"Then I felt like everything I had was meaningless. I had no motivation to do anything. I just followed my body's instincts to survive."
Sartre stood there with a peaceful face, calmly telling Lily about his past. "But later I found other goals in life. I regained the faith to live on."
"How did you do that?" Lily couldn't help but ask curiously.
"My child, when you are confused, just be quiet and be alone, exclude all external distractions, and follow your heart."
"You know what? The God of Light is dead. Other religions are maliciously slandering Him and starting to distort His image. They describe Him as an evil god like Fortan who sacrifices human lives. After observing Him, I found my life goal."
"I am too old, and I am afraid I won't live much longer, but I cannot tolerate my old god being slandered in this way."
“So I plan to record this history, put this dead religion on paper, and let the world know that there once was such a religion on the sea.”
Sartre showed a trace of emotion when he said this. "The New Testament says that the God of Light is kind and great. He has mercy on us humans and intends to send us to a bright place without death and despair."
"I don't care what others say, but I firmly believe that what He says is true, because the noble God of Light simply disdains to lie."
Lily's heart was suddenly touched when she heard this, and she remembered the warm ball of light that resurrected her.
"Yes! The God of Light never lies!" Lily nodded her head in agreement.
As a person resurrected by the God of Light, no matter what others say, Lily has always been grateful to the God of Light.
Hearing the words of the female student in front of him, Sartre's eyes suddenly lit up and he nodded approvingly at her, "Thank you, child. Few people listen to an old man's long speeches now. I'll give you a book."
After saying that, he turned around and rummaged through the pile of books, and finally stuffed a book with a pure black cover and a white inverted triangle on it into Lily's hand.
"This is the New Testament. It contains the interpretation of the Oracle of Light. I hope it can help you make choices for the future."
Lily took it with some trepidation. "Isn't this bad? Books from the academy library are not allowed to be borrowed."
"Don't worry, kid, as a librarian, I still have certain privileges."
After hearing what he said, Lily stopped insisting and bowed to him while holding the book. "Thank you, old man. Your words are very inspiring to me."
After saying that, she walked towards the library entrance holding the book.
Watching Lily's slowly leaving back, Sartre showed a satisfied smile on his face. He seemed very happy.
"Hey, Sartre, didn't I tell you not to do this?"
Hearing the voice behind him, Sartre turned around and said to his colleague who came from behind to take over the shift: "I am just providing help to a student who needs help. Is there anything wrong with this?"
"You're not even a believer in the God of Light, so why are you still recommending these books? Aren't you afraid that the dean will catch you and expel you one day?"
Putting the key in his pocket on the desk next to him, Sartre put his hands behind his back and walked out of the library. "You don't need to worry about this. I will deduct the money from my salary for the books I send out."
When Sartre walked out of the school gate after get off work, he saw the pairs of students outside. A hint of envy appeared in his somewhat turbid eyes. He once had such a beautiful youth.
"It's good to be young, haha." After expressing his emotion, Sartre got on the tram and rushed home.
Half an hour later, Sartre arrived at his residence in the dock area. He took out his key and was about to open the door with a hint of boasting in his voice.
The lock was opened and he walked in. He then used his right fingernail to pick at the scar on his forehead, pushing that layer of scar off to reveal the white inverted triangle underneath.
After taking off his shoes and putting on Rouran's slippers, Sartre slowly walked to one of the two sofas and sat down, continuing the previous topic facing the other sofa.
"If it were in the past, I might have let her join the church, but now I can only think about it. I hope she can find enlightenment in the oracle of the God of Light."
With a smile on his face, Sartre reached out and touched the back of his hand made of a floral bag on the armrest of the sofa opposite him.
The person sitting on the sofa was not a person, but a rag doll about the same size as a person. On the doll's face was a portrait of an old lady, and there was also a white inverted triangle on the old lady's forehead.
"We just agreed on it. I must reward myself with a cigarette. Don't worry, I just opened the window." Sartre winked at the puppet and took out a cigarette from the cigarette box below.
He held the cigarette in front of his nose, took a deep puff, and then lit it beautifully.
Accompanied by the white smoke of cigarettes, he picked up a New Testament and started reading it again.
As the commentary of the noble Pope on the oracle of the God of Light, Sartre had memorized it by heart thirty years ago, but he still felt it was meaningful to read.
"To Him alone belong your souls, your flesh, and your bones. The Great One is indeed omnipotent over all things."
"His throne is on the water, but that is not necessarily the case now. This is to test you to see which of you has the best work."
"The God of Light is a merciful God. When He returns, He will grant eternal life to all of His fellow men and take them to the Land of Light, where they will enjoy happiness and peace until the end of time."
As Sartre was reciting the poem, he seemed to have gone back several decades, lying on the street, starving, with his stomach sticking to his back. A piece of fragrant holy wafer saved him.
Sartre seemed to have returned to the brightly lit cathedral of light, with the familiar hymns singing in his ears. His friendship, love and family affection all returned at this moment.
But when the cigarette burned out and the ethereal singing in his ears gradually disappeared, he returned to his cold house with tears in his eyes.
He held the New Testament and said with a choked voice: "Great God of Light, you said that you are omnipotent. Even if you die, you will be resurrected one day, right?"
After saying this, Sartre stood up, walked to the table and continued writing.
The tip of the pen rustled across the paper, recording in a plain way how he had joined the big family of the Church of Light, and how he, who was once alone, now had millions of brothers and sisters.
It records that the church gave him a job, food, and even allocated him his beloved.
People outside always say that the blessing of the God of Light is cruel and has a high mortality rate, but they never say it because they cannot lie. The believers of the God of Light are the purest.
Everyone thinks and says the same thing. There is almost no intrigue or hatred within the church, and everyone is working towards the same goal.
Also because of the inability to lie and the chaotic outside world, marriages within the church are highly stable, with very few people cheating or getting divorced.
The blessing also eliminates the fear of believers and protects them from the whispers of the sea in this depressing and chaotic sea.
He wants to justify his religion as the last believer of the God of Light!
(End of this chapter)