Chapter 375

Five hundred years ago on the continent of Olay, believers were even more fanatical in their devotion to the God of Light than believers are today.

Because the God of Light often descends and personally blesses devout believers.

The believers are so devout that they want nothing in return and are willing to give everything they have to the God of Light.

Munashe was born into a minor noble family in such an era.

"To walk with God and become a devout follower of the great and bright God" is the high hope his parents have for him.

Munashe grew up in such a world, and like everyone else, he was devout and fervent in his desire to sacrifice himself, just to gain the attention of the God of Light.

At that time, almost no one prayed to the God of Light in order to obtain precious treasures.

But when Munashe was sixteen, the continent of Aolai was struck by a devastating natural disaster.

Countless dark clouds covered the sky, causing the four continents in the east, west, south, and north to shake violently. The rain falling from the sky was like a flood, capable of destroying a kingdom in an instant.

Munashe witnessed everything.

His family drowned in the flood, and his clan was buried by the earth in the earthquake.

Even so, his parents still told him, "It must be that we have angered the gods, which is why they have sent down this calamity. Munashe, you are a devout believer who walks with the gods, you must follow the great God of Light for eternity!"

The sentence that Lingwu saw was written by Mu Nashe himself.

Five hundred years have passed. Over such a long period of time, he may have forgotten his parents' faces, but he still clearly remembers their dying words to him.

He was a devout believer who walked with God.

Even if the gods despise him, even if the gods' wrath makes him lose everything, he still needs to devoutly believe in Him.

Lingwu flipped backward.

After the death of his parents, Munasha experienced many more calamities.

Faced with natural disasters that humanity could never resist, Munashe could only pray to the God of Light time and time again, begging Him to descend upon the ravaged continent of Olay.

Just then, a crow circling in the sky brought an ancient book, dropped it in front of Munashe, who was in the ruins, and flew away.

Munashe picked it up and opened it.

He saw the method recorded inside that could bring down the gods.

"Gouge out your own eyes with a silver spoon, pierce your own throat with a golden fork, cut off your own legs with an iron knife, and carry a holy cross made of stone on your back..."

"Finally, he drained half of his blood, letting it flow into the black mud closest to the gods."

"Invoking the name of the gods."

Below this passage, there was a line of blood-stained writing.

"There's only a one percent chance that all of this will successfully summon Him to earth. Do you still want to do it?"

Without hesitation, Munashe nodded.

It took him three days to find these tools, and then he carried them up Mount Olympus, which took another seven days.

Finally, he cut off his own legs with a knife on the mountaintop.

He gouged out his own eyes with a spoon.

He stabbed himself in the throat with a fork.

use……

Then he lay down on the black mud and called out "Great God of Light" over and over again.

When half of the blood in Munashe's body had flowed out, he was almost unconscious.

Only his devout faith sustained him, enabling him to call out to the "Great God of Light" again and again.

Even at this time, he still had an extremely devout faith in the God of Light.

Finally, he moved the God of Light.

The God of Light descended.

His lost blood was replenished by golden blood, and his throat was restored to normal.

But his broken legs and lost eyes never recovered.

Munashe didn't care; he even relinquished control of his body.

He hoped that the God of Light would save his devout followers.

But He remained unmoved and did not respond.

Calm as if it didn't exist.

Things only took a turn for the better when a brown-haired girl appeared.

The girl was bright-eyed, with a smile radiating from her freckled face.

She said her name was Celia.

Undeterred, Celia led Him step by step away from the summit of Mount Olympus, where He lived in the small house she had built and was carefully cared for.

In these days, the disaster has not spread further.

Munashes understood that if He could see those who needed to be saved, He would abandon His actions of destroying humanity.

Even though Celia saved Him, she continued to save many people, not all of whom were good people.

When a group of people live in a world without laws and order, the bad guys will become kings, and the good guys will either be oppressed or forced to become bad guys as well.

When Celia discovered this, she chose to believe everyone, including the bad guys.

While she was treating the good people who were being bullied, she was also finding excuses for the bad people.

Until all the oppressed good people leave, this place becomes a place of sin for the bad people.

Having lost both legs and eyes, and being indifferent to everything, He was naturally rejected and bullied by everyone.

Until one day, the bad guys went too far and were discovered by Celia.

Celia, however, chose to forgive them.

She said to Him, “No one taught them how to love their companions, that’s why they are like this. I will talk to them, and I will protect you.”

"Protect." This was the first time He uttered a sound.

This was the first time Munashe had heard His voice. It was the same voice as his, yet it was as blank as a sheet of paper, devoid of any emotion.

"Yes, Celia will do her best to protect you," Celia replied earnestly.

But Munashe was very anxious.

Because every day after that, He was bullied by bad people and then comforted by Celia.

And so, Munashe finally spoke.

"Great God of Light, could you please look upon your suffering, devout and kind believers?"

"In this catastrophe, there were newborn babies and many good people doing good deeds; they were all innocent."

When He first spoke to Munashes, His tone was cold: "They deserve to die."

Munashe thought he had misheard.

"W-what did you say?"

“They deserve to die, don’t they?”

Munashe's faith collapsed; throughout his sixteen years of life, everyone had told him:

"It was the great God of Light who created the world, it was the great God of Light who created humankind, it was the great God of Light who gave us light, it was the great God of Light who protected us..."

Munashe completely broke down.

If all of this is the wrath of the gods, then what is the root cause of the gods' wrath?

Why did He say "they deserve to die"?

Munashe couldn't understand it.

Until one day, Munashe gained control of his own body.

The group was still humiliating him. Munashe drew his knife and stabbed at the villains, but was stopped by Celia who was protecting them.

Blood was gushing from Celia's body, but she shook her head and said, "They didn't do it on purpose."

Before Munashe could respond, the sky collapsed.

Visually, with the naked eye, a patch of dark, overcast sky is falling down.

It can crush everyone to death!

Lingwu saw that before she even turned the page, she sensed the Caucasian outside the Holy Maiden's Palace looking at her.

Those indifferent eyes were staring at her.

Clearly, this is not the real Caucasus, but Him.