Chapter 198: Do Not Ask What the Supre Lord Can Give You, Ask What You Can Bring to the Supre Lord
Upon hearing Rast’s words, the cultist nad Aize could not help but tremble in his pupils.
“You an… the Supre Lord?”
“You learned all this from the Supre Lord?”
“Of course.”
Rast’s words were like the evening breeze over the Mitro River—serene and drawn-out, yet seemingly imbued with a magic that reached deep into the heart.
“Since you are also a believer of the Supre Lord, then you must have heard of divine revelations and the Chosen.”
“The Supre Lord selects suitable individuals in the mortal world and bestows blessings and oracles upon them through ‘divine revelations’.”
He looked at the cultist outside the iron bars.
Though he himself was inside the cage, Rast’s expression held a faint compassion, as if he were the one outside the bars, looking down upon the prisoner within. No words were needed, yet his presence was commanding.
“And those fortunate enough to be chosen and blessed by the Supre Lord are called the Chosen… They are the ones who carry out the will of the Supre Lord in the mortal realm, acting as the Supre Lord’s executors.”
“Otherwise, how else could I so easily speak your na and past…? You should know better than anyone that those secrets are ones you’ve never told a single soul.”
“I…”
The cultist opened his mouth but said nothing.
The words spoken by Rast were too shocking, prompting him to instinctively want to deny them—but soon he realized he had no grounds to refute them.
Everything the other had said, including the reasons he had joined the Holy Cult… were indeed his deepest secrets. Secrets he had never shared even with his closest friends—yet the other had laid them bare, as if reading his heart.
With all his life’s experiences, the only possible explanation he could conceive was that it truly was a divine revelation from the Supre Lord. That the all-knowing and all-powerful Supre Lord had, through revelation, inford the man before him of everything about him.
And as for the so-called Chosen, he was not unfamiliar with them either—
The leader of the Holy Cult, his current superior, also claid to be a Chosen who had received the Supre Lord’s revelation—an executor of the Supre Lord’s will on earth.
“You… you’re really also one of the Supre Lord’s Chosen?”
The cultist changed his wording halfway through, and after glancing at Rast inside the cell, suddenly seed hesitant to continue. “But if you really are an apostle of the Supre Lord… then why are you here…”
He didn’t finish his sentence, but the aning was clear enough.
If you are truly one of the Supre Lord’s Chosen, then how could you have ended up imprisoned like this, in such a pitiful state, a sacrificial offering locked away in a dungeon?
“That is, of course, because of the mission the Supre Lord entrusted to .”
Rast’s expression suddenly beca solemn and devout. “According to the divine revelation, within this city there is a heretic who profanes the glory of the Supre Lord.”
“This person, by chance, stole a sacred item of the Supre Lord and declared himself one of the Supre Lord’s Chosen, establishing his own cult—he borrowed the glory and na of the Supre Lord, but in truth, it was all to deceive and exploit others for his own selfish gain. He is nothing but a heretic.”
“Soone who stole the sacred item of the Supre Lord, pretending to be a Chosen…”
The cultist guarding the dungeon repeated Rast’s words, then a look of shock appeared in his eyes. “You an… the leader of the Holy Cult, my superior?”
“Not a leader.”
“From beginning to end, it was all a charade built upon the sacred item of the Supre Lord he had stolen. He is nothing more than a thief and a fraud through and through.”
Rast’s tone remained calm. “If it weren’t so, do you think that, given the Supre Lord’s status and power, He would care about the faith in this tiny city?”
“Don’t speak of a few dozen cultists—even if it were an entire city, or even a whole nation of believers—they are but ants in the eyes of the Supre Lord, unworthy of His attention.”
“To the Supre Lord, everything in this world is rely a gaboard that can be manipulated at will. Only when He is in the mood does He lower His gaze and casually make a few moves.”
“But—”
His expression suddenly grew awe-inspiring. “The Supre Lord may not care for these petty mortal gains.”
