Chapter 33 – The Power of Faith

“Wuwuwu…… Jiligulu…… Gulu gulu……”

After becoming a dragon, Louie’s vision and hearing had outclassed the senses of mundane creatures. If he condensed some of his divine power into his eyes, he could peer into the deepest secrets of the world if he so wished.

He spent some time marveling at his powerful vision. With its acuity, he could analyze the components of matter on a molecular level. With one glance he could peer at the quarks, leptons, and atoms that made up the world around him.

For regular humans of a technological civilization, the elementary particles and fundamental forces were the means by which they understood reality. The Gods, however, were more concerned with the underlying rules of the universe than they were with matter and energy.

The sound Louie had heard was not the roar of an animal, and a closer listening didn’t tag it as any modern language he was aware of either.

Interest piqued, he made his way towards it. Perhaps in San Soliel, he might have been more careful, but here in the forest – as the literal king of the jungle – he had nothing to fear.

Soon the mystery cleared itself up.

‘Intelligent Brain, is this really 21st century Earth?’

Louie asked his companion telepathically.

[The probability of the teleportation having failed, is extremely minuscule. I am confident that this is the same planet that the host departed from.]

Hearing its answer, Louie took a deep breath, “Then why are there still primitive people here?”

In his line of sight, he could make out twenty to thirty dark-skinned people. None of them, male or female, clothed their torsos, and all wore only a short piece of cloth over their loins. Their skins were painted with strange colors. Of the men, some had pierced lips while the women had coiffured their hair in exotic hairstyles.

They carried wooden spears, and some held crude bows and arrows whilst herding a group of crocodiles by the other side of the river.

Through the gaps between the trees, Louie could make out straw houses in the distance. This confirmed his perception of the people’s underdevelopment.

“Hmm? Primitive people?”

A spark of insight flitted through his brain, “I got it! So I’m in the Amazon rainforest!”

When he was an undergraduate student, Louie loved to watch television and read books. Although he did not know the technical details of things, he knew a lot of trivia.

The clues had all perfectly aligned for Louie. The tropical rainforest, the primitive tribes; with these alone Louie could guess where he was.

“Am I in Brazil? Or perhaps some other country?”

“Wuwuwu…… Jiligulu…… Gulu gulu……”

After becoming a dragon, Louie’s vision and hearing had outclassed the senses of mundane creatures. If he condensed some of his divine power into his eyes, he could peer into the deepest secrets of the world if he so wished.

He spent some time marveling at his powerful vision. With its acuity, he could analyze the components of matter on a molecular level. With one glance he could peer at the quarks, leptons, and atoms that made up the world around him.

For regular humans of a technological civilization, the elementary particles and fundamental forces were the means by which they understood reality. The Gods, however, were more concerned with the underlying rules of the universe than they were with matter and energy.

The sound Louie had heard was not the roar of an animal, and a closer listening didn’t tag it as any modern language he was aware of either.

Interest piqued, he made his way towards it. Perhaps in San Soliel, he might have been more careful, but here in the forest – as the literal king of the jungle – he had nothing to fear.

Soon the mystery cleared itself up.

‘Intelligent Brain, is this really 21st century Earth?’

Louie asked his companion telepathically.

[The probability of the teleportation having failed, is extremely minuscule. I am confident that this is the same planet that the host departed from.]

Hearing its answer, Louie took a deep breath, “Then why are there still primitive people here?”

In his line of sight, he could make out twenty to thirty dark-skinned people. None of them, male or female, clothed their torsos, and all wore only a short piece of cloth over their loins. Their skins were painted with strange colors. Of the men, some had pierced lips while the women had coiffured their hair in exotic hairstyles.

They carried wooden spears, and some held crude bows and arrows whilst herding a group of crocodiles by the other side of the river.

Through the gaps between the trees, Louie could make out straw houses in the distance. This confirmed his perception of the people’s underdevelopment.

“Hmm? Primitive people?”

A spark of insight flitted through his brain, “I got it! So I’m in the Amazon rainforest!”

When he was an undergraduate student, Louie loved to watch television and read books. Although he did not know the technical details of things, he knew a lot of trivia.

The clues had all perfectly aligned for Louie. The tropical rainforest, the primitive tribes; with these alone Louie could guess where he was.

“Am I in Brazil? Or perhaps some other country?”