Grand Ceremony (Part 2)

Initially, the church did not want to hold this great ceremony.

Although it may sound disrespectful to say this, the church is built on the basis of the power of the gods and is their spokesperson in the secular world. Once the great ceremony is used to communicate with the gods, the answer obtained will determine the life or death of the church.

If the gods were to abandon them, many devout believers would probably go completely crazy. If they were to ask themselves, the archbishops didn’t even know if they could survive this.

However, this matter must be done.

The bishops gathered in the church, with no other attendants. They all had unhappy expressions on their faces.

A bishop held the latest report and couldn't help sighing: "The Noble Association's behavior this time is too shameless. They mixed in a large number of people during this riot and incited the emotions of the believers. In addition, the spies of the traitors in the south took the opportunity to do evil. We knew it was a conspiracy, but we had no way to refuse it. If we don't take this opportunity to respond positively and appease the people, it won't be long before the church completely collapses."

Another bishop hesitated and said, “But once it is held and we really get the answer…”

The oldest bishop interrupted him and said firmly, "No, it must be wrong. Our Lord will not abandon us! His will must have been distorted."

The other party sighed: "Old man, even if we can change God's will, let's not talk about whether that person will care. Even if he doesn't care, we can hide it from those believers. Can everyone here withstand it?"

He looked around, and the people he saw lowered their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.

"To be able to climb to this position, you must have passed the test of faith. Do you dare to say that you will not collapse when you hear this? Will you not doubt your own significance?"

“…”

Everyone was speechless. In the silence, the youngest bishop stood up with an extremely serious expression.

"If you ask me, there must be something wrong with the gods."

Everyone present was shocked. Believers can speak out about this, the noble association can speak out, and even some priests can speak out, but they cannot. Those standing here are the ones who will guide the future direction of the church. If even they have doubts, how can the church move forward?

"Bishop Fink, be careful what you say and do!"

The young bishop ignored their criticism and said to himself, "You don't dare to say it, but I do. The former pope's choice was wrong. He shouldn't have chosen the Son of God to embark on the path to godhood. His heart is not with us at all."

"How dare you question the decision of His Holiness the Pope? Have you forgotten his favor? If it weren't for his nod, you would still be just a high priest now!"

"I know, of course I know. But the Pope is dead. If he were alive now, he would agree with me."

Fink refuted passionately, with fire burning in his eyes: "Do you know how people outside evaluate us? They say that churches are a bunch of weaklings! Do you know how many believers lose their faith every day! If this continues, the church will only be doomed to extinction!"

"I know! But what's the use, Fink? You have to know that the church exists because of God. We have countless ways to fight back, but we can't fight against God... Our glory, everything in the church comes from God. I am more painful than you, but we can't do anything."

"We have done our best, and the rest is what we deserve. If God betrays us, we can choose to abandon Him."

This plan shocked everyone. The oldest bishop was shocked: "Is this what you think? If there is no God, how can priests purify the pollution? Our current circle of competence comes from the gift of God."

"There will always be a way. Aren't the Noble Association and the Mechanical City promoting purification machinery? Since they stepped on the blood of the church to rise to power, we have to have a bite of meat."

Fink's voice was extremely cold: "First, tell the believers about the false gods, attract their hatred, vent their inner fears on their faith in the gods, and then negotiate with the gods. If they agree, we will announce that the gods have returned. If they disagree, we will find a way to establish a new god. When the ascension ceremony begins, they must still take action."

This series of plans is meticulous and detailed. Although it is somewhat difficult to implement, I don't know how many times the other party has thought about the wording behind the scenes and has been waiting for such an opportunity to speak it out.

The oldest bishop's chest rose and fell violently, and he even felt dizzy: "Impossible, we cannot disobey our Lord! This is disobedience, this is betrayal, this is abandoning faith!"

"So we are going to pin our hopes for the survival of the church on that high and mighty thing!?"

Fink punched the wall and roared in a low voice. He wiped his face fiercely, and there was a red and cruel look in his eyes.

"I will never let the church disappear like this!"

After he stormed off, the bishops who were still standing there sighed. A nice-looking bishop tried to ease the atmosphere: "Fink is still young and cares more about the reputation of the church. We should give him enough time to recover."

"Let him be, he will understand soon enough. We have more important things to do."

The oldest bishop looked toward the corner, where stood a man who had remained silent.

