Chapter 391
"Cynthia!"
He restrained his impending madness, withdrew his trembling hand, and struggled to regain his composure.
"If the world is gone, how will Cynthia return?"
—This sentence kept circling in His mind.
With this in mind, He drew upon His divine power to try and mend the shattered world.
But the divine power that He had relied on since His birth was completely useless at this moment.
The whole world rotted at His feet.
"Why?"
"This world..." He witnessed everything, powerless to stop what he was seeing.
Emerald green meadows, rolling mountains, a fountain adorned with rainbows, and an endless sea...
All of this, all the traces of His and Cynthia's journey, are gradually fading away.
It wasn't until the Holy Cross in His hands was about to turn to dust and perish along with the whole world that He came to his senses.
The next moment, it reclaimed the divine power that had been trying to bind the world together.
He used all his divine power just to protect this holy cross in his hands.
But the Holy Cross, like the world, was still broken into pieces even under His divine protection.
Finally, it turned into dust, flying everywhere in the shattered emptiness.
Surrounded by dust, "Sacrifice" felt a second wave of helplessness in his heart, after being unable to keep Cynthia.
Everything disappeared.
Even the area within His gaze gradually began to darken.
Only then did He feel a familiar suction force.
—This is His original power.
But why is it that His primordial power is pulling Him outward at this moment?
"祀" resisted the primordial power without a second thought.
He would remain here, awaiting Cynthia's return.
But then, He thought of that paradoxical conversation.
—"We met in the future."
"We met in the future, so why did we meet in the past?"
—"Because your future self forgot Cynthia's existence."
Thinking of Cynthia's answer, "Sacrifice" clenched her fist, but the Holy Cross disappeared along with her.
Cynthia once mentioned the Holy Cross—"This is punishment if you still forget me in the future."
"So, will you really exist in the future?" He murmured to himself, "Cynthia, should I take the gamble?"
"I lost the Holy Cross you gave me, you'll definitely come and punish me, won't you?"
"You will definitely come and punish me yourself..."
The golden-haired god's voice gradually weakened, and his golden eyes began to close.
The lips of the deity always murmured a name etched in the heart of the deity.
He cannot forget this name.
Olay Continent, Grand City, St. Peter's Square.
The enormous statue in the center radiated a strong platinum-gold light.
In that instant, it illuminated the entire city of Gran.
The old believers, still clinging to the God of Light and struggling desperately against the onslaught of new believers, erupted in a fierce cheer:
"The great God of Light has descended!"
"Justice will ultimately belong to the light!"
"You heretics who have betrayed the God of Light, your grave sins will soon be cleansed by the great God of Light!"
"Your filthy thoughts will soon be cleansed by the light!"
"You and the false gods you worship will be forever plunged into the abyss of rampant calamity!"
The god, whom they called out to, slowly opened his indifferent golden eyes on his throne.
The moment the god opened his eyes, a tear slid down his cheek.
The tears flowed down His cheeks to His chin, and finally fell downwards.
"Si" suppressed the immense bitterness in her heart and reached out to catch the tear.
The tear that fell into the palm of the god was exactly the same as the tear shed by a base human being.
"Don't forget—"
He stared at the tears in his palm, lost in thought.
"Who are you?"
The "sacrifice" frowned, and then raised his other hand, which was holding the Holy Cross, opened it, and then gripped it even tighter.
“A piece is still missing,” He said. “A piece… is still missing?”
He found the words novel.
He has already given the missing piece to Cynthia.
But He was also acutely aware that the missing piece was not something He had given to Cynthia.
It was given to Him by a young girl.
But who exactly is she?
It seemed as if the voice of a young girl, filled with expectation and sorrow, echoed in "Sacrifice's" ears.
What did she say?
Why can't I remember anything?
"What exactly did I experience during my slumber?"
He had far too many unanswered questions.
But in His heart, the name of a young girl had already faintly appeared.
—Cynthia.
The moment the name was uttered, another tear slid down His cheek.
This time, "Sacrifice" did not reach out to catch it, but instead felt the sense of satisfaction and powerlessness that spread from her heart when she called out the name "Cynthia".
It has been far too long since He withdrew from His emotions and has not felt their impact.
But Cynthia's arrival broke this "too long" barrier.
This influence has intensified hundreds of times since His awakening.
He suppressed the unfamiliar emotions welling up in his heart, trying to hold back his burning desire to see Cynthia.
He gazed upon all things in the divine realm with those golden eyes that gleamed with pain.
Grassland, sky, fountain...
Everything was there, but He still felt something was wrong.
Location? Color? Or appearance?
"None of them seem right."
"But what exactly should it look like?"
He felt pain in his heart, yet he still refused to stop thinking, and even left the throne of God.
Finally, He stopped by the sacred spring.
He lowered his gaze and stared at the surface of the water that had been calm for thousands of years since his birth.
The calm water always filled Him with anticipation.
He was now becoming increasingly eager to see Cynthia's heart.
At the same time, He also felt strange about His own behavior.
It's like...
His memory has been altered.
So, could the person who altered His memories and caused Him grief be the same person?
Could that person really be Cynthia?
Olay Continent
The fact that the statue of the God of Light was emitting light quickly revived the old believers who were in a slump!
They gathered in front of the temple, hoping that His Holiness the Pope would appear and deliver a divine message to them.
Even if the oracle is only one word!
Unfortunately, when Munashe appeared, he merely looked at the believers and shook his head indifferently and compassionately.
"Your Holiness, what do you mean by this?"
Munashe gazed at the person asking the question, his eyes filled with pity.
“The God of Light did not issue any divine pronouncements,” he said.
"This is absolutely impossible! Your Majesty, please pray one more time! Just now, the radiance of the God of Light in St. Peter's Square illuminated the entire city of Gran!"
"All believers have seen it! They are all waiting for the great God of Light to lead us out of the darkness and drive all sinners into the abyss!"
The speaker's eyes were bloodshot, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept for a long time.
Munashe felt sorry for him.
God loves the world, but He, the God of Light, does not.
Just then, a bell rang from the temple.
"Thump—" That was the sound of the God of Light descending.
A dazzling and magnificent light enveloped every believer and devotee kneeling in the temple.
"The great God of Light has appeared! He has appeared!!" The believers stopped staring at Munashe and knelt down in worship.
Excitement filled their tired faces as they kowtowed devoutly, like children yearning for attention.
Munashe concealed her sorrow, her heart pounding violently.
Even so, he still cleared his mind of all thoughts, leaving nothing related to the moon goddess.
He calmly lowered his eyes and turned around. Before he could take a step, he paused slightly when he saw the deity appearing in front of him, and then bowed down in worship.
That's how gods are; just by standing there, they can't inspire any rebellion in anyone. You can tell at a glance that they are gods.
A group of believers were thrilled to finally see the God of Light they had worshipped for so many years.
"Great God of Light, you are finally ready to personally deal with all those who have betrayed the light of your glory!"
"..."
They cheered, releasing the pent-up frustration they had felt for years.
But their god did not even glance at them.
God paused before Mona for his sacrifice.
He proclaimed to the whole world through a divine voice that all devout believers could hear:
"Welcome Cynthia."
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