Does Travis have faith?
No.
Because it’s hard for him to die.
Only those who easily face death have faith.
They fear losing, losing their lives, their wealth, their loved ones, everything in the world.
So they yearn for a mysterious presence that can bless them, liberate them from such loss.
"God?"
Travis muttered, standing tall in front of the darkness.
He’d heard that the so-called Dark Savior was darkness itself, so there were no statues in the Mafia’s most sacred sanctuary.
In other words, the darkness before him was the god itself.
"Interesting."
Travis undid his belt and whistled.
He was a man from the West, where people respect only two things, the scorching sun, and death.
Coincidentally, neither of those things was here.
So Travis decided to relieve himself first.
The feeling of desecrating a deity... it felt thrilling.
However, just as he was about to proceed with the act, he suddenly felt as if sothing was watching him.
The feeling made him extrely uncomfortable.
Because that gaze ca from the darkness itself.
"Are you kidding ? Is there really a Dark Savior?"
Travis didn’t believe it at all.
He was soone who wasn’t even afraid of death.
So he was determined to finish what he had set out to do.
But soon he found that his whole body, starting from his hand, couldn’t move.
He realized sothing was wrong and imdiately activated his True Na power.
His True Na power ant he wasn’t just himself; there was a younger Travis as well.
The younger Travis was hiding around him, and now was his ti to step out.
But soon, he discovered that even his younger self was unable to move.
That power was terrifyingly strong.
"The disrespectful should die."
A voice suddenly ca from the deepest darkness.
The sense of being watched in the darkness turned into sothing almost tangible at that mont.
And at that mont, he saw...
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Jesse saw the face of a not-so-familiar servant in his own room.
Especially when he was a bit tipsy, in the midst of riding a woman.
This feeling first made him angry, then suddenly alert.
A servant would never dare to intrude on his bedroom so rashly, especially at such a ti.
There were still people outside guarding.
So, this person...
His experiences in Kasmo always made him keep a knife at the bedside, so he decisively grabbed it and rushed at the servant, not even bothering to wear clothes.
He was even a bit excited.
Because he found it quite interesting.
Just when everything seed to end in a sowhat dull manner, an unexpected surprise had occurred.
"So, are you Johnny Blackbird?"
He attacked while questioning the servant.
"I could be."
The servant smiled mysteriously and then opened his palm, revealing a flower blooming in his hand.
"This is so interesting."
Jesse felt his long-dormant blood vessels co alive, so he didn’t even call for the guards.
This was the nightlife he should be living.
Soone else who saw sothing was Sea King Lockeby.
In the midst of the howling winds, he saw God.
It seed to be a night when the divine walked the earth.
Unlike Travis, Sea King Lockeby believed in God.
He believed imnsely.
Because he once deeply felt that power close to the divine.
Strictly speaking, he might be one of the most profound existences in the True Na of the Destruction God.
He might not even need to add "one of."
The Destruction God is a new True Na, quietly erging only after the full-scale developnt of the New Continent.
It relied on, or rather, its ergence was predicated on, the Mafia, a massive, organized Mafia.
In the Old Continent, there were mafias too, but they weren’t as strong and flourishing as the ones in the New Continent of this era.
They were still limited by national forces, religious forces, always suppressed to a smaller scope.
This might be the reason the Destruction God had not appeared.
A new True Na ans a new limit.
Lockeby felt he was one of the few who knew the truth behind the True Na.
That is... authority.
Authority is the endpoint of a True Na.
And on the path of the Destruction God, the ultimate authority seed to be unclaid by any existence.
There was no true Destruction God.
Of course, those ignorant people created the so-called Dark Savior.
That was sothing Lockeby completely didn’t believe in.
No one had walked further on this path than he had.
Because he had walked far, he saw what many others couldn’t.
He firmly believed that the authority of the Destruction God was still vacant.
He wanted to acquire that authority.
But on this night, he felt he might not be able to reach the end.
He saw God.
He could hardly describe what God looked like.
But isn’t God just like that?
When he led people against those Sea God Sect believers who suddenly appeared from the darkness.
When he crushed those Sea God Sect believers, especially their leader nad Maurice, with his True Na power.
When he thought it would all end like this, that he would waste a beautiful night and that his carefully chosen attire was redundant.
The divine descended.
In the wind.
At first, Lockeby thought it was the Sea God.
After all, Maurice was a believer of the Sea God.
The Sea God was truly furious.
Even though, in Lockeby’s understanding, from what he knew from confidential information, Sea God Isis was in so state from which escape was absolutely impossible.
This was why he initially wasn’t afraid of the Sea God Sect.
But now, he had to believe.
The pressure from the wind was the most extre manifestation of the power he had ever personally felt.
Authority.
He still attempted to resist, to fight back.
Despite appearing like a mafia leader who, having obtained power and money, seed timid and afraid of death.
But the reason he did so was because he wanted to live longer.
Now, his life was threatened.
He didn’t plan to hide any of his power.
He planned to unleash all his forces.
He wanted to fight against the divine.
The outco was...
In the end, he knelt down.
In the wind.
No one understood why he did that.
Only he knew, he was wrong, it wasn’t so Sea God.
It was sothing truly capable of ruling his fate.
He was terribly wrong.
So he knelt down, bowing in worship.
No one knew what Sea King Lockeby saw that night.
Only a few saw him kneeling in the wind, devoutly, like a child, or a lamb.
He chanted softly and finally sang: "An."
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