Chapter 396
Olay Continent
With the Duke of Leon's help, a young girl named Serafina ascended the throne.
On that day, the crows favored by the moon goddess circled over the city of Gran.
The raven, representing hope and light, has drawn countless words of praise to Queen Serafina.
The Temple of Light in Gran City also ceased all missionary work following the proclamation of His Holiness the Pope Munashes.
Munashes announced that he no longer believed in the God of Light.
At the same time, a book was made public to all mankind, recording the destruction of mankind by the God of Light five hundred years ago.
"How can you prove that this is true?" someone asked.
Munashe took out a dagger and cut his wrist.
Golden blood mixed with crimson dripped onto the ground.
“The golden blood from the gods is the proof.”
"The existence of Munashes, who walks with the gods, is to reveal the God of Light's aversion to humanity."
After he finished speaking, he looked down at his wrist, which was difficult to heal, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"Only the moon goddess can save us."
"If the Moon Goddess had not appeared, I think this world would have been destroyed by the God of Light, who found it boring."
He looked up at the sky, his azure eyes filled with a hope of finding light.
"He gave us life, yet he also deprives us of the right to choose between life and death."
“I know that some devout believers may say that I am greedy, and that once you have life, you should not have any more desires.”
"If one can be arbitrarily deprived of life and death, what difference is there between humans with thoughts and cattle and sheep in a pasture?"
“I grew up under His glorious protection, and was also annihilated by His casual boredom.”
Blood dripped continuously from Munashe's fingertips.
He looked up at the sky and gave a radiant smile.
"In an era of divine supremacy, faith should flow to deities worthy of worship."
It seems that Munashe has found a reason to continue living.
But he was just too tired.
Munasha, who "walks with God," is living a very tiring life.
He wanted to fall into a permanent sleep; he hoped that he would face complete death.
"By the Moon Goddess, your selfish and pitiful follower, Munashe, is grateful for your appearance, which allows me to have the right to choose death."
He revealed his identity to the public.
He then took a deep look at the silent crowd, turned and stepped into the temple.
That sacred figure remained unchanged, yet seemed to have shed all burdens.
Serafina stood not far away, looking up at the sky as Munashe's figure disappeared, gazing at the divine realm she could not reach.
She is the embodiment of the emotions extracted from "sacrifice," so she loves the human beings He created, yet she also mocks their ignorance and foolishness.
She remembered what Cynthia had said to her when she was in her true form as a little raven by Cynthia's side:
“Compassion is like overflowing maternal love, which can embrace human beings like children. But the gods cannot unconditionally embrace promises, as this would encourage human greed. Therefore, indifference also exists.”
"The act of 'sacrifice' initially indulged in compassion, then withdrew it, leaving only indifference. Yet, neither can be lacking; do you understand?"
Serafina nodded, looking up at the sky. "So, I should go back into His body, right?"
In the realm of gods
Lingwu heard the humans' astonished panic, and also the little crow's last soft murmur.
She smiled silently. "Silly little crow."
Not long after, "Si" presented a bright red rose to Ling Wu.
"Cynthia, you've come of age today. What is your wish? Perhaps I should announce your identity to all of humanity. Or perhaps I should..."
His words were interrupted.
“I only have one wish, you know that,” Ling Wu said.
The rose in "Sacrifice's" hand seemed to have withered somewhat. His raised hand was a little stiff, but he still smiled indifferently.
Beneath His calm surface lay a turbulent undercurrent: "Cynthia, in these past two years, have you ever liked me even a little bit?"
Lingwu nodded.
But His sincerity could only move people to this extent.
"Really?" "Si" was somewhat incredulous, her golden eyes showing a hint of helplessness.
The tips of the god's ears gradually turned red, and He asked again, "Cynthia, is this true?"
Upon receiving Lingwu's confirmation, His joy turned the entire sky of the divine realm pink.
Then, under Ling Wu's gaze, He slowly raised the corners of His lips and said, "Cynthia, I hope you are happy, in every day without me."
Lingwu had said this blessing to Him when she went to the Western Continent.
So, He is leaving too?
"What do you want to do?" Ling Wu asked.
The golden-haired deity shook his head and handed the rose to Lingwu, saying, "Whenever the roses bloom, I hope you will remember me."
"Sacrifice's" smile gradually faded. "Not the me of the past, but the me of the present."
Lingwu accepted the rose, and "Si" gave her a smile that could make spring flowers bloom.
Goodbye, Cynthia.
"Cynthia, we'll see each other again soon."
He said "goodbye" twice, and the two "goodbye"s seemed to have different meanings.
"Sacrifice" turned around, preparing to go find the ugly crow.
When He returns, He may still be Him, or He may not be Him.
He stood there for a long time, mentally preparing himself, but as soon as he took a step, Ling Wu grabbed the hem of his clothes from behind.
At that moment, the snow-capped mountains in the distant realm of the gods began to melt.
But He still thought He had hidden it well, and slowly turned around to calmly ask, "Is Cynthia saying goodbye to me?"
Lingwu took out a holy cross. "I think it can bring you peace."
Lingwu originally planned to accidentally drop the Holy Cross when "Si" distrusted her.
But "Si" trusted her to an almost mindless degree, so she had no choice but to take it out herself.
The fingers of "祀" tentatively rose, but then clenched slightly in mid-air, preparing to retract.
“It’s for you, ‘Sacrifice’,” Lingwu said.
Only then did "祀" take over.
As His fingertips touched, He asked, "Cynthia, can you tell me what you are thinking right now?"
Ling Wu nodded. "I'm thinking about the consequences of doing something you know is impossible."
He did not hesitate. "The consequences are not important. What matters is the being who made Him do what He knew was impossible."
With his perfect face, "Si" gazed at Ling Wu and uttered the most unlike-a-love words.
Lingwu calmly lowered her hand, while "Si" looked down in disappointment.
The next instant, the Holy Cross radiated magnificent golden light, and memories poured forth.
"Are you the new god?"
"You're so smart..." You actually knew I was hiding, just waiting for you to appear.
"You're back. I've been waiting for you."
"You know my name, but I don't know yours."
—"I felt the entanglement of a paradox. If we met in the future, why did we meet in the past?"
"I hope I can always hold your hand like this, so I won't lose you."
"..."
"Cynthia, should I take the gamble?"
"Cynthia, you will definitely come and punish me yourself..."
For "Sacrifice", a long time had passed, but for Lingwu, who was outside the light, only a short moment had passed.
As the light faded, He carefully protected the Holy Cross, His gaze gradually overlapping with the pure and beautiful golden eyes in His dream.
"Cynthia, I won't be able to wait for you anymore."
"But thankfully, I didn't make the wrong bet; you really did come to punish me."
He felt wronged and all he wanted to do at that moment was to hug Lingwu to confirm her authenticity.
But he only dared to stand still and say one sentence:
"Cynthia, I miss you so much."
Ling Wu said calmly, spoiling the mood, "Cynthia is going to die."
"With me here, I won't let you..." "Sacrifice" was unable to face Cynthia's death.
As a deity, the "sacrifice" will avoid the word "death" at this moment, just like humans.
“It’s useless. Changing fate, reversing time…” Ling Wu looked at “Sacrifice,” her lips revealing the final words:
"This is the consequence of blasphemy."
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