Chapter 786 - 674: Saint?!!

Chapter 786: Chapter 674: Saint?!!

Chen Fengrui was suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, tears of gratitude streaming down:

"Thank the Lord for your grace and guidance. Your words are the beacon that illuminates the darkness. I feel as if the once uncertain path ahead has suddenly been lit up!"

Feng Mu didn’t reply this time, believing that the Saint had a vivid imagination, and it wasn’t necessary to respond or explain everything.

If a boyfriend doesn’t respond to everything, it’s easy to end up in a bad situation;

But if the Lord doesn’t respond to everything, it paradoxically makes believers more... devoted!

This was indeed the case.

Feng Mu could clearly sense that Chen Fengrui’s inner fervor not only did not cool due to his silence, but instead soared again amidst the silence, reaching a new peak.

Heaven knows what kind of revelation this Saint self-perceived from the "Lord’s" silence.

After a while, Chen Fengrui cautiously asked from the bottom of his heart:

"Lord... If I may ask, why did you choose me?

I’m not questioning your choice, just overwhelmed with fear, feeling so tiny and insignificant..."

This question indeed stumped Feng Mu.

It was Ma Bin who’d chosen them from the vast crowd.

Feng Mu pondered for a moment, thinking it wouldn’t be wise to answer truthfully, so he blandly replied:

"No reason."

Chen Fengrui’s heart sank a little at first, a hint of disappointment flashed by, but what followed was an even more overwhelming fervor:

"I understand. The Lord merely scattered seeds at random, but that doesn’t change that the Lord has favored me. Praise be to my Lord."

What else could Feng Mu say? He found that no matter what he said, the "Saint" could always interpret it amazingly, often better than his carefully crafted responses.

His voice grew increasingly calm:

"No need to praise me. I’m just idly scattering a few seeds in the garden, occasionally trimming the branches and leaves. My scissors have no likes or dislikes, just curious to see what kind of flowers might bloom."

Chen Fengrui’s breath was rapid, his heart surging with emotion.

The Lord’s metaphor was so vivid and profound, to think that in the Lord’s eyes, the whole world was just a garden, with them as mere seeds scattered by the Lord’s hand.

What an... awe-inspiring perspective, such indifference paired with profound affection.

Indeed, the merciful Lord’s gifts and guidance do not seek repayment from ants.

If not for fear of drawing too much attention in the street, Chen Fengrui almost wanted to kneel before the Lord on the spot.

The Lord doesn’t even need his praise.

Tears welled up!

Chen Fengrui’s eyes truly grew moist, and his nose stung, feeling his own insignificance clearly and profoundly.

The greatness of the Lord needs no words; listening to the "Lord’s" indifferent response, Chen Fengrui felt his soul being purified, elevated to a new altitude.

"Praise be to my Lord!"

Chen Fengrui praised continuously in his heart; the less the Lord wanted his praise, the more uncontrollable it became.

He made a decision in his heart—he must bloom the most beautiful flower.

After a while, having completed his internal monologue, Chen Fengrui asked one final question:

"Lord, do you like your garden?"

On the other end of consciousness, Feng Mu squinted slightly.

At this moment, he understood a bit what it meant to have the potential of a "Saint."

It’s not just some fervent belief but a kind of frightening, eager-to-do-the-Lord’s-will, think-the-Lord’s-thought "consideration"!

Look at this attentive question, directly addressing the "purification" issue he had been contemplating.

He was silent for a moment before softly uttering three words:

"Too dirty!!!"

Chen Fengrui’s entire being shuddered, his soul quaked as though he’d received another revelation.

But this time, the revelation was extraordinary, holding unique significance.

The Lord, with undisguised disdain and indifference, dropped those three words like thunder ringing in his mind over and over.

Even though the Lord didn’t ask him to do anything, he seemed to find some value and mission for himself.

"I must not only bloom the most beautiful flower, but also tend to the garden on behalf of the Lord, cleanse the dirt within it. I must not only blossom but also become the Lord’s gardener..."

Chen Fengrui was enlightened.

Even if it sounded like a pipe dream, what could he truly do in a garden even the Lord couldn’t cleanse?

But understanding was understanding!

Raising his head, Chen Fengrui found he’d arrived at the Citizen Registration Office.

That was a temporarily transformed place, with a crooked sign at the entrance, a queue stretching from the inside out, faces intertwined with numbness, anxiety, and a vague expectation.

He took a deep breath of the stale air, yet felt it tasted of mission.

After waiting a long time, it was finally his turn. He looked at the registration officer, who gestured impatiently with a gloved hand to come over.

The registration process was quick, and the archive system recorded his basic information.

"Number D9-734 District-07 Street-0815, Chen Fengrui, aged 22. Citizen comprehensive assessment failed, no skill certification, no adverse records."

The registration process was unexpectedly simple, and he quickly received a card.

The card prominently displayed his citizen rank: F.

Chen Fengrui clutched the card, his fingers turning slightly pale from gripping it too hard.

This wasn’t a sign of compromise.

This was... his pass to infiltrate the Executive Government, marking his first step to becoming a gardener.

Feng Mu gave his final response and then cut off his gaze.

What Feng Mu did not see, or rather, couldn’t see through the possession, was the black line atop Chen Fengrui’s head, vibrating wildly at some instant.