Chapter 176 The Crack in Fate He is the Most Stupid Human

Vifia stared at Debbie deeply, and after a while she looked away without asking why or how she guessed it.

The three continued to walk aimlessly along the coastline, three dark shadows, inexplicably darker than Vifia's pupils.

Was it the same when she was drifting on the sea before?

Now Vifiya can't find the answer.

There is the wind and waves in my ears, the smell of the remaining warmth of the sun, and the touch of a boy in my palm.

Debbie watched the girl out of the corner of her eye, what could she tell her.

"Do you believe in fate?" Debbie asked suddenly, without blinking even though the setting sun was blinding.

The sea breeze brought her voice, and Vifia followed her gaze. With the setting sun in front of them, the girl's dark pupils were replaced by orange-red, and the black and red intertwined, becoming more and more vivid.

Vifiya did not answer, she knew in her heart that she should not believe it.

"No one is immune to fate." Debbie said with a sense of desolation that Vifia could sense for no reason.

It wasn't the right look for her, Vifiya thought.

"Unless you learn..." She placed her index finger on her lips and smiled slyly, like an ordinary girl, "to cheat fate."

The wind blew the orange and red petals, one by one, just like the future she glimpsed.

Just like the little girl back then, when her eyes were still dark green, she stood before the statue of the goddess, questioning her heart-wrenchingly, and finally received the answer from the goddess.

She made a bet with God.

She walked out of the church, determined to embark on a path of no return.

She wants to find someone, an exception, in the cracks of fate, and she will not stop no matter how long it takes.

She will find a way for the world to reach its end.

No matter how much disgust, abuse, hatred, or blood is on her hands, she will never regret it, absolutely not!

The exposed skin was scorched by the setting sun. Weifeiya felt an endless loneliness in her smile for no reason, and her heart was touched inexplicably.

Debbie took a few steps forward and held out her hand: "It's time to take you back."

Vifia put her hand on him. Inexplicably, she felt that she needed to see the old priest again.

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The night on the island is cool and there is not much light.

A middle-aged man jumped up and down, shouting happily: "Night, fire! Wooden house!"

His voice faded away, and the bushes beside him rustled.

Vifiya looked around vigilantly and brushed off the leaves on her body.

She raised her eyes and looked in wonder at the map of St. Fagus Island projected by the necklace in front of her.

The necklace she had always ignored actually had this function?

Making sure there was no one tailing her, she followed the direction indicated on the map.

She only told Nerys that she would leave the tower.

Regarding Dale before, she thought about it and decided to tell her, but regarding Dale's death, Nerys just remained silent.

Vifiya avoided places where people might appear on the stone road and stopped in front of a wooden house. She pushed open the door.

In the dim corner, the oil lamp was burning with a faint light. The old priest sat decadently on an old wooden chair, without any response to the movement of the door.

Weifeiya stopped a few meters away from him, staring at him. After a while, she said, "Do you still remember me?"

The loose long hair fell on the old priest's cheek. He slowly raised his eyes and stared at her for a long time. His voice was much hoarser than before: "Remember."

After making sure that the old priest was calm, she was about to speak when he suddenly let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hehe." His smile seemed inexplicably sinister in the dark night.

"Abandon everything, it's meaningless." It seems like an elder's advice to the younger one.

He raised his head, not knowing what he was looking at, and Vifiya saw the emptiness in his eyes.

"No one is saved, no one is saved," he repeated unconsciously. "You, me, them, anyone."

"What do you know? What is the world's dust monument?" Vifiya asked when he paused.

The old priest did not move. He answered her question: "I know nothing."

He stared at the dark wood above him, and a soundless silence spread.

An unknown amount of time passed before the old priest lowered his head. As a human being once watched by God, a human chosen by God, he had clearly witnessed that night...

People who do not belong to this world have become the world's monuments.

If he were the old him, he might have executed the girl as a heretic.

…

They were the ones who let her down.

Perhaps out of a desire to make compensation, he opened his mouth, even though he knew that this little compensation was insignificant.

"The Dust Monument is a concept used by the elves of the Western Continent. It means the one who bears the fate of the world."

"The world will never use living things as dust monuments. Living things have many uncertainties and cannot bear their weight."

The fate of the world is the fate of everyone, even a blade of grass or a flower.

How can a human being, an ordinary human being, not a god, bear it so easily?

He raised his tired eyes, and seeing the girl's frown, he lowered his eyes again.

Back then, God said that the world's dust monument had been completed. This was what he meant.

He didn't dare to look at the silk threads on her body again, for he was afraid that he would go crazy again.

But he's already gone crazy, isn't he?

He wants to be sane, he wants to be rational, he wants to keep thinking forever.

Vifiya thought the old priest was joking. What was he doing? Carrying the fate of the world? Her?

It’s not that she looks down on herself, but she doesn’t think that one person can easily bear the fate of the world.

It's too big.

Originally, Debbie said that she possessed the power of "God", but if it weren't for Nerys and the others' description, and if it weren't for the fact that she was covered in blood that day, she wouldn't have believed it at all.

