July 24, 415 of the Lux calendar.
Somewhere on the continent, in a dark temple, a white woman was nailed to a black cross, with black chains tightly strangling her arms.
Drop after drop of blood fell from the black stone cone in front of her and dripped into the black water surface that was like a mirror.
With a "tick-tock" sound, ripples appeared on the calm black water surface.
The white woman nailed to the black cross opened her eyes slightly and looked around.
Except for a faint light descending from above, the rest of the place was pitch black.
An inexplicable fear arose from the bottom of her heart.
"Where am I?"
Suddenly, a leisurely harp sound came from the darkness.
“La~la~la~la~~~”
When the white woman heard this voice, it was like she had grabbed the last straw and she desperately shouted in the direction where the voice came from:
"Is there anyone over there? Come and save me!"
The response to the white woman was still the melodious sound of the harp.
Thinking that the recorder player didn't hear her, the white woman called for help again.
“I am Feng Yu, the Saint of the Goddess Cult.
I don't know why I'm tied here. I beg you to let me out of here. I must go back to the Goddess Church.
If you help me return to the Goddess Church, I believe the Goddess will bless you."
“La~la~la~la~”
After another round of melodious harp sounds, a beam of light lit up in the vast darkness. A young man wearing a beret and a formal suit gently plucked the harp and began to sing a strange ballad.
“La~la~la~la~la~la~la~la~la~la
A long, long time ago, everyone in the world was equal.
Everyone can find what they love and have their own place to stay.
They do not believe in gods and create their future with their own hands.
They are their own light, and they can also become the light of others.
But one day, everything changed.
In order to turn everyone into her slaves, the goddess endowed people with strong luck and divided them into different classes.
Those who have not been blessed desire to be as glamorous as those who have been blessed. They worship the goddess with all their might, but have nothing.
There is no such thing as a free lunch.
Other people's good fortune is just what they get by robbing the lives of poor people like you and me.
Dear listeners, what I want to tell you now is the story of a group of dark heroes who exposed the ugly face of the goddess and took back everything we have.
In our story, no one is the protagonist, or everyone is the protagonist.
La~la~la~la~~"
Hearing the boy's song, Feng Yu's voice that was originally asking for help turned into anger, and he couldn't help but say:
"I don't know where you come from, but I will never allow you to tarnish the name of the goddess. The goddess has always been guiding us humans to become better."
Realizing that his voice was a little extreme, Feng Yu quickly lowered his voice and tried to be more friendly.
“My dear boy, I don’t know what happened to you, but you are also a human being. Saving a life is a supreme virtue.
Do more good deeds, and your actions will be seen by the goddess, who will bless you.
As long as you save me, I believe our future will be extremely bright."
The melodious sound of the harp suddenly stopped. The young man playing the harp raised his head and looked at Feng Yu who was tied to the cross, grinning.
But it was no ordinary smile, but a gloomy and extremely uncomfortable smile.
He hates everything in the original world, and he praises the new world where everything is torn down and rebuilt.
Seeing this smile, Feng Yu, the Saint of the Goddess Church, felt as if everything she had just said was so pale and powerless.
She didn't know how the young man in front of her could be redeemed.
"No name. Long time no see."
In the darkness, an old woman walked to the young man's light.
The old woman's face was full of kindness.
When he saw the old woman, Feng Yu's memories of his lifetime suddenly came back to him.
She vividly remembered the scene of being besieged by the disciples of the Cursed Sect. The tragic death of her companions appeared before her eyes, and Feng Yu felt nauseous.
However, as she was already a ghost, she couldn't spit out anything.
The boy called Wuming smiled at the old woman in his usual way: "Senior Keshia, are you here again today?"
"Yeah." Kshia nodded and walked towards the black pool with a staggering step. "The Rose Empire seems to have noticed our movements. My lovely children have suffered a lot in their hands."
Wuming plucked the strings slightly:
"Is it finally exposed
It is inevitable for a hero to go through hardships before achieving success.
We will record everything and celebrate the heroes’ experiences forever.”
“I’m very motivated. I don’t dislike people who work hard.
Unfortunately, my lovely baby children were not eliminated because we were exposed.
Try to connect with other yous.
It is easy to find out the rumors about the Rose Empire."
Hearing what Kshia said, Wuming stopped playing, put the middle finger and index finger of his right hand together and placed them on his temple, then, with an expression as if he had realized what was going on, he started playing the harp again.
"The news of the Saint's death spread all over the country. The people of the Goddess Church and the Empire were in panic, and together they played a beautiful melody."
"It's still a little short of the right time to play the music, but it will be soon."
Another drop of black water dripped from the black stone cone, and Kshia slowly knelt on the black pool.
Feng Yu's heart tightened, and he asked loudly: "What on earth do you want to do!"
"What do we want to do? You will know in a little while.
This is the special seat prepared for you by His Holiness the Pope.
Please, Saint, take a good look at this special seat."
Kshia smiled kindly, stretched out her hand to stir the black water, and in an instant, the entire pool became sparkling.
When the ripples slowly stopped, Feng Yu saw a huge black figure crossing the pool. An unimaginable fear crept into Feng Yu's heart. Her intuition as a saint told her that under the pool, there was another world.
A world full of demons.
"Are you crazy! If we let those things out, the world might be destroyed!" Feng Yu screamed in fear, his eyes fixed on the things under the water.
Black drops jumped out of the pool, turned into seeds, and sank into Kshia's body. Kshia did not show any abnormality, but smiled kindly:
"Destruction is the beginning of rebirth.
Please rest assured that the construction of the gate is still a little bit short, and the devil will not come to our world just yet.
Only for now."
(End of this chapter)