Foolish Game of the Chapter 396: History Has More Than One Face, But the World O

Because the Theocracy of Growth and Dolgod sheltered the Uma Sinners — not so naless tribe of wanderers.

And so, under the Head of Church's pressure, these disguised "Uma Sinners" had no choice but to hang themselves up once more — just as they'd found the real Uma Sinners — shackling themselves and suspending from the ceiling of the Blasphemy Confessional.

But before begging for forgiveness, the young Gor Ba — uncharacteristically — made a single request of the Head of Church.

The Uda-blooded Head of Church was pleased by his Uma kin's cooperation, so he agreed.

And so, before the last "Uma Sinner" was hung, Dolgod lost a handso young man — and gained a girl as beautiful as the moon itself.

"Gor Ba, as long as I hold my seat, the Uma people will have a place in Dolgod, and the Theocracy of Growth shall be grateful for your devotion."

"Head of Church, Gor Ba is a thing of the past. From today, my na is...

Go Lis.

How do you like my new na?"

"It suits your beauty. But why change it?"

"Because...

I feel this na suits

better.

Until we et again, my dear Head of Church."

That night, the beautiful young woman clasped the umbilical-cord shackles onto herself with her own hands. In the final instant before transforming into a dead infant, she gazed at the luminous moonlight streaming through the window and smiled — devastatingly.

"How many tis... has it been now?"

...

Ti flowed like sand through a crack. Years later, Dolgod's supre power changed hands. The ascendant Uda Head of Church was stoned to death before the Church gates. The once-glorious Blasphemy Confessional was rebranded as the Evil Infant Inquisition — a place everyone shunned.

But under the current Head of Church's leadership, Dolgod entered a remarkably stable period.

And in this era, on another moonlit night, two boys snuck hand-in-hand into the Evil Infant Inquisition.

When they saw the dead infants covering the ceiling, the curious pair grew frightened.

"Berios, are you sure you heard soone calling you?"

"Didn't you hear it too, Lis Field?"

"But these Uma Sinners are no different from corpses. How could they possibly speak?"

"I only trust my ears. Quiet — let

listen carefully."

And so the two trembling boys carried a ladder through rows of dead infants, searching for the voice that had called to them. It wasn't until the moon reached its zenith that they finally found their target.

Strangely, neither of them had actually heard the dead infant speak. Yet when they drew near, desire itself whispered in their hearts that this was the one.

So they unsealed a dead infant that had been calling to them all along. They released an Uma Sinner from her shackles. And on their Benefactor's behalf, they forgave this "sinner's" cri of blasphemy.

With the two boys' help, Go Lis opened her eyes once more beneath the moonlight.

She lay naked before the two wide-eyed, enthralled youths. She smiled knowingly, then raised a single finger and pointed at the young Berios. And Berios...

lost his own desire. He beca as composed as a sage, guarding his piety.

Then she raised another finger and pointed at the young Lis Field. And Lis Field's possessiveness grew without limit. He eagerly agreed to Go Lis's every demand, transford himself into the most perfect container, and bore for Go Lis...

another version of herself.

Watching everything replay without a hitch, Go Lis smiled carelessly and walked out of the Evil Infant Inquisition.

She was about to resu her chase of Him — the one she'd never gotten close to.

"Ti brings shackles, but it also brews opportunity.

Only this way can I approach Him an infinite number of tis. Isn't that right?"

Go Lis stepped out of the Inquisition, lifted her gaze to the radiant moon, and smiled — a smile more beautiful than the moon itself.

Everything after unfolded exactly as Cheng Shi understood it. Lis Field was discarded as a pawn. Berios ascended to the Head of Church's throne. And of course, behind all of it, a single hand had been pulling every string. She hung over Dolgod like the moon itself — everyone lived beneath her light, yet no one knew that her glow was reshaping Dolgod into sothing entirely new.

Until Lis Field gave birth to the child Go Lis had granted him.

What he didn't know was that the mont that child was born, Go Lis appeared in his ho and swapped her soul with the infant's.

She had always been herself. In her cycle through Ti, there had never been any other variable. And the child whose soul was swapped into her body had long since beco a desire puppet — a stand-in, sent in her place to approach the Birth she could never reach!

She couldn't bear the thought of dying on the road to reaching Him. So she found a test subject — an identical one, also a scapegoat, one carrying her own bloodline.

So it was no wonder Lis Field harbored maddened feelings for the child he'd borne — because that child had always been her. It had always been Go Lis!

Go Lis was hung back on the ceiling. And the "Go Lis" who'd been refined into a desire puppet followed the original's insights and began attempting to approach Birth.

Until she transford into a mass of foul, stinking flesh. Until Berios once again pinned his hopes on finding a cure among false-god followers. And at that point, these crazed heretics would sche to extract every advantage they could from the Theocracy's Head of Church — including getting close to the so-called "God Descent" and trying to extract morsels of "divine" "flesh" from the god-like monster.

Go Lis understood them perfectly. No — more accurately, she understood desire perfectly.

So she left a tiny gift from Corruption inside the desire puppet "Go Lis's" flesh.

When these false-god followers inevitably got their hands on genuine "divine flesh," the clever ones would imdiately devour it. But the mont they swallowed sothing that didn't belong to them, the power of desire erupting from that flesh would guide them to the abandoned Evil Infant Inquisition — to unseal a dead infant hanging high above.

And so, one day, so lucky soul would again — on a brilliant, moonlit night — liberate Go Lis from her self-imposed penitent bonds.

No — by then she no longer called herself Go Lis. Because the Berios she had watched grow up would give her a new na. And that na was:

Turadin.

"Compared to Turadin, I obviously prefer Aph Ros.

So — who will be the next protagonist to take the stage?

Will it still be you, my brother?"

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