I am God LSLCCF

Chapter 107: The Conditions for Opening the Door to Godʼs Realm

Stan Tito had another dream. In it, he found himself in a grand palace, carving in a corner.

This place was a manifestation of his will and spirit. He preferred solitude away from the bustle of the world, enjoying the quiet to do his own work.

This was his place of peace, his spiritual home.

Compared to before, his dream now contained not only ancient scriptures but also many of his own works.

He stood before his unfinished work, “The Marionette of Fate,” tools in hand.

The craftsman looked up at his incomplete creation.

“A dream!” he exclaimed. “Could it be… a dream spirit?”

“The being who witnessed the great poet’s audience with God.”

In his hazy state, Stan Tito had a sudden flash of insight. He finally remembered who he had seen before, even recalling their name, the sacred name recorded in the “Final Chapter.”

“Hila?”
As soon as he called out, the entire dreamscape changed.

With the sound of his voice, ripples of golden light spread outward, and an ethereal dream door opened above.

Stan Tito turned to look outside.

A dream spirit, enveloped in fantastical starlight, a breathtakingly beautiful mythical being, descended into his dream.

She wore a dazzling golden robe adorned with sun, stars, and divine dreams. Her bright golden hair danced in the air.

Finally, like a falling petal, she alighted before Stan Tito.

“Marionette named Stan,” she said.

“Were you looking for me?”

Stan Tito gazed at her, mesmerized.

He had guessed, but never imagined it could all be true.

Long, long ago, he had been noticed by God’s messenger.

This was a being who stood alongside the Mother of Life, Shelly, at God’s side.

“It really is you, God’s messenger, the dream spirit who wields the power of creation.”

“Hila, the divine messenger standing at God’s right hand.”

The dream spirit smiled. “God is the great one. I am merely a spirit basking in God’s light.”

After a long moment, Stan Tito finally processed the dream spirit’s earlier form of address.

He laughed self-deprecatingly and explained.

“Noble and holy messenger of God, I am not a marionette.”

“Though my name means ‘stone tablet,’ I am not merely a reproduction of others’ tablets, but can also become a tablet for carving my own works.”

“I can drift with the river of fate, but I can also leap out of the water according to my own will.”

The dream spirit asked him, “Have you mastered your own fate?”

“Or rather, do you understand the meaning and purpose of your life?”

Stan Tito shook his head. “I have not yet fully grasped the realm of the great poet, but I have come to understand many things.”

The spirit examined him closely. “Indeed, you are different. You have changed.”

Dream spirit Hila smiled and said, “Is this what Tito meant by the heart transforming through trials?”

“Well then!”

“Why did you call for me? What do you wish to do?”

The spirit asked Tito.

Although somewhat rushed, Stan Tito had many questions that had long existed in his mind.

What he wanted to know most was the secret left behind by the great poet Tito. Would God truly bestow upon the Trilobite Men the power to create everything?

“Divine messenger,” he asked earnestly, “if we open the door to God’s realm, will we receive God’s blessing?”

The dream spirit told him, “There is no key to open the door to God’s realm. The so-called ‘Final Chapter’ in your possession merely records the story of Tito’s life.”

“Whether God bestows the power of creation depends on how you choose.”

“Only when the Trilobite Men give up the power of destruction will the door to God’s realm open.”

“Hope and light will descend upon the world, and the power of dreams and creation will usher in a new era.”

The divine messenger vanished from his dream, and Stan Tito opened his eyes, awakening.

He sat up and looked out the window.

The moon was eternal, the waves unceasing.

“Only by abandoning destruction can we create light.” —

At the seaside cottage.

King Henir’s envoy arrived, finally meeting Stan Tito.

But Stan Tito was completely different from a few years ago. Now he had inherited the great poet’s power and legacy. In the realm of the Trilobite Men, apart from the king who controlled the beast’s power, few could be more powerful than him.

This change was evident not just in his appearance, but in his demeanor as well. He had grown more mature, steadier, and more self-assured.