“But He absolutely does not tolerate ants who act in His na to commit base and despicable deeds. That is a desecration of His divine glory.”
“The reason I posed as a sacrificial offering was precisely to infiltrate this cult that profaned the glory of the Supre Lord—to purge the heretic who defiled His divine light, and to restore this cult to its rightful path.”
Rast looked at the cultist before him, his eyes filled with compassion. “The reason I am telling you this is because, during our ti together, I saw that your faith in the Supre Lord is relatively devout.”
“Though you and the other mbers of this cult were deceived and misled by that heretic into joining…”
“But regardless of the cause, since you hold such devout faith in our Supre Lord, you are, too, a believer of the Supre Lord—and thus, worthy of receiving His grace.”
“I... I...”
The barrage of information Rast had revealed was far too overwhelming, causing the cultist to stamr uncontrollably.
But upon closer thought, wasn’t it all true?
Given what the cult leader preached—the Supre Lord’s omniscience, omnipotence, and transcendent status—how could He possibly care about these petty mortal gains within Deep Blue Port?
Moreover, the cult’s ever-sneaky behavior had always felt out of place, completely inconsistent with the Supre Lord’s majesty that overlooked all mortal beings.
As so-called executors of the Supre Lord’s glory in the present world, these followers of the Holy Cult lived more like sewer rats, skulking in the dark, unable to act openly.
They even had to play a daily ga of cat and mouse with the Deep Blue Port Police, dodging them like rodents before predators—utterly stripping the Holy Cult of any semblance of divine stature.
But if all of this was rely a play orchestrated by the cult leader, with the cultists rely being pawns deceived for his selfish ends, then everything made sense.
The sheer shock sent the cultist into a dazed stupor, and only after a long while did he return to his senses.
And once he did, he found the young man before him had already walked out of the cage and was now standing in front of him.
Yet the man had not taken advantage of the mont when his mind had faltered and all defenses were down—had not tried to flee the dungeon, nor made a move to snatch the firearm holstered at his waist.
He simply gazed down at him lightly. “I understand well that all of this is too much for you to accept easily.”
“So, go ahead and summon your familiar, trusted friends and fellow believers… let them co and verify once more the fact that I am the Chosen of the Supre Lord.”
Rast’s indifferent tone carried with it a hint of compassion. “This is the rcy granted by the Supre Lord to His believers.”
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In the stream room, lines of bullet comnts scrolled wildly across the screen.
Clearly, the rubberneckers who had joined in for the spectacle never expected Little Ferret Gummy to pull off a stunt like this.
Even the viewers who had expectations for Little Ferret Gummy assud he would, like other professional players and skilled strears, rely on pure combat prowess to carve a bloody path out of the cult dungeon—the headquarters of the cult—and escape to freedom.
This was, after all, the only viable strategy players had thus far identified for clearing the “Cult Dungeon” starting scenario.
No one imagined that Little Ferret Gummy would abandon martial force altogether and instead rely solely on verbal manipulation.
With a barrage of rhetoric and persuasion, he had actually managed to talk the cultist in front of him into complete confusion, making him half-believe that he was truly a Chosen of the Evil God, while portraying the cult leader as a heretic and a usurper.
【You know what, seriously, every other expert who tried Deep Blue Port just turned it into a full-blown FPS deathmatch against the Iron Cross—testing whose aim was sharper.】
【I never thought soone would play the Deep Blue Port scenario with words instead of fists.】
【Even if it’s just words, to achieve this kind of effect, both acting and pre-gathered intelligence are essential. Clearly, Little Ferret Gummy put a lot of effort into preparation.】
【Too bad the Ti-Limited Event is about to end. Even if soone wanted to replicate Little Ferret Gummy’s strategy using his gathered intel, there wouldn’t be enough ti left to attempt another run.】
【But think about it—what’s the point of fooling so ordinary cultists?】
Amidst the amazent in the bullet comnts, dissenting voices began to surface.
