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Chapter 839 - 320: The More People I Meet, The More I Like Ah Bin_2
Chapter 839: Chapter 320: The More People I Meet, The More I Like Ah Bin_2
Once again, the facts proved that one’s perceptions are influenced by their senses; Anastasia was beautiful, and the darkness she represented was not evil and fear but reverence and inclusiveness.
To avoid causing Anastasia any unease with his presence, Wayne voluntarily left the basement and blended into the Pale Nest, reducing his presence to zero.
Before the altar, Anastasia kneeled reverently, hands clasped and head bowed in prayer, murmuring verses likely from the Dark Bible.
After three failed attempts, Anastasia’s body paused, sensing the presence of the Dark Goddess.
"Anastasia..."
The voice of the Dark Goddess resounded in Anastasia’s ears, calm and elegant, with an indescribable sense of oppression.
"Goddess, my thoughts are corrupting, and I can no longer serve as the Holy Maiden of the Dark Church. I hereby beg for your forgiveness," Anastasia started as per the script.
There was nothing to conceal; as the Holy Maiden, any physical or mental changes she endured were things the Dark Goddess would notice upon her descent.
In fact, Wayne did not know if the Dark Goddess had indeed descended; he merely suspected it, given the high probability that the Dark Goddess had taken notice of him.
If the Dark Goddess was unaware, this action would be tantamount to exposing his own vulnerabilities.
"Anastasia, you have given much to the Church. I grant you permission to lose your loyalty; the Divine Nation of Darkness will always be open to you."
The Dark Goddess murmured softly, and moments later, she seemed to realize something, with some of her thoughts flooding into Anastasia’s body.
Upon inspection, the Goddess herself was at a loss for words.
She had been outmaneuvered!
Outsmarted by the wisdom of a mortal, the Dark Goddess would surely seek retribution, but she acknowledged Wayne’s life form. A higher life possessed higher intelligence; it could not simply be called a scheme—this was a game of wit.
Games of manipulation were all too common among sisters of circumstance; the Dark Goddess was accustomed to it. After a brief silence, she manipulated Anastasia’s body to look outside the house.
"Come in, my knight. You guessed right, I have been watching you for a long time."
Anastasia’s body, Anastasia’s voice; at first glance, there seemed little difference from usual, except for the essence of her presence, particularly the cold pride in her brow, exuding a certain high-and-mighty arrogance.
Wayne shook his head slightly upon hearing the words, confirming his suspicions: Anastasia had contacted the Dark Goddess before because she was no longer trustworthy, and the Goddess had erased that memory.
With the old problem resolved, a new problem arose; what in the erased memories by the Dark Goddess was detrimental to him?
Having learned that the five gods had been chosen—no, that their powers had been stolen simultaneously—the Dark Goddess did not opt to demand repayment. What was her motive?
Wayne stepped into the underground altar, ready to approach and inquire for answers.
Clad in Yellow Clothes, the Pale Nest moved its limbs to approach "Anastasia," maintaining a safe distance, and inclined slightly: "Great Dark Goddess, your devout follower Wayne is anxious and fearful, feeling honored at the sight of the Goddess."
"A devout follower..."
The Dark Goddess smiled faintly: "Are you sure? If you’re certain that you’re a follower of the Darkness, I will take it seriously."
"I am absolutely certain!"
Wayne straightened his tentacled form, and a pale voice came from within the Yellow Clothes: "I am not only Your follower but also a devoted worshipper of Nature, the Sun, the Moonlight, and Death—each and every Goddess."
Well, you are indeed quite devout!
The Dark Goddess offered no mockery. Such is the path of Evolution: those magic practitioners dedicated to faith inevitably reach a dead end. This end has already been stamped with the exclusive mark of the gods—secure yet bound, steady yet turbulent, with ultimate power residing in the hands of the deities.
Reaching the realm of a Legendary Mage, many will come to comprehend this.
At this juncture, a Legendary Mage must decide what true faith is—themselves or the gods?
Due to a lifetime of accumulation, the thoughts of a Legendary Mage are infused with too much doctrinal knowledge, and they often choose to serve the deity they have devoted their lives to, quickly dispelling distractions to solidify their future path.
The Hexagram, the Crucifix Star, the Golden Triangle.
Time and again, these fusions and separations are the maneuvers by which the gods consolidate their base; they have long monopolized everything.
Then there are the prideful Legendary Mages who yearn to control their own fates, like the fallen Void Lord Marshall and the Liberty Mage Ob, who refuse to yield everything to the gods, unwilling to toil for life, seeking alternative paths for their future.
Marshall turned to The Void, attempting to carve out his own path.
With one slip, he was gone.
The Void is too perilous and difficult a road, and following a desperate recommendation by Marshall, Ob opted for the safer Hell, where there are no gods. As long as one avoids the oppressive rule of the Seven Demon Lords, the future holds promise.
Having found a better option, Ob ultimately abandoned Hell. He discovered the Obelisk of the Storms and Thunder God, determined to retrace the path of Storm and Thunder, to revive its faith in the Mortal World and secure a place at the table.
With one slip, he was gone.
In physical terms, Marshall and Ob had failed; in spirit, their defiance against hegemony and monopoly is commendable. They were warriors, charging forward for freedom.
Unfortunately, their luck was poor; their ventures faltered midway, faced with the insurmountable.
Especially Ob, he could have succeeded.
Excluding Marshall, who was meant to completely merge with The Void, for some reason, he regained his self and returned to the God-chosen Continent to lay eggs.
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