"Santo, this grand festival is left to you."

The other person bowed slightly and said in a hoarse voice: "My honor."

…

The so-called grand festival.

It is a grand ceremony that gathers faith and questions the gods with the soul.

Normally, the Pope is responsible for communicating with God. But after the death of the previous Pope, the Church faced an extremely embarrassing situation.

The previous pope did not appoint a successor, and the new god did not grant the grace to choose his representative in the world. Coupled with the frequent occurrence of various incidents and the selfishness of the bishops, the selection of the pope was delayed.

In the absence of the Pope, Santo is undoubtedly the most suitable candidate. He has a long history and the deepest connection with the new gods. Although according to his rank, he should not be the one to perform the ceremony. But in this case, experience is sometimes more useful than rank.

For this reason, the church deliberately promoted Santo's level in advance to avoid conflicting with the gods.

Faith is the lamp, offering is the tower. The water flows around the huge golden plate, surrounded by

Whenever there is a disaster in the world, people pray to the gods. In the past, the God of War Church held a grand ceremony to summon the power of the God of War to kill the invading Demon King with one blow. The Goddess of Magic Church held a grand ceremony to use the power of the gods to disperse the magic tide on the water surface and prevent the coming world-destroying flood. The God of the Burning Sun Church held a grand ceremony to summon a new sun and burn to death the shadow tyrant who attempted to occupy the main world...

Countless treasures were piled up on the altar, and the fat almost overflowed from the plate. The candles used were the most holy, and the lambs were fat and the calves were tender, all of which were only three days old from their mothers' wombs.

Santo, dressed in his best attire, lay in the center of the golden plate. Hundreds of priests knelt before the altar and prayed devoutly, while countless others prayed silently in the room. The scent of benzoin was like a cloud and mist.

His soul ascended to the golden and splendid holy place. Guided by the fragrance, Santo climbed the stairs and walked the long way to the throne.

Exquisite statues of gods stood on both sides of the road. The believers looked at the gods on the throne, and their temples had many more white hairs. In a short time, Santo could hardly describe his feelings. He had witnessed too many tragedies.

Humans fell to their knees, their voices almost like prayers: "My Lord, please open your eyes and look at this world. Without your care, where will these lambs go?"

He personally brought the Son of God back from the remote south and led him into the church. Santo still remembers that his arrival brought hope to everyone. When seeing the light of heaven shining, many people couldn't help but shed tears, just because they saw hope.

He never thought that one day the gods would abandon them. In his humble begging, he heard a soft sigh from the end of the stairs.

"I know."

I know that this will cause turmoil and crisis for humanity, and I know that this will cause the death of a large number of believers.

I know how devastating this would be for the Church, and I know how hard it would hit you.

I know the consequences of a split in the Church. I know your pain, struggle, and despair.

But I did it anyway.

When he understood what the other party meant, Santo suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and his body staggered and was about to fall.

At this moment, he thought of many things: the smiles and piety of the believers. With the grace of God, he had purified those filthy beings countless times and protected important people. He prayed day and night, just asking God to continue to exist.

Belief, following, favor... whatever words you use, gods are even more important to them than their relatives. With just one word from them, Santo is willing to die.

But at this moment, he disobeyed the will of God and looked up at the figure stubbornly, trying to find an answer. The bright light pierced into his eyes, making him cry.

"God, why do you want to do this? Are you going to abandon us?"

“….”

The silver-haired god lowered his eyes, his face blurred. He seemed to sigh softly: "Santo, come forward and see the reality of this world."

The bishop bowed to the ground, then stood up and climbed the long stairs. Translucent flower vines surrounded him, as if protecting and guiding him.

——Then he saw it.

The silver-haired new god sat on a gorgeous throne, looking calmly at the audience. An indescribable monster curled up in its cracked chest and abdomen, like an egg being hatched.

Just seeing it made Santo's eyes hurt. The vines dispersed the pollution and maintained his sanity. And this was just the most insignificant thing.

Santo stared blankly at the new god in front of him, unable to understand for a moment.

Why is there something so vile and blasphemous about Him? Why does a god look like this? Why...

"What's going on, Your Highness?"

"As you can see, there are no gods in this world anymore. The one sitting before you is just a divine evil. The previous Lord of All Things and All Powers was the same. Before I become a monster, humans must elect the next Son of God, and pass it down from generation to generation to maintain the existing order of the church."