The light of the oil lamp flickered in the girl's eyes. She asked, "Did God answer you?"

The old priest shook his head, a few strands of gray hair swaying. His voice was vicissitudes, as if he had accepted the fact he had long understood, but he was helpless: "God has abandoned me, God will not answer me."

God had abandoned him before he even arrived on the island of St. Fagus.

Ah, he used to be a young man with a bright future and a strong candidate for Pope.

All believers believed that he would be the next Pope, and he thought so too.

Crowned with a golden crown, carrying a pastor's staff, being God's representative on earth, and supported by millions of believers, these are now things he will never see again even if he closes his eyes.

He drifted with the waves, trying to find the place of pilgrimage in everyone's heart. He just wanted to prove that God was still watching over him and still caring for him.

He made it to St. Fagus Island alive, and the moment he set foot on this land, he realized how wrong he was.

He confirmed it again and again, but he was unwilling to admit that he was truly abandoned by God.

"There's not even a statue of the goddess here, let alone a church." His eyes were empty. How could he ask God for help? He didn't even have the conditions to ask God for help.

How can this be a place of pilgrimage?

Vifiya was surprised, what?

She had been living in Sansong Tower, and under the control of Madam Maggie, she had only been out of the tower a few times, so she had no chance to pay attention to the church on the island.

Samsonta's children had to pray every day. There were morning prayer bells, evening prayer bells, and even a priest on the island. She subconsciously believed that there was a God and a church here.

Her attention was always elsewhere, and perhaps her prayers were never sincere.

Now that she thought about it, she did not see the statue of the goddess in the prayer room.

"Why not?" Vifiya asked. She had a vague answer in her heart, but it was incredible.

"Church?" the old priest murmured, as if answering her, but also as if talking to himself, "How could people like us be allowed to go near a church?"

"Saint Fagus Island, a place of pilgrimage." The old priest read out the names one by one, all of which were lies.

"We are all abandoned people." He slowly looked directly at the girl and said word by word, "St. Fagus Island is destined to be abandoned."

"What do you mean?" Vifiya blurted out. His words were simple and clear, but too general.

The old priest did not answer her question, but instead talked about other things, without paying attention to whether the girl understood it or not.

"Do you know the giant screen?" His eyes did not leave the girl.

Vifiya shook her head. The old priest didn't explain to her what the giant screen was. He just asked, "Your name is Xiaohui, right?"

The topic changed too quickly, and the question was irrelevant to Vifia, so she nodded.

"Okay, Xiao Hui." The old priest's expression didn't change at all, but his tone became slightly more serious. "You must listen carefully. You must always remember what I am going to say next."

Vifia's expression turned serious when she heard this. The old priest said, "St. Fagus Island is one of the most important keyholes of the giant screen."

"This place was created by God." Two lines of blood slowly flowed from the old priest's nose. "This place is abandoned by God."

His eyelids instantly turned bright red, winding through the ravines of varying depths. “God will watch this place again, for the last time.”

"Cough cough." The old priest suddenly coughed violently, and red blood spilled onto the ground.

He stared at the uneven blood, felt the burning throughout his body, and smiled foolishly: "God, why did you create?" Why did you abandon?

Vifiya couldn't help but take a few steps forward. The old priest was now covered in blood, and she didn't know what to do for a moment.

Seeing the girl's helplessness, he suddenly remembered a snowy afternoon when he helped a little girl who had fallen. The little girl asked him, "Why do you believe in God?"

Why do I believe in God? The old priest's eyelids drooped. Now, he asked himself, why do I believe in God?

From the moment he was abandoned by God, he asked himself why he believed in God.

Every moment he spent on St. Fagus Island, he would ask himself, why do I believe in God?

He never gave himself an answer.

"Go back to Samsonta and don't come to see me again." The old priest closed his eyes, and only the rise and fall of his chest told Vifiya that he was still alive.

Vifiya did not hesitate too much. She gave the old priest a last deep look and turned to leave. Even if she did not understand what she got tonight, it was enough.

The night wind squeezed in through the window, the oil lamp on the wooden table swayed, and the old priest's thin shadow flickered on the wall.

He knows nothing.

He also didn't know what he was thinking.

He needs to think, keep thinking, and think continuously, so that he will know.

He walked on the path of wisdom and became a complete fool.

He is the stupidest human being.

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The wind blew the cypress leaves all over the ground. The black-haired girl covered her eyes in thought. The necklace that had been placed under her clothes now reflected the most convenient route back to Samson Tower.

Vifiya was a little confused.

She knew why, because the more she knew, the less she knew about herself.

Where did she come from, who was she, and why was she here? No one knew.

She looked up, stars falling into her eyes, and she saw the green-haired boy not far away.

She took a few steps forward without asking him how he got here or how he found her.

She said, "I want to leave tomorrow."

The boy was silent.

"Will you help me?"

He didn't answer.

Vifiya stared at him for a few seconds and continued walking in the direction indicated by the necklace map.

The boy followed the girl, looking at her back.