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 the situation.
But no one came out from it.
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"Won't you deprive them of their talents?" the comic will asked 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 sense of weirdness.
"That's Cecil 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, and he would never give up as long as there was a more suitable option.
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 calm other people's emotions, 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 say, "In a world with special abilities like this, it's much more difficult for you to spread your faith than in the real world."
Xizel blinked and said gently: "Inspiration, priesthood, talent. These exist, so it is very likely that the gods of this world also exist."
The comic's will paused slightly.
The black-haired boy smiled very lightly and asked calmly, "Perhaps you have heard of a word called..."
"Justified by faith?"
The comic will only felt a chill on his nonexistent back, and suppressed the horror and said, "...How did you come up with this?"
"I don't think it requires much knowledge to think of it." Cesar answered casually: "The key is that Christine's ability has already taken shape, right?"
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 recited the words he had seen before very softly -
Whoever believes in me will have eternal life.
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“Brother, don’t go…!” In the dilapidated shack, the little red-haired girl fearfully pulled the 11 or 12-year-old boy in front of her with the same hair color, “They said that everyone who went to that church would die…Brother, don’t go…”
The red-haired boy who was called the elder brother was silent for a moment, and finally slowly pried open his sister's hand, saying bitterly: "It's because too many people died... that they let me explore the way."
The weakness only lasted for a moment, and he soon regained his spirits and patted his little sister on the head: "Don't be afraid, Lailai. If brother comes back, I will 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, finally 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 wilderness, they were abandoned eight hundred years ago. The powerful gifted people in the wilderness divide their spheres of influence and occupy their own areas. All ordinary people in the wilderness are oppressed by them.
The team of gifted people in the boy's area is better, at least they have a little humanity compared to others. At least they can protect Lai Lai until she reaches adulthood if the boy can't 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 beautiful appearance is just to lure ignorant people into a death trap. Just like a female talent holder in his area.
The boy had already prepared himself for the dark, eerie, and possibly murderous scene inside the door, but he never expected that when he bravely looked over, what he saw would be this:
The hall is supported by white and graceful columns, while 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 the bench nearby, an elderly woman with a peaceful face was reading a thick book to the young people at her knees. It was obvious that she didn't recognize every word, but she still looked very peaceful.
On the other side, a girl wearing a white robe of a style he had never seen before opened the door, held 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 an illusion before his death?
But his mind told him that it was not like that. 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, he only took one step forward before he began to regret it. Wasn't there no spiritual talent holders in the desert? Perhaps all this was an illusion created by that existence? He should have returned the same way immediately!
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, standing calmly in front of him, as if he had been staring at him for a long time, yet as if his gaze had never stayed on him.
For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten his fear. He was driven by a feeling he had never experienced before and blurted 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 to be a human." The girl named Lisa, who was said to be the first to come in, said, "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 ability of blessing 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 fear anymore. And seeing his sister grow up and become more and more cute, he couldn't sleep peacefully day and night, because he was afraid that someone would take 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 ruin before, but now it has been turned into a garden. If the greenery inside the temple is just a decoration, adding a natural and harmonious atmosphere to the original sacredness, then the vines and flowers here make people involuntarily slow down their breathing.
The tangled vines even formed a rocking chair very naturally.
A word came into his mind:
wonderland.
Even the birds that were rarely seen in the wilderness appeared in groups, and there were so many that the boy couldn't even name them. They were not afraid of people at all, and they watched him with their small eyes wide open with curiosity.
"I want Lai Lai... to see this scene 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 are exploiting me.”
The comic will only felt that it was gurgling and spitting out black mud.
Xizel looked at the small light dot that slowly appeared on the faith map created by the comic's will, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly, "Relax, complaining is not a good habit."
Comic will explode:
"We are partners! I am not your servant!"
It would have been better if it hadn't said it. Once it said it, the black-haired boy tilted his head slightly, the curve of his lips deepened a little, and he said lightly: "Oh? Then tell me, what [vital] role did you play in our partnership?"
The comic's will recalled: "..."
The comic will stumbled and tried to speak: "Teleport...?"
Cesar: “Ha.”
The comic's will was choked: "…………"
Your ridicule should be more sincere! !
The black-haired boy lowered his eyes slightly, ignoring the impotent rage of the comic will. He looked at the effects that had gradually emerged on the faith map in the past few days, and cast his gaze further away.
——That was the place where the team of gifted people from the area where the red-haired boy who had come earlier belonged was stationed and resting.
Although ordinary people make up the majority, as the oppressed, their faith is easier to obtain, but 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 talents of the gift holders are originally gifts from God. They should offer their most sincere faith, right?