“But there is a limit to all this.”

The silver-haired god said this, gently waving his right hand. A fine white mist obscured Santo's vision, and eventually formed a huge fog.

"Pollution will only increase. The area where humans live will become smaller and smaller. The amount of pollution that needs to be purified will increase. The promotion of new gods will become more and more difficult, and their time in office will become shorter and shorter. After this, mankind will gradually come to an end."

"Is this why you are the way you are now?"

“It’s more than that.”

The silver-haired young man stared into his eyes, as if he could see the distant future through them.

"Santo, the priest who led me to this land. I know why you are here."

"Millions of years ago, the World Tree gave birth to its offspring. In addition to humans, there was also a huge evil god. He was ignorant and chaotic, hungry, and devoured the universe and the stars. So in an endless cycle, he was thrown into reincarnation, experienced the baptism of time and was reborn from the seal. But one day he will come back again and devour everything in this world."

"Having said this, I believe you have already known my true identity. I am not a god who can save everything, but a monster that will hatch and destroy the world someday in the future."

"For a long time, I have been confused about my identity. A meat cocoon, even if I live in human form. Are my thoughts and actions derived from my own thoughts, or are they driven by instinct? Is my existence real? Is everything I do just to use heaven as bait to absorb energy for Him? Until recently, I didn't understand these things. But there is one thing that is beyond doubt."

The silver-haired god's voice was soft and nostalgic. Santo looked at him blankly, like a helpless child waiting for an answer. The god smiled slightly, which was probably the softest smile he had ever shown.

"I love humanity more than I ever thought possible."

"Since I was born, I have met all kinds of people. They have taught me a lot. I once studied with the followers of the God of Death and sat by the sea side by side with great knights. I once defeated the ancient gods and was written into stories. I was once a dead thing, and then I gained emotions and life because of humans. From then on, I had a name, and when I became a member of the Land of Stars, I swore that I would love humans."

"In all my lives, I will never give up on you. To this end, humans must learn to be independent. All I can do is to send you on your final journey, just like the Lord of All Things and All Powers once did."

The spark that the gods had escorted to his hands with great difficulty was now delivered to humans by the new gods.

This process was destined to be full of pain. The god looked calmly at the bishop in front of him and issued his will.

"I give you two choices."

Following the sacred voice, two roads appeared in front of the bishop.

A golden and brilliant sound conveys sincere prayers.

It is a very lively street where everyone lives and works in peace and contentment.

He said, "There are two paths before you."

"If you choose the first option, the church will dominate the world, carry out God's will, and enjoy human offerings until humans completely disappear a hundred years later."

"If you choose the second option, the church will decline or even disappear, and the authority of purification will fall into the hands of humans, which will give it a glimmer of hope."

Santo's eyes were full of blood: "My Lord, must we choose one of these two roads? Is there no parallel road?"

The god on the throne was silent for a long time, and then slowly said: "I really want to answer you [Of course, because what you believe in will be rewarded]. But even gods have things beyond their power. In the past, present and future, you will face countless choices."

"I am grateful for your help, priest. You have truly helped the egg named Canaan to ascend to the throne of God. Therefore, I repay you with sacrifice. I will guide mankind to a way out, even if this road is bloody. But this is not absolute. God is always watching the world, and only humans are the ones who make choices."

"I promise you, with all my strength, whichever path you choose. Every tear you shed, every drop of blood you spill will not be in vain."

Looking at the two roads, the bishop knew the outcome. He laughed and then began to cry, his cry filled with sorrow and despair.

He is 51 years old this year and has been in church for 45 years since he was 6. The church is not only his faith, but also his home.

Santo had never thought that this huge building would collapse one day until he stood before the choice given by God. At this moment, his straight back hunched down, and all the power struggles were no longer important. Santo staggered to the intersection and asked the last question.

"My Lord...will mankind prosper after this?"

The god on the throne paused for a moment and answered in an unquestionable tone.

"Of course."

"Then I will not have failed the original intention of our ancestors in establishing the church. As for any insults that come my way, I will bear them all."

Santo laughed bitterly, walked on the long road and never looked back.

He missed a step and fell heavily. The bishop, who was lying in the middle of the white lilies and red coral fruits, suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for breath.

