Chapter 93

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Chapter 93: Return to the Village of Dusk (IV)

“Just come, help me draw it.” The Prophet was not ashamed at all, but asked for help straightforwardly.

Qi Leren was caught in all kinds of entanglements. How could he help him? Go over and pick up an eyeliner to help him draw the inner eyeliner? If he showed that he was skilled at this, wouldn’t Ning Zhou have strange views about him?! No, he wouldn’t help!

Qi Leren, who had made up his mind, pretended to look at the scenery, while the Illusionist at his side stepped forward. He picked up the eyeliner casually and said with disgust, “How many times have I taught you? Aren’t you supposed to be a teacher? I think Si Ling should be shown soon.”

“…” Si Ling’s expression at the moment seemed to be very eager to explain that he didn’t have this hobby, but he looked at his hands and stayed solmen and straight in the face of his teacher’s request. He didn’t speak at all.

“I am afraid of poking my eyes,” the Prophet said.

“You can grow well even if you poke your eyes out. What are you worried about?” the Illusionist said.

“Hey… Don’t say that, my eyes hurt.” The Prophet covered his eyes and grinned.

The Illusionist traced his eyeliner, and as the Prophet was free, he glanced at Qi Leren and Ning Zhou out of the corner of his eye, smiled, and said, “Wasn’t this task a big gain?”

“Well…” Qi Leren hesitated.

“Okay.” The Illusionist capped the eyeliner and looked at it on the Prophet’s face. “Okay, I think it’s good.”

“Thanks.” The Prophet picked up the mirror and looked at it carefully. He asked the Illusionist, “Miss, what do you think of me?”

“I think you’re strange, teacher,” the Illusionist said coldly.

Qi Leren was speechless. Why were they insulting each other when they were both like this?

The Prophet didn’t care at all about the Illusionist’s mockery. He put down the mirror and said to the others, “There are some things I need to speak with you about, especially you, Qi Leren.”

With this said, the Prophet made a ring, and the surrounding environment changed instantly from a pink room to a beach on the coast of the Village of Dusk. The Prophet, whose clothes were back to normal, sat on a bench by the sea and waved to Qi Leren who stood on the beach.

“Where are the others?” Qi Leren looked around and found that Ning Zhou had disappeared, and so had the other people. There was only him and the Prophet on this quiet beach.

“We’ll talk separately, come and sit here.” The Prophet patted the empty half of the bench.

Qi Leren walked over and sat down beside the Prophet. They sat side by side and watched the sunset that never fell in the distance.

“You’ve been in the Nightmare World for a while, and now you know something about the Devils and the forces of the Holy See, right? What do you think of the factions?” asked the Prophet.

This problem was very complicated. Qi Leren had no time to think too much. He just said by feeling: “I don’t think it is easy to distinguish a person by their faction, just like Ning Zhou. Although he has awakened the blood of the Devil now, I believe he will not do anything that hurts innocent people.”

The Prophet smiled: “What if he did?”

Qi Leren remained silent.

“The trust you give him, and the pressure he gives himself, are two sharp tools that torture him. You are both desperately patient, but there are limits to patience. Leren, you have to face this day sooner or later. What is your choice?” asked the Prophet gently.

“Is there no way?” Qi Leren’s heart hurt, and he asked angrily and desperately, “Has Ning Zhou done anything wrong? Yet why is it him? He is so good, so kind, so pious, he almost died in the lake of fire, just to not hurt the world! Is there no way to keep him alive?”

“He is inseparable from the fate of this world, and so are you. Leren, when you ask ‘why is it him’, I also want to ask you, why can’t it be him? When fate befalls a person, you call it torture, but fate didn’t mean to torture anyone. It just… chose the only hope among the hundreds of millions of roads leading to despair. Have you ever thought that this may already be the gentlest ‘torture’?” the Prophet asked softly, looking at the sunset.

Qi Leren waited for a while and seemed to understand.

“Do you know the original sin in the Holy See’s doctrine?” asked the Prophet.

