“Ha… Ha… Ha…” Charles, who looked like he had just taken a bath, was trembling all over, bending over and breathing heavily.
He remembered, the deleted memory was recalled by him, he had seen this god.
The huge yellow eyeball under the water was Idik. The changes that occurred in his body that day were not an illusion. He became His Chosen One that day!
Looking at Charles who was in a very embarrassed state beside him, the Pope was not panicked at all and ate his eggs slowly.
At the end of the meal, he even crushed the broken eggshells floating in the air into powder and stuffed them into his mouth, without wasting even a single bit.
"He... Why did He choose me to be His Chosen One?" Charles turned his head and looked at the Pope.
The Pope chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth. "Do you think it's appropriate for you to ask me about this matter? You are His divine teacher, and you ask me?"
Charles wiped the sweat off his face with his hand and shook it off. "How should I know? Who knows what this thing is thinking! I am not his believer at all!"
Seeing Charles like this, the Pope's face with age spots was very proud.
Seeing him like that, Charles showed a hint of coldness on his face. "What are you so proud of?"
"Haha, of course I'm proud. As expected, the great God of Light cannot be compared to some random gods. It's great that I can be the chosen one of the God of Light. Haha, I'm very proud~"
Seeing Charles' expression becoming increasingly ugly, the Pope leaned slightly to the side.
"Do you think your god cares whether you believe in him or not? In this whole lightless sea, no one believes in Idik except you. Do you know why?"
"What's the meaning?"
"It seems that you still don't know much about your god. Anyone who worships Idik will bring destruction. He never needs the humble faith of humans."
"The fact that you can become his chosen one only means that he once looked at you for some reason. Perhaps it was just this simple look that allowed you to gain some special power. You have not yet mastered this power. Maybe when you fully master it, you will have a stronger power than me."
Charles raised his hand and looked at his palm silently. He seemed to see the tentacles with triangular eyeballs mixed with mucus slowly wriggling under the skin.
"Of course, this matter cannot be simply explained by good or bad things. Although God's Chosen Ones are extremely rare, there are different kinds of God's Chosen Ones. For example, my great God of Light is selfless and kind. He has given me a long life and powerful strength. As for you..."
Having said that, the Pope looked at Charles carefully, then stretched out his wrinkled right hand and patted Charles on the shoulder.
"What's wrong with me?"
"Let me tell you one thing. Not all gods are as friendly and amiable as the God of Light. Being the chosen one of some evil gods is more like carrying a curse. For example, strictly speaking, Swan is also the chosen one of the revelers. We are all chosen ones. Do you think we are the same?"
Charles's expression grew even uglier as he flashed across Swan's horrifying transformation.
"Is there any way to resolve this God-chosen status? For example, use a sacrifice similar to the Futan religion to remove the God-chosen status."
"The sacrifice of the Ftan religion? Ignorance! Do you know what the sacrificial rituals of the gods are used for? Do you really think those gods care about the souls of those humans?"
Subconsciously, Charles stroked the tattoo on his neck with his hand. Then he said to the Pope: "That's not right. The sacrifice ceremony of the Fortan religion is obviously very useful."
Although each ritual performed by the bandage required sacrifices, it always achieved the desired effect.
The Pope showed a trace of disdain on his face. "Being useful means that God Futan cares about them? Come on, let me show you something."
The Pope grabbed Charles' right hand and floated directly into the air.
The scenery in front of him flashed quickly, and when Charles came to his senses, he found himself being taken to the banana plantation on Hope Island.
Some banana farmers with huge hat brims on their heads were carefully cutting bunches of bananas, fearing that the deadly sunlight would burn them.
The Pope looked around and pulled Charles to an ant nest. The worker ants were working diligently, lining up to carry various things.
"Look, if the ants are us this time and we are gods now, do you think when we look at these ants, they will be aware of our existence?"
"For example, this." The Pope squatted down and placed his right hand on the path that the ants must pass. The ants that were carrying the living things suddenly became a mess.
"Look, if these ants can think like humans, then what do they think my finger is?"
"For example, my fingers naturally radiate a certain power." The Pope's fingers cracked slightly, and a soft golden light shone out from them, coating the surrounding black and hard shells of the ants with a layer of gold.
"If an ant accidentally discovers that they can use this power, will they form a sect with my finger as their god? And offer all kinds of sacrifices to this god?"
"As for the Chosen One, it's like I saw an ant and suddenly felt that this ant was a little special, so I gave it a little bit of power."
The Pope lightly touched it, and an ant suddenly began to shine with golden light, as if it was made of gold.
The Pope said this and lay down on the ground. "Actually, for me, I might just take a nap here. I don't care what those ants do. I might even forget about the golden ant after a good sleep."
Charles looked at the black ants. "Are you saying that those ants worshipping the finger are followers of the Futan Cult?"
"No," the Pope shook his head and retracted his finger. "What I meant was that humans are the same as these ants. They cannot understand things that they cannot comprehend. They believe that human life is the most precious thing to humans, so they offer human life as a sacrifice to the god Futan, believing that the god will be very satisfied after receiving the most precious gift."
"Those deformed children always use the knowledge they understand to understand their gods. They are a bunch of ignorant, disgusting, deformed monsters. Just because we have desires, does that mean that gods have desires? We have hatred and love, so does that mean that gods also have love? They use all kinds of ignorant human knowledge to write stupid myths."
"After all, they are just wishful thinking. If the god Futan is really like me, maybe when he wakes up, he will be very confused about what the ants surrounding him are."
(End of this chapter)