The brilliant lights went out one by one, symbolizing the end of the sacrifice.

The others rushed forward to support Santo. The bishop's upright back was slightly hunched. Looking at the faces full of expectation, Santo opened his mouth, but could not speak for a while.

What happened? What was the result? God must have seen our piety!

Facing those joyful eyes, it was as if a huge stone blocked his throat. At the very end, he sighed deeply. In the sigh, the lights were bright, and the faces of the people were as pale as ghosts. The bishop lowered his head and dared not look at their faces. Only his lips trembled and made a weak sound.

"Let us...surrender."

Before anyone else could say anything, Fink strode over and grabbed him by the collar.

"What are you talking about!?"

The collar of his bishop's robe made it difficult for Santo to breathe. His face flushed, and he spoke incoherently: "This is... for... the future of mankind..."

With a clang.

It was the sound of the clergyman holding the golden basin accidentally letting go and the basin falling to the ground. The clean holy water spread along the floor, and under the light, it looked like a pool of cold blood.

…

The church was once again in turmoil, and Bishop Santo was placed under surveillance on charges of treason.

This was to be expected. After all, he had said something blasphemous, and it was not easy for him to survive. Santo knelt in front of the faceless idol, and the pain made him a little breathless.

It was the third day of being locked up, and Santo was still thinking about God's words until he heard the sound of a door opening behind him.

The bishop did not move until the man came around in front of him and picked up the offerings on the table and started eating.

"You seem to be fitting in here pretty well."

As the other party spoke, Santo raised his head: "I didn't expect to see you here. What should I call you, Louis, Filin, Peter, Essen, Poison, or something else?"

"Those are just convenient names. Don't bother."

Poison waved his hands nonchalantly and sat down in front of Santo. This was not a problem for him at all. As a bishop, he knew the situation in the Holy City very well. He easily bypassed the guards with the help of the teleportation gate and found the confinement room where Santo was imprisoned.

"In fact, I don't want to get involved in your affairs at all. The last pope said that as long as I worked hard in the church, he would not kill me and would even clean up my mess. Now that he is dead, that damn god insists on me being the pope. But I know that I am not suitable for this job at all."

Santo felt a dull pain in his heart when he heard this, and he subconsciously grasped the holy emblem on his chest.

Poison sneered, "Don't act like that. You've just been abandoned by the gods, not dead."

"I'd rather die!"

"Hahaha, then go to hell."

The man grinned and threw a dagger in front of Santo. The blade reflected the cold light, illuminating the pale face of the bishop. The former squatted down and patted Santo's face contemptuously.

"Coward, if you can't accept reality, then go die. Of course, death is easy, only the living will have trouble. If you can't even bear this, then your faith is worthless."

"What do you know!?"

"Since I entered the church, I have believed in my Lord devoutly. He blesses the world, and we offer our faith. If there is no Lord, what will happen to pollution and humanity? We will all die!"

Santo's face was distorted. He couldn't control his emotions and punched Du Yao in the face. The latter turned his face away suddenly, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth. He licked the corner of his mouth and smiled nonchalantly.

"Isn't that quite telling? You are just a coward, afraid of death, afraid of falling into the dark mist, afraid of being without the protection of God, just like a poor bug that cries without a mother."

Santo asked: "Aren't you afraid of the black fog? Do you dare to say that you are not afraid of pollution?"

"I'm scared. I'm scared to death. For someone like me, as long as there's a glimmer of hope, I'll just keep living. That's why I won't rely on the mercy of other beings for my life. If I want to survive, the only one I can rely on is myself."

Poison answered without hesitation, his eyes fixed on the bishop in front of him, and his words revealed the arrogance of a lone wolf.

"We now have machines that purify pollution, and cities that stand at the forefront of the fight against the black fog. We have loyal bloodline warriors, advanced machinery, and a large amount of food. The church is corrupt, but when you joined the church, was it for God, for power, or to become the person who reaches out to your former self?"

"I……"

Santo moved his lips, and the answer was self-evident at this moment. Poison laughed, and the corners of his injured mouth moved. He hissed, "You were hit really hard."

Santo said sorry awkwardly. The latter shrugged and didn't care about this little thing.

"Anyway, if you make a decision, you are always welcome to come to the south to find me."

Duyao got up and left, leaving the dagger on the ground. Santo stared at it for a long time, then put it away silently.

