Hortilius watched it all with a strange mentality.
