Evan smiled faintly.
He didn’t believe in gods.
Many people across the Linhua Continent spoke of the “God of Evolution,”
and even Liam Zhao had nad a skill Evolution’s Grace.
But that didn’t an they were true believers.
It was like people in his previous life saying,
“Oh my God!”
without actually believing in God.
Phrases like
“return to the God of Evolution’s embrace”
or
“receive the God of Evolution’s blessing”
had beco common idioms.
To most people,
“the God of Evolution”
wasn’t a literal deity—
just a symbol of power.
According to reliable records,
the legend of the God of Evolution ca first among the people.
Only later did soone establish the Church of Evolution.
In other words,
the Church had simply ridden the wave of a popular myth.
Evan believed a true God of Evolution might exist sowhere—
but it definitely wasn’t
the stitched‑together monstrosity the Church worshipped.
“Well then, I’ll give it a try.”
He accepted the Divine Stone
from Cleric Samuel Price.
It was warm to the touch.
When he looked again
at the towering statue of the God of Evolution,
sothing had changed.
He felt sothing
he had never felt before.
The half‑human, half‑beast statue
seed to co alive,
gazing down at him—
stern yet compassionate.
For a mont,
Evan truly felt
as if a god were watching him.
It must be the stone…
This is an evolutionary artifact affecting my mind.
He tried to lower the stone—
but the statue suddenly moved.
It stepped forward,
looming over him.
A wave of awe and submission
rose uncontrollably in Evan’s heart.
Those divine eyes
seed to whisper
how small he was,
and how great the god was.
“The Church really does have sothing…
No wonder they attract believers.”
Just as Evan prepared
to throw the stone away,
sothing inside him stirred.
A faint silhouette
rose behind him.
It was blurry—
almost nonexistent—
yet it radiated
a domineering, pure,
overwhelmingly divine aura.
Far more divine
than the God of Evolution.
Before this phantom,
the statue was nothing—
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an ant before a mountain.
What is that…?
Evan’s heart trembled.
He had no idea
where the phantom ca from
or why it appeared behind him.
Could it be Evolution’s Grace?
CRACK!
A sharp sound snapped him back.
The phantom vanished.
The statue returned to its original place.
Except—
A crack split the statue
from the top of its head
down to its crotch.
Then it broke cleanly in half.
Evan froze.
Cleric Samuel Price froze.
Evan shoved the Divine Stone
back into the cleric’s hands.
“You saw that.
I didn’t touch the statue.
Don’t you dare bla this on !”
The cleric stared blankly,
still processing what happened.
He had only seen Evan
holding the stone and zoning out—
then the statue shattered on its own.
He had never encountered
anything like this.
He forced himself to calm down.
“This is serious.
Please wait here.
I must report this to the Bishop.”
Normally, Evan would have run by now.
But he glanced around
and didn’t see FangBro.
Which ant FangBro
had already begun his infiltration.
So Evan nodded,
choosing to stay
and draw more attention.
This hall
was the deepest place
ordinary believers could enter.
Anything truly secret
would be hidden beyond it.
🕳️ FangBro’s Infiltration
FangBro slipped unnoticed
into the restricted area behind the hall.
This was where temple clergy lived.
The entrance door was locked.
Inside, dim candlelight
lined the corridor.
Rooms on both sides
were silent and empty.
FangBro checked them one by one—
simple bedrooms,
most unoccupied.
Only five or six
showed signs of being lived in.
The Eastplain Evolution Temple
was deserted to begin with.
Few clergy was normal.
He continued deeper
until he found
a staircase leading underground—
blocked by a locked wooden door.
He didn’t bother with the door.
He burrowed straight through the floor.
The underground chamber was empty—
but FangBro was ready.
He slipped into stealth,
moving silently like a gecko,
and hid in a corner.
The underground space
was the size of a basketball court.
On one side
stood a massive iron cage
holding fifteen or sixteen children—
all visibly ill.
Their clothes were filthy,
their eyes dull,
their spirits broken.
The cage reeked
of accumulated waste.
Outside the cage
stood another statue
of the God of Evolution.
The children clutched Divine Stones
and stared at the statue,
murmuring:
“He is the King of Glory,
the Supre Sovereign,
the source of all life,
and the end of all life…”
Beside the statue
stood a cold‑faced woman—
Sister Miriam Hale.
Her voice was emotionless.
“Only those who can recite
The Divine Codex
will receive the God’s favor.
Whoever recites it perfectly
may leave the cage
and earn the honor
of becoming a Warrior of God.”
The promise of leaving
sparked faint hope
in the children’s empty eyes.
But how could children so young
morize an entire holy book?
None stepped forward.
They only gripped their stones tighter,
as if hearing sacred whispers.
On the other side of the chamber,
a middle‑aged man
in a silver‑trimd white robe
sat at a wooden table—
Bishop Aldric Rowan.
He cut into a bloody steak
with elegant precision,
chewing with satisfaction
despite the stench around him.
Behind him stood
a towering man in black armor—
Knight Commander Brutus Kane.
Suddenly,
Bishop Rowan paused mid‑bite
and looked toward FangBro’s hiding place,
frowning.
FangBro’s heart tightened.
Did he notice ?
“Bishop, what’s wrong?”
Brutus asked.
The Bishop took two steps
toward FangBro—
Then his phone rang.
He turned back
and answered.
“The statue cracked?
Don’t let him leave.
I’m coming.”
He hung up
and said coldly:
“Brutus, with .
We’re going to catch soone.”
“Catch who?”
“A blaspher.”
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