This night was destined to be a night of restlessness for him.

It was not until the fifth day that Santo drank his first sip of water and asked to go to the temple to worship the gods and accept the teachings of the church. The latter fulfilled his wish and performed a public atonement.

"Do you realize your mistake, Bishop Santo?"

Santo pressed his forehead against the cold marble floor, breathing in the sticky aroma. The incense in the sanctuary burned day and night, and the smell that was once sacred now made him feel nauseous. His lips trembled and he made a hoarse sound.

"I have realized my mistake. I should not misrepresent the will of our Lord because of my own selfishness. He will always look after the faithful believers."

"Snap!"

The long whip with barbs lashed his flesh, causing Santo's body to shake. He gritted his teeth to endure the pain, still praying.

"Merciful Lord, please forgive my sins. Your glory will shine forever on this earth..."

“Bang!”

The sharp barbs scraped off a large piece of skin, but Santo closed his eyes and prayed as if he didn't feel anything.

The voice of poison echoed in my heart, asking, "When you joined the church, was it for God, for power, or to be the person who reaches out to your former self?"

Of course, it is to become someone who can save others. When the priest of the church cured his illness when he was young, Santo developed a longing for this sacred place. He tried his best to break through the barriers and compete with others, found an opportunity to learn, and finally successfully entered the church, climbing step by step to where he is now. Even though he has changed a lot, Santo still thinks of his former self on many nights.

He was willing to endure hardships and sacrifices, not because he had a strong spirit of dedication, but because it was his duty. When he chose this path, he knew what he should do.

So why is he still hesitating?

After an unknown number of strokes, the executioner finally stopped. Blood flowed down his back, and Santo gasped for air, feeling faint from weakness. He stood up shakily and bowed to the statue, thanking the Lord for the Rite of Thorns. The faceless statue stared at him quietly, neither happy nor sad.

Santo staggered out of the temple. He refused help from others and chose to go back alone. Not long after he walked, he suddenly heard a voice calling from behind.

"Bishop Santo."

He turned around and saw the other person's face: "It's you, Bishop Fink."

"I'm sorry to stop you at this time. You probably want to go back and rest more than seeing me."

Fink smiled at him, his face very friendly. Santo, however, felt a little uncomfortable. He trusted his intuition and wanted to say goodbye. Fink took a step forward and blocked the other party's path.

"Don't be nervous, Bishop Santo. I just want to ask you something. Is what you said before true? Is our Lord really going to abandon us?"

Santo's heart skipped a beat. Although the other party's voice was normal when talking about this matter, he was the first to comfort him: "Bishop Fink, this is not giving up. He has his own things to do, and we have our own things to do. As long as we continue to save those people, God will see our piety."

"So, you really saw our Lord? What did He look like? What was His voice like? Was there anything strange about Him? Or did someone do something to distort the will of the gods?"

Fink approached step by step, bloodshot eyes. Santo frowned: "God is of course the most perfect. You are not in a good condition, go and purify yourself, don't let this kind of thing corrupt you."

"Fallen? I won't fall."

Fink stopped and suddenly became normal. He smiled at Santo as if nothing had happened and said politely: "Excuse me, Bishop Santo. Since that day, I have been thinking about this question every day. Is our God still the God that everyone believes in?"

"Of course, every god is doing their best to redeem their people. We cannot doubt the good intentions of the gods."

Santo answered without hesitation. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "Perhaps from the beginning, it was us. We... shouldn't expect God to give us salvation. Humans can only stand up by relying on their own hands."

"We should not look to God for salvation..."

Fink seemed not to have heard what he said at all. He repeated the sentence and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Thank you, Bishop Santo, I now understand completely. Thank you so much! Yes, you are right."

With a strange smile, he thanked him and turned away. Santo was a little uneasy. He wanted to chase him, but the wounds on his body slowed him down. He could only watch the other person's back disappear around the corner.

Hope it's ok...

The bishop sighed with concern.

......

Fink walked up to the lantern tower in a black robe, with the lights of the holy city at his feet. This was once the most popular place for the church. The sound of the bells indicated the coming of dawn, and many believers liked to come here to pray and convey their faith to the kingdom of God through the sound of the bells.

At its peak, the church even had to set up guards to prevent it from sneaking in. Now there was no one here, and all the guards were sent to maintain order in the holy city. The golden bell hung alone on the high platform, looking a bit lonely.