Qi Leren nodded.

“In this way, the teachings of the Holy See and Christianity in the real world are very similar. In Christianity, Adam and Eve were lured by the snake to eat the forbidden fruit. This crime is passed down forever with love and fertility, and people will make atonement for this crime all their lives. Because of this original sin, people and God can never communicate.” The Prophet moved his finger, and a bright red apple appeared in his hand. He held up the apple and overlapped it with the sunset in his field of vision.

“There is also a story in the Canon, in which gods who came from elsewhere sowed seeds, and only one of them was able to grow the sun, the moon, the stars, the mountains and rivers, birds, animals, and humans. This God created man with his own appearance and talents. However, this kind of God had bred human greed very quickly. Man deceived God, tried to defeat God, and was finally punished by God. The crimes of deception, greed, and disobedience have been engraved on human beings since then, and have been passed down from generation to generation, teaching human beings to restrain their desires and atone for their sins by doing good deeds in order to earn God’s care again.” The apple in the Prophet’s hand disappeared and was replaced by a small ball of light. He looked at the light as gently as if he were looking at his own child.

Qi Leren nodded: “I’ve read the Canon and heard this story.”

“In fact, among the demons, there is another version of this creation story,” the Prophet said.

Qi Leren didn’t know this. He asked curiously, “What version?”

“Those overreaching humans deceived God and killed him. The sin of killing God has been branded on human beings since then, but the rights and glory brought by killing God have also been branded on human beings. Human beings who bathed in the blood of God have degenerated into demons and are the inheritors of the world—you see, God has never appeared again, because He has already died. Therefore, compared with human’s conformity, demons are more greedy and arrogant. They follow their own desires, and atonement is nonsense to them. What they have to do is to become stronger through blood and fire, and then replace God. To this end, the strongest of them challenges God again and again.”

“…Which one do you think is true?” Qi Leren asked.

The Prophet turned and smiled at him: “It’s just a story. Although the relationship between the Court and the Holy See is better, I disagree with many doctrines of the Holy See, like this sentence: 'I was brought forth in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.’ It can be said that Ning Zhou must feel that his life is the portrayal of this sentence. At that time, Maria sealed a third of the demon crystal that destroyed the Devil King in her own body, but she didn’t expect herself to become pregnant. The demon crystal gradually merged with Ning Zhou. Maria tried various methods, but still couldn’t stop it. Before Ning Zhou was born, she felt the future of this child would be even more dark. She almost… almost killed him.”

Qi Leren’s hair stood on end.

Looking at the sunset, the Prophet seemed to be remembering something, and his tone gradually softened: “But at that time, the Destroyer was dead, Maria was on the verge of collapse, and she pinned all her guilt and expectation on this child. She had already killed her lover, and was unable to kill her own child. In order to avoid that future, Ning Zhou should not embark on the same path as his father. After her death, Ning Zhou was sent to the Holy See… At least on the day she left, she still believed that Ning Zhou would have a good future… Because I lied to her.”

In Qi Leren’s puzzled eyes, the Prophet smiled slightly: “At that time, Maria had just given birth to him, and the demon army pursuing us had just receded. We landed on the coast, which is this present place, the future Village of Dusk, and the sky was full of the golden glow of sunset. I held Ning Zhou to predict his future. I told Maria that this child would have a bright future, and that he would live a pious and happy life.”

“But this was a lie,” Qi Leren exposed him.

“Yes, this was a lie. In fact, what I saw was endless pain and destruction,” said the Prophet.

Qi Leren’s heart sank. Despair made him bend down, his arms supported on his knees, and he didn’t want to move.

“Don’t be depressed yet. I’m not telling you this to make you sit here and cry,” the Prophet said.

Qi Leren looked up and looked at him hopefully: “What else can I do?”

The Prophet put the pulsing ball of light in his hand gently and asked:

“Leren, are you willing to inherit the Village of Dusk?”

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The author has something to say:

PS: “I was brought forth in iniquity; And in sin did my mother conceive me.” Psalms.

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