【Have you all forgotten? The greatest danger within the cult is that contaminated item—】
【You don’t even need to touch it directly. Just staying near it for too long leads to unconscious corruption by the Evil God.】
【No need to wait for the Iron Cross Plague to break out completely. The corruption will hit critical levels and instantly turn one into an Iron Cross. Several players have already tried infiltrating the cult before, but they all had to abandon the run because they couldn’t resist the corruption.】
【There are really only two ways to score high in this challenge: either survive long enough, or drastically alter the existing plotline of Deep Blue Port… But staying within the cult instead of leaving ans the survival tir counts in seconds. Once spiritual corruption exceeds the limit, the ga forcefully ends.】
【Even if he follows the altered plot route—what does it matter if he convinces so cultists? Even if he stirs up internal strife, the cult leader only has to bring out the contaminated item to restore order and assert control.】
Voices of doubt also began appearing in the stream room.
These were players who had previously tried the cult infiltration route and keenly pointed out its flaws.
Yet regardless of how wildly the bullet comnts scrolled, on screen, Rast’s actions never faltered in the slightest.
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Outside the dungeon, black-robed cultists arrived one after another.
Then, they all underwent the exact sa process of ntal transformation.
At first, they doubted Rast's claim of being the true Chosen of the Supre Lord.
Then ca shock.
And finally, complete ntal collapse and speechlessness.
It couldn’t be helped—who wouldn’t be shaken to the core when this young man in front of them effortlessly revealed their personal histories and the deepest secrets hidden in their hearts?
If it had happened to just one or two, it might have been explained away as coincidence. But when Rast laid bare the hearts of everyone present, there was no way to explain it as re chance.
Among the dozen or so cultists, there were still inevitably so who could not accept it so easily. One of them couldn’t help but raise a question:
“But… if that’s the case, then by believing in the Supre Lord and supporting the true cult… what do we get in return?”
“Before you ask what the Supre Lord can give you, you should first consider what you can bring to the Supre Lord.”
Rast looked at the iron-headed youth who questioned him, his gaze still full of compassion. “Given the Supre Lord’s status and power, everything in this mortal world—be it nobles or commoners, kings or generals—are no different from ants in His eyes.”
“Don’t speak of a single town’s believers. Even if all of humanity perished, it would be of no consequence to the Supre Lord, just as you wouldn’t care if an anthill outside your doorstep was washed away by rain.”
“Yet the Supre Lord loves mankind and has granted us the opportunity to believe in Him… granting us the chance to walk in His kingdom after death.”
“Our food, clothing, shelter, and daily life in this world are all blessings from the Supre Lord. Without Him, there would be no civilization, and certainly none of us would have been born.”
“Your words just now were gravely disrespectful toward the Supre Lord… but He knows your faith is still devout, and so He is willing to forgive your rudeness and transgression—”
“If you still retain the reason of a human being, then you should understand just how imnse this grace is.”
“I…”
That cultist’s face flushed red, unable to utter a word, while his companions all glared at him with fury.
The grace of the Supre Lord was sothing their entire bloodlines could never hope to repay—how could they ever dare to ask anything in return?
“Honored Chosen… then what should we do next?”
“Should we all rush forward together and shoot that fraud who stole the sacred item of the Supre Lord and uses His na to deceive the world?”
The cultist nad Aize took the initiative to propose.
He was the first to converse with Rast, and now the most devout—he had already wholly accepted Rast as the true Chosen of the Supre Lord, while viewing the leader of the Holy Cult as a rebellious heretic.
“No, there’s no need for that.”
Rast shook his head. “He carries the sacred item of the Supre Lord. Killing him is a small matter, but if we were to damage that sacred item in the process and profane the radiance of the Supre Lord, that would be a sin we could never atone for.”
“Since he claims to be a Chosen of the Supre Lord, then we shall deal with him in the way that befits a Chosen.”
Rast smiled. “After all—”
“Evil has never prevailed over righteousness.”
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