He looked around cautiously, then jumped out of the outer wall of the lantern tower, like a big black bird landing on the ground. Then, at a speed that was totally inconsistent with his appearance, the bishop jumped onto the roof of the neighboring house and ran out of the holy city.

During this process, he did not rely on his blood vessels at all, but only on his legs to achieve amazing jumping ability. If other people in the church saw this, they would definitely be shocked. This was completely beyond the enhancement brought by the blood vessels. Feeling the coldness of the north wind blowing across his cheeks, Fink couldn't help but smile.

He left the holy city and hid in a nearby hill. On the hillside, someone was already waiting there.

Fink was just sweating a little after running all the way. He laughed heartily: "The medicine you gave me is so effective. I feel like I can do anything now!"

The other party replied slowly: "You are very adaptable. Now that we have accepted the goods, let's talk about real cooperation."

At this point, Fink calmed down his excitement and asked cautiously, "Are you telling the truth? What we believe in now is not God, but a monster."

The man spoke calmly: "I have no need to lie to you. He will devour your bones and blood and let you fall into the black mist. Everything is a conspiracy. After joining us, you will get what you want."

"From power enough to kill a god to a brand new church, everything will be yours."

Fink's Adam's apple moved, and his voice became a little dry: "What will I have to pay? Body, soul, or everything?"

"Don't be so nervous. We only have one request. If you choose allies in the Black Mist, you must give priority to the Artisans."

Fink refused without hesitation: "I can't find allies in the dark fog."

The other party seemed to smile: "If you are not looking for allies, then forget it. If you are looking for one, it must be a craftsman. How about this?"

"...I see."

Fink hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement. These words were not binding, and he would never turn to darkness. Even if he used the medicine provided by the other party, Fink only intended to make a few short-term transactions.

Seeing him nod, the man took out a new medicine from his sleeve: "I brought you a test sample. You can try its power first, but remember, you have to avoid that monster when using it."

Fink frowned. "I cooperated with you just to kill the false god, but you won't let me fight Him?"

"You have only used two tubes of medicine. How can you be on par with gods? Don't worry, as long as you agree to cooperate with us, you will succeed sooner or later."

Wouldn't that mean you'll be caught in the opponent's grip?

Fink thought to himself and took the medicine. He had already experienced the effect of the medicine once, which greatly improved his physical fitness. The only problem was that it conflicted with the power of the church. If he used the power of the medicine, he could not use the power of the priest. But it didn't matter, the latter belonged to that false god, and he didn't care.

Everything he did was for the return of the true, benevolent Lord. Today's false gods are not worth believing in! For this, it is worth everything.

Fink gritted his teeth, tilted his head back and drank the medicine. The smell of blood filled his mouth, and he couldn't help but growl in pain. His muscles trembled, and his bones made a growing and crisp sound.

“Ahhh…”

Strength, incomparably strong strength surged out of his body. Fink swallowed his saliva, and couldn't help but feel hungry in his throat. He wanted to tear something apart and bathe in scarlet blood. He barely suppressed this desire and tried to jump casually. His body was incredibly light.

The bishop's eyes were filled with excitement. The collaborator nodded with satisfaction: "It seems that you have realized the benefits. As long as you have this power, you can easily deal with those who are causing trouble."

Fink clenched his fists, looking extremely excited: "I see, what do you want to do next?"

"I'm glad you didn't turn hostile after getting the stuff. This makes me think we can have more cooperation. This tube of medicine has been mutated. You can use your own blood to infect more creatures and turn them into your own kind. However, doing so will make you weak, so remember to be careful. And getting samples of these creatures is our commission."

"I will not attack the residents of the Holy City."

“You just have to experiment on animals.”

Unexpectedly, the other party agreed very easily.

Fink looked at it doubtfully, but he felt something was wrong. He was not a fool, and he immediately had an idea: "What else have you prepared?"

“We were not prepared for anything.”

Fink said in a strange tone: "Then you are a really good person."

The other party raised his eyebrows: "Good person? No, I'm not a good person. I'm doing this for..."

"I am only seeking revenge on the one who gave me life."

As he said this, he laughed.

A scarlet eye peeked out from under the hood, surrounded by thorn-like patterns, as if pregnant with evil and blood.

Weird, powerful and dangerous.