Chapter 385

This time, He was reborn into the body of a twelve-year-old girl.

The little girl's family is very poor, and her mother was diagnosed with an incurable disease six months ago.

On a cold winter night, a little girl huddled in her mother's arms, clutching a shivering puppy. The two of them and the dog squeezed together in the drafty room.

Lingwu looked at him.

At the same time, He opened His extremely pure eyes.

Those eyes were so clear and pure, like a spring in the realm of gods.

Just as He said, He can no longer sense Ling Wu's presence.

He was confused, then hugged the puppy tighter and pulled the blanket over his mother more before closing his eyes.

A month later, the mother passed away, entrusting the little girl to the girl's uncle before her death.

Before leaving, the girl neither cried nor laughed. She simply held the puppy and took a deep look at the dilapidated house before leaving with her uncle, who looked troubled.

My uncle's family had a son and a daughter, and they weren't very wealthy, so the girl became a child laborer in my uncle's household.

She didn't go to school, but whenever she saw her uncle's children reading, she could point out the secrets in their books.

Before long, the girl became well-known in the town.

The uncle and aunt valued the girl who could bring them fame and money very highly.

Gradually, the son and daughter began to resent the little girl.

They believed that the girl had stolen their parents away.

So one night, the son and daughter killed the girl's dog.

The girl neither cried nor laughed; she simply cleaned up the blood and buried the puppy in the soil.

Lingwu, who had been observing from the sidelines, noticed a very faint shade of ink appearing in the girl's bright eyes.

The girl looked down at the small mound of earth and stared at it all night.

As dusk faded and dawn broke, the girl reached out and grasped the first ray of sunlight, saying with certainty:

"If I were the God of Light, I would never forgive these selfish and indifferent humans."

Ling Wu was standing nearby.

She witnessed the indifferent "Sacrifice" now appearing as a young girl, and heard her speak words that contradicted her own.

Later, the girl became more and more outstanding, and one day she finally got together with a powerful and wealthy man.

Unfortunately, her eyes were gouged out that very night.

The powerful and wealthy admired these eyes, exclaiming, "The most precious gems in the world are not even a fraction as bright as these."

Then, the powerful man gave the girl a bag of gold coins and let her go.

The girl, who had lost her eyes, was carrying a bag of gold coins and had just left the territory of the powerful when she was killed by bandits.

A burst of light appeared when the girl was killed.

The entire night was as bright as day.

The robber was so frightened that he wet his pants and knelt on the ground, constantly repenting.

This time, "Sacrifice" did not forgive him, but instead looked down at him indifferently, his tone extremely detached:

“You have offended God.”

"God will not forgive you."

With that shout, the robber was engulfed by the platinum-gold light.

"Si" departs and appears before the powerful and wealthy.

He took back the eyes that belonged to him and returned the gold coins to the powerful.

The powerful and wealthy, like robbers, knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for the gods' forgiveness.

He asked, "If I were to buy your life with my wealth, would you be willing?"

The powerful and wealthy shook their heads, trembling.

"Si" didn't look at the powerful and wealthy, but instead looked at where Ling Wu was, and asked, "Do you think I should agree?"

Lingwu knew that this was just a dream, and that everything had actually already happened.

But she still replied, "If he doesn't want God to take his life, then he'll pay another price."

"You're so smart."

"Si" smiled because His companion could speak.

The right hand of God pointed at the powerful and wealthy, and said, “I have taken away all your power and wealth in exchange for the life that God should have taken away.”

The "sacrifice" disappeared from there and came to the girl's uncle's house.

The uncle's son and daughter already knew that the girl was the incarnation of the God of Light.

They knelt on the ground and repented before the "sacrifice" even appeared.

He didn't look at them, but instead asked Lingwu, "How should their sins be punished?"

Lingwu was still wearing the long dress that Ruola had woven for her, and her dark curly hair softened in the light.

She answered, "Experience."

“Experience?” “Sacrifice” murmured to himself, then smiled again. “You’re so clever. I remember this is the third time I’ve praised you for being clever.”

