Four Gods of Creation

In legend, the most revered gods are the Four Gods of Creation. They each symbolize the most original power of the world:

The God of Light, symbolizing the sun, controls the brightness and warmth of the day;

The God of Darkness, symbolizing the starry sky, maintains the depth and silence of the night;

The God of Life, symbolizing the leaves, gives the earth vitality and prosperity;

The God of Death, symbolizing the crow, dominates the end and destination of life.

Their power is unquestionable, but few people can truly understand it. Ordinary people are full of awe for these four gods, but have never questioned why their existence and authority are always hidden in legends.

Division of authority

In addition to the Four Gods of Creation, other gods also have their own domains.

The God of Fire controls the burning of flames. Whether it is the warmth of the furnace or the flames of the battlefield, they are all under his control.

The God of the Sea symbolizes the ocean and rules the endless waves and the tranquility of the deep sea.

The God of Water is different from the God of the Sea. He does not dominate a particular body of water, but controls the nature of water - from trickles to heavy rain.

The wind god controls the rhythm of the wind, and his breath sweeps across mountains and plains, bringing movement and vitality to the world.

The stone god guards the tenacity and calmness of the earth. His authority is buried deep underground, and every rock is his gaze.

The authority between gods sometimes seems to overlap, but never really conflicts. Just like the sea god and the water god, their domains are independent of each other but interdependent, like the countless layers of the world itself.

Human ignorance

However, ordinary humans have an extremely poor understanding of gods. They can only glimpse a corner of the truth from sparse legends and religious symbols, and more facts are hidden under the dust of history. This is not accidental, but intentional.

The rulers of the world, or the state machine, are unwilling to expose the truth of gods to ordinary people.

"Knowledge is a weapon, and this weapon should not fall into the hands of ignorant people." A certain powerful person once said so.

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Therefore, information about gods was blocked layer by layer. Scholars’ research was strictly censored, historical documents were tampered with, and even those who actually witnessed miracles were forced to remain silent.

This is an era of contradictions. On the one hand, human society is constantly progressing driven by science and technology. High-rise buildings have replaced primitive huts, steel monsters are running on the land, and bird-like machines are circling in the sky. On the other hand, those ancient beliefs about gods are gradually regarded as symbols of "ignorance" and are deliberately forgotten.

Even so, some traces are still difficult to erase. In remote villages, people will whisper prayers to the sun at sunrise; fishermen will offer a strand of hair before going out to sea to pray for the protection of the sea god; warriors will carve the symbol of fire on their swords, hoping that the fire god will give them courage.

These rituals seem to have no scientific basis, but they hint at a certain truth: the connection between humans and gods has never been truly severed.

But for most humans, the idea of gods had long since become a relic of the past—a whisper of superstition in an age dominated by technology and reason. People walked beneath towering skyscrapers, their heads filled with numbers, screens, and the pursuit of progress. They no longer looked to the skies for answers or to the earth for guidance; they had machines to predict the weather, engines to tame the seas, and satellites to map the stars. In their eyes, the gods were merely metaphors, ancient explanations for a world once shrouded in mystery.

Yet, this dismissal was not born of enlightenment alone. Behind the scenes, knowledge of the gods had been meticulously stripped from public consciousness. Governments, driven by fear of the chaos such truths might bring, had buried records, suppressed testimonies, and even silenced those who dared to speak out. Libraries had their shelves purged, and symbols once sacred were repurposed into decorative ornaments, robbed of their significance.

Even the whispers that remained—stories passed down in secluded villages, old customs performed without understanding—were seen as quaint relics of a simpler, ignorant time. The state was quick to mock and dismantle any resurgence of belief, branding it as dangerous, backward, or foolish. For the rulers of this world understood something their citizens did not: power flows to those who wield knowledge. The truth of the gods was a force too great to entrust to the masses, a potential weapon that could unravel the delicate web of control they had spun.

And so, the people lived in ignorance, tethered to a system that promised them comfort in exchange for their wonder. They accepted their place in a world of cold logic, never questioning the strange moments when reality bent in ways they could not explain, never asking why certain phenomena were quietly dismissed or reclassified by authorities. Their world was orderly, predictable, and utterly devoid of the divine—or so they believed.

Perhaps, for most people, the existence of gods is no longer important.

But for those few who know the truth, they know that these hidden forces still dominate the world. The country's high-level secret orders, the secret experiments of scientific research institutions, and even the rise of some multinational companies are closely related to the authority of gods.