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Chapter 327: Chapter 277: Journey of Eternal Damnation Chapter 327: Chapter 277: Journey of Eternal Damnation Liss looked at them, her beautiful big eyes fluttering and shining brightly.

Ash was also a bit surprised that these two death row inmates had such high moral awareness, but after thinking about it more carefully, he felt relieved–in spite of the fact that they indeed committed crimes like murder and arson, they had received a full set of Blood Moon education at their foster care.

The most important principles in Blood Moon education were “human rights above all” and “racial equality.” It was precisely because of human rights education that the Blood Moon Judgement had become so popular–to the audience, “death” was merely a byproduct of the Judgement, their greatest pleasure derived from “trampling on the human rights of the convicts.”

Even if Igula and Harvey held it in disdain, they still acknowledged the concept of “human rights” in their hearts. They just felt that the Kingdom of Blood Moon had not yet reached the point where it could respect everyone’s human rights.

Had they come from an even more dark and cruel kingdom, they wouldn’t have had any doubts about the “elimination of the unrelated” mechanism. Just as no one would be surprised to find flies and cockroaches in a stinking cesspool.

But coming to the Kingdom of Gospel, a culture even more advanced than the Kingdom of Blood Moon, they found it incomprehensible to encounter an elimination mechanism even more primitive than that of the Blood Moon, so their continuous head-shaking was not surprising.

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“Although we have our disagreements, I am glad that your moral baseline is a bit higher than I imagined.”

Hanna was ostensibly complimenting them, but clearly, she was not fond of their rhetoric, as if she were seeing ancients clinging to outdated feudal remnants: “It’s about time now.”

At this moment, it was 58 minutes past, and there was at most one minute left before the first list would be released. Everyone couldn’t help but become nervous, including Banjee and Hanna–this was also Hanna’s first time experiencing the Weaving Festival.

Although it was Banjee’s second time, the last one was fifty years ago, and this was likely the last time he would experience the Weaving Festival in his lifetime.

When the time reached 23:59:59, a glowing bookmark appeared on everyone’s Gospel Book.

At the same time, a dazzling rainbow light surged over the city’s central light screen!

The Weaving Festival, begin!

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…

In the Kingdom of Blood Moon, at the Affiliate Hospital of Kaimon University.

“If you could possess even greater strength, strength so undeniable that the weak could not ignore you…”

“If you could possess deeper wisdom, wisdom so profound that stupidity could not deceive you…”

“If you could possess sturdier health, health so formidable that aging could not harm you…”

“If you could possess enduring happiness, happiness so lasting that pain could not catch up to you…”

The puppet girl whispered into Meiwa’s ear: “Then could you obtain eternal peace of mind?”

Freyja, with a puzzled expression and a vacant gaze, muttered softly: “If I possess strength, wisdom, health, and happiness, I can obtain eternal peace of mind…”

“Yes, peace of mind, you will have no worries, no sorrow. The sun revolves for you, the world revolves because of you, the Gods of Four Pillars will become your supports, constructing a world just for you…”

“Supports…”

“So…”, Selena’s eyes became brighter, but her voice grew softer: “Please embrace me, I will take you to meet the Gods of Four Pillars…”

“But I already have my supports.”

“Ah?” Selena was taken aback.

“And I don’t need peace of mind.” Freyja’s expression remained vacant, but her eyes began to brighten: “It’s this unease, this restlessness in my heart, that makes me look forward to the future reunion… Huh? What’s happening to me?”

“You must be tired lately, sister Freyja,” Selena said dutifully: “You were nodding off just now, do you want to sleep here for a while?”

“No need, no need.” Freyja massaged her temples: “I was so tired that I fell asleep? I’ll recover quickly once I return to the Void Realm… so I’ll head back now?”

“Mm, see you later, sister!”

As Meiwa left the ward, Selena’s expression gradually grew grim.

This was her third failed attempt to convert Freyja, marking the first time she had experienced such humiliation as an Eternal Damnation.

If it had been before, Selena would have had other believers execute Freyja and simply find a new subject to proselytize. But here, the doll-like girl could find no other puppets.