My uncle's son and daughter turned into two dogs.

He wanted to leave, and this time Lingwu asked Him, "Do you think everything is finished?"

"Have I forgotten something?" He asked.

Lingwu emerged from the light, her white dress tinged with the golden glow of the sun.

At this moment, "Sacrifice" felt that the gods had taken on a form other than Him.

"And the mother and the pet that was with the girl," Ling Wu reminded her.

"Sacrifice" pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "Punishment and reward are the two ends of a scale, and the scale in the hands of the gods can only be level."

This time, Ling Wu left first.

Because she heard Karl's call.

Ascaria.

Lingwu opened her eyes. The Caucasian outside the door cheered, and the little crow also lit up its golden eyes in the sunlight.

"Yay~"

As soon as the little crow finished its cawing, Ling Wu brought it to the center of the tenth city.

Karl continued to lead the fervent vows, his black missionary robes falling to the ground, the subject of the Bible in his hand entirely "Cynthia, the moon goddess".

Lingwu finished everything as usual and glanced at the two remaining cities.

At the same time, I noticed that the little crow in my hand was also looking in that direction.

It seemed so excited that it kept making hoarse, "hoarse" sounds.

Back in Ascaria, Ling Wu asked the little raven, "Is your gift in the capital of Saint Louis?"

The little crow's excitement vanished, and it froze again.

Ling Wu smiled and patted the crow's little head, asking, "What is your relationship with 'Sacrifice'?"

“He hit me, I hit him.” It answered shyly, never daring to look her in the eye.

This answer is very simple.

Lingwu nodded, and only after it left did she grasp the Holy Cross and re-enter the dream of "Sacrifice".

The dream seems to have ended a long time ago.

The "sacrifice" sits high on the throne, his eyes showing only indifference, with nothing else to be found.

The moment Lingwu appeared at the divine spring, "Si" stepped down from the divine throne.

Where did you go?

The spring water was calm and still.

His golden eyes never left his gaze; the indifference in his eyes slowly dissipated, finally turning into a trace of self-reproach.

"Is it because the scales in my hand tip towards punishment that you punish me?" He asked again.

A slight ripple appeared on the calm spring water.

Ling Wu appears as a sixteen-year-old Cynthia from the future.

She sat by the spring, her long, curly, jet-black hair cascading down her back, her white dress so elegant and beautiful that even the folds seemed sacred.

She didn't answer "Sacrifice's" question, but instead looked around at the vast white world and sighed, "Sacrifice, this place isn't beautiful."

“I can make it look good, if you want,” “祀” replied.

He looked at her changed appearance before him, and the scenery that appeared when He touched her fingertips.

Here you'll find mountains, rivers, valleys, continental mountain ranges, forests, and oceans...

Wherever her fingertips traced the scenes that "Sacrifice" had seen when she was reincarnated in the human world.

But He was affected by the negative emotions of everyone who devoted themselves to Him, so He also loathed these sights.

The boundless white expanse can wash away His disgust for humanity.

But the rising and setting of the sun and moon, the changing of the seasons, the blooming of flowers and the falling of snow that came through her hands brought Him a long-lost sense of peace.

He thought, perhaps it wasn't because of the scenery, but because of her alone.

"Si" suddenly thought of something: "You know my name, but I don't know yours."

Lingwu's fingertips brushed across the soft grass, and against the backdrop of the lush green, her slender fingertips appeared even more delicate.

She tilted her head back, her black hair falling over her shoulders.

Her face was so stunning that no one in the entire divine realm could compare to her.

"Are you really curious?" Ling Wu asked.

"Si" could not understand the violent beating of his heart. He simply nodded and then tried to cover his face.

And He did just that.

The creature Lingwu had seen perform this action the most was the little crow.

However, she had already guessed it, so she didn't show any surprise.

"My name is Cynthia."

“Sacrifice, do not forget me.”

After Lingwu finished speaking, she stirred a ripple in the spring water with her fingertips and then disappeared into the vast and boundless divine realm.