Chapter 56

Many people immediately noticed the changes in this abandoned church in the deserted area.

To be honest, this does seem like a miracle, but today, when gods have not appeared for a thousand years, more people believe that this is the effect of talent.

Groups of people went to find out what was going on.

But no one came out from it.

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"Won't you deprive them of their talents?" asked the comic will curiously.

The black-haired boy who looked extremely holy, at this moment, was expressionlessly changing stones to cover the bloodstains on the ground. The mixture of blood and purity gave people an indescribable weird feeling.

"That's Cesar Crest's ability," the black-haired boy said, "I never intend to go down that path to the end."

In such an open world full of possibilities, he would never set limits on the unknown. As long as there is a more suitable option, he would never give up.

Besides, he seldom looks back and always likes to look forward.

He was deprived of that spiritual talent before only because he needed this ability to soothe the emotions of others, but this does not mean that if he wants to expand his faith in the future, he must obtain some talent - you know, talent is not omnipotent.

"So what are you going to do?" The Comic Will couldn't help but ask, "In a world with special abilities like this, spreading your faith is much more difficult than in the real world."

Xizel blinked and said gently, "Inspiration, priesthood, talent. If these exist, then there's a high probability that gods in this world also exist."

The comic's will paused slightly.

The black-haired boy smiled faintly and asked calmly, "Perhaps you have heard of a word called..."

"Justified by faith?"

The comic's will felt a chill run down its spine, suppressing the shudder. "...How did you come up with that?"

"I don't think it requires much knowledge to think of it," Cesar replied nonchalantly. "The key is that Christine's ability already has its rudiments, doesn't it?"

The black-haired boy with snowy skin and bare feet slowly walked to the window. He seemed to be thinking of something, and in a tone like an aria, he softly recited the words he had seen before.

Whoever believes in me may have eternal life.

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"Brother, don't go...!" In the dilapidated shack, a little red-haired girl fearfully pulled a similarly haired boy in front of her, about eleven or twelve years old, "They say everyone who goes to that church will die... Brother, don't go... wuwuwu..."

The red-haired boy, known as the brother, was silent for a moment. Finally, he slowly pried open his sister's hand and said bitterly, "It's because so many people died... that they let me explore the way."

The weakness only lasted for a moment, and he quickly regained his spirits and patted his little sister on the head: "Don't be afraid, Lailai. If brother comes back, I'll bring you half a piece of fruit candy. If brother doesn't come back... then you don't have to worry about being bullied for a long time."

"elder brother……?"

Lai Lai opened her eyes wide and tightened her fingers.

The boy shook his head, gave a forced smile, and then left the shack, looking back every few steps.

Although there are government agencies such as the Executive Office in the wasteland, they were abandoned eight hundred years ago. The powerful gifted people in the wasteland divide their spheres of influence and occupy their own territory. All ordinary people in the wasteland are oppressed by them.

The team of gifted people in the boy's area is better, at least they have a bit of humanity compared to others. At least they can do their best to protect Lai Lai until she reaches adulthood if the boy cannot come back.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the fear in his heart, the boy pushed open the extremely exquisite and beautiful stained glass door.

In his opinion, this kind of beautiful appearance was only meant to lure ignorant people into a death trap, just like a female gifted person in his area.

The boy had already prepared himself for the gloomy, eerie atmosphere inside, perhaps even the possibility of murder, after opening the door. However, he never expected that when he bravely looked over, what he saw would be such a scene -

The white and graceful columns support the hall, and the emerald green vines and branches stay obediently and quietly in the positions that suit them best.

Clean sunlight shone through the glass, and in the center was a huge spherical sculpture suspended. He couldn't see the patterns on it clearly, but he could see the arc-shaped rings around the sphere swinging non-stop.

On a nearby bench, an elderly woman with a peaceful face was reading a thick book to the younger students at her lap. It was obvious that she didn't recognize every word, but she still looked remarkably peaceful.

On the other side, a girl wearing a white robe of a style he had never seen before opened the door, holding a beautifully shaped kettle in both hands, and poured the cleanest water he had ever seen into the pool under the suspended sculpture.

The boy began to feel dazed.

...Is this really the place that is said to be the land of death?

Or was he actually dead the moment he stepped through the door? Was all this just a hallucination before his death?

But his mind told him that this was not the case. It was not an illusion.