As for her nominal guardian Gerard, a Three-winged Holy Sanctuary Mage, even Selena in her prime would struggle to convert him. The only other person is the lead medic, Siflin, who also happens to be from the Blood Saint Clan.

After brief contact, Selena realized that these Blood Saints seemingly had no soul, or rather, their souls were dispersed into their blood. Although soul defects could impair a Blood Saint’s ability to absorb Magic Power in the Void Realm, there were positive effects as well–beyond having longer soul life spans, the Blood Saints with no normal souls were highly resistant to any mental charms.

If a normal person’s body is a water tank and their soul is the water, with Spirit Miracles like directly contaminating the water with paint, then the Blood Saints’ bodies are like mud, with soul water already seeping into the earth. Even if you splashed paint on it, it would only contaminate the surface water and not affect the whole.

Forget the Gods of Four Pillars; it’s likely that the Blood Saints have no faith even in the Extreme Master of Blood Moon. They only revere the Divine Lord but are not blindly devoted. This isn’t to say they are all rebellious at heart; it’s dictated by the essence of their souls–defective souls cannot spark brilliant faith.

Ordinarily, nurses would take care of her, but Siflin seemed to take this case very seriously, sending Blood Saint nurses to attend her, which left Selena feeling nauseated.

Help, I’m surrounded by Blood Saints!

Therefore, Selena’s only breakthrough was Freyja, the university student who would come to visit her occasionally. However, Freyja proved to be impregnable; she actually specialized in the Spirit Faction, making her naturally resistant to mental charms.

What’s more, her mental health was exceedingly stable!

This was utterly bizarre.

Among all those Selena had encountered, only Freyja and Siflin had relatively healthy mental states; everyone else, including passing patients, nurses, Freyja’s friends, and the Holy Sanctuary Mage Gerard, had severe psychological issues without exception.

Amidst this group of potential madmen, only Meiwa and the Medical Practitioner remained untainted, exceedingly normal.

Selena’s continuous three failures to penetrate Freyja’s mental barrier were enough to demonstrate that Freyja had fully accepted her life. She neither resented fate nor was overly ambitious, having a detailed plan for the future and firm aspirations.

Such a person didn’t need the Four Pillars; she could support her own world.

The doll-like girl would feel disheartened every time she thought of this.

After investigating the Kingdom of Blood Moon, Selena thought preaching here would be easy, considering the bizarre social system that seemed like a breeding ground for mental cases, depression, and antisocial maniacs. She almost suspected the Extreme Master of Blood Moon of being an incarnation of the Lord of Wind, Rain, and Snow.

Moreover, since this place esteemed personal freedoms and lacked widespread prophetic tools like the Gospel Book, idiots who thought they could take whatever they wanted were everywhere on the streets, akin to chives growing on the ground, just waiting for Selena to convert them into believers of the Gods of Four Pillars.

If the Kingdom of Blood Moon was like a buffet, then the Kingdom of Gospel was outright freeloading. Selena had to dodge the pursuit of the Red Hats while quickly developing her followers.

Consequently, Selena’s impression of the Final Observer became even worse–she had learned these past few days that the Sect of the Four Pillars God had recently been destroyed, and the heretic leader Ash had escaped from prison and fled, the man who could contend with her for the affections of the Four Pillars.

She couldn’t imagine how the Final Observer could lose in such a favorable social environment. If it were her preaching here, the Extreme Master of Blood Moon would have been proclaimed a Substitute of the Four Pillars, upending the Kingdom of Blood Moon from its roots.

To this day, Selena couldn’t understand why the Gods of Four Pillars would favor a worthless creature like the Final Observer; surely it couldn’t be that they were keeping him around for mere amusement?

However, she wouldn’t have to ponder the troubles brought on by the Final Observer much longer.

Selena tilted her head slightly, and a Light Screen appeared before her.

A few days ago, she had been implanted with the Kingdom of Blood Moon’s special product–the Miracle Chip.

But Selena didn’t care about the shackle fitted at the nape of her neck; she had endured far worse.

She was destined for Eternal Damnation, yet always present.

“10 o’clock…” Selena narrowed her eyes, “A two-hour time difference… the Weaving Festival over there has already begun.”

“That means, Ash Heath…”

“Your journey of Eternal Damnation has started.”