He had never seen such peculiarly shaped sculptures, slim and soft robes, clean and clear water, and civilians with smiles in their eyes.

He couldn't help but take a step forward.

However, after taking just one step forward, he began to regret it. Wasn't there no one with psychic talents in the desert? Perhaps this was just an illusion created by that being? He should have immediately turned back the way he came!

Thinking of this, he turned around immediately, only to be faced with a sea of ​​silver.

The boy was stunned for a moment, then looked carefully and found that it was a snow-white robe embroidered with golden patterns. The owner of the robe had his eyes covered by silk, and stood calmly in front of him, as if he had been looking at him for a long time, but also as if his gaze had never stayed on him.

For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten his fear. An unprecedented feeling drove him, causing him to blurt out involuntarily: "Did you do all this? You...you, you are..."

He couldn't see the eyes of the person in front of him, but he could see the corners of his lips, which seemed to be slightly curved.

The other party clearly didn't open his mouth, but the voice like an echo from the sky rang in his mind.

"As for me... perhaps you can call me a 'prophet'."

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The red-haired boy stayed in the church all day.

He was extremely curious about the existence that he didn't want to look directly at - simply because he didn't want his turbid eyes to pollute the other person's figure - he could only try to inquire indirectly from those who arrived earlier than him.

——It turns out that the "prophet" is not called "prophet". This is just a respectful name given to him by the poor people he accepted. In addition, there are also honorific titles such as "Oracle" and "Your Majesty".

He said he was not a god, but in everyone's eyes, he was God himself.

"Your Majesty must have had your own reasons for choosing a human identity," said the girl named Lisa, who was said to be the first to arrive. "My mother said that a thousand years ago, the gods fell asleep, and now Your Majesty has awakened... There must be a price to pay for helping us."

Her eyes were gentle yet firm: "I am willing to give everything for Him."

The red-haired boy knew her. She had once begged the gift holder in his area, praying that the gift holder who had some connection with the blessing ability would save her mother.

But how could a noble gifted person care about ordinary poor people like them who were useless? Not only did he not agree, he also beat her up.

But now she is happy and healthy, just like her mother.

...Is all this brought about by that "prophet"?

To be honest, he was moved.

He didn't want to live in such fear anymore. And seeing his sister grow up, becoming more and more lively and lovely, he couldn't sleep peacefully day and night, because he was afraid that someone would snatch his sister away from him and let her fall into the bottomless abyss.

The boy was in a trance and unknowingly walked out of the back door of the church.

He remembered that this place should have been a collection of ruins, but now it had been transformed into a garden. If the lush greenery within the temple was merely decorative, adding a touch of natural harmony to the sacredness, then the vines and flowers here made one involuntarily slow down their breathing.

The tangled vines even formed a rocking chair very naturally.

A word came into his mind:

wonderland.

Even birds rarely seen in the wilderness appeared in flocks, many of which the boy couldn't name. They were not afraid of people and watched him with curious eyes.

"I want Lai Lai... to see this too."

The boy muttered.

Their lives were so hard, and it turned out that there were such beautiful scenes in this world.

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"You're exploiting me."

The comic will only felt that it was gurgling and spitting out black mud.

Xizel looked at the small dot of light that slowly appeared on the faith map created by the comic's will. He raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Relax. Complaining is not a good habit."

Comic Will Explodes:

"We are partners! I am not your servant!"

It would have been fine if it hadn't said it, but once it did, the black-haired boy tilted his head slightly, the curve of his lips deepening a little, and said lightly, "Oh? Then tell me, what [vital] role have you played in our partnership?"

The comic's will recalled: "..."

The manga will stumbled and tried to speak: "Teleport...?"

Cesar: “Huh.”

The comic's will choked: "......"

Your ridicule should be more sincere! !

The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, ignoring the impotent rage of the comic will. He watched the effects gradually revealed on the faith map over the past few days, his gaze cast further into the distance.

——That was the place where the team of talented people from the area where the red-haired boy came earlier was stationed and resting.

Although ordinary people make up the majority, and as the oppressed, their faith is easier to obtain, he will leave here sooner or later. After he leaves, without him as a medium, he cannot be sure whether these people can use their little bit of faith to protect themselves.

His targets weren't just civilians.

The gift holder's gift is a gift from the gods. They should offer their most sincere faith, right?