[A/N: This Is The Last Of These Side Stories. Next Chapter Will Start The Second Arc.]
[Constance POV]
Ever since I was an orphan, born without any parentage. The orphan that I was raised with often prayed to god.
Back when I was a child, I often told myself. "What is god?" My caretaker was always unclear in explaining what god was. There were tis that I was reprimanded for questioning God itself.
And because of it, I started to despise the word, god. What made this so-called god so crucial that everyone in the orphanage revered them as soone worth worshiping?
I couldn't wrap my head around it. So I started to question what god is. What are gods? There wasn't a way to define what it was.
As I grew older, the word god started to annoy . This god that everyone here worships does nothing for us.
If this so-called god that everyone here liked so much was so powerful, why did the food served we eat taste so horrible? Why did our parents abandon us?
This god that everyone here loves so much has done nothing for us. I'm tired of hearing the word god when it is pointless.
Ti passed, and everyone here who prayed for god didn't bother anymore. I just stopped caring for it. I an, what doesn't hurt doesn't matter.
But one day, an incident happened. This so-called god spoke to . Was this what everyone called a revelation?
I couldn't see what this god was, but I felt its power. My tiny worldview had shattered eting this thing. Why did it call for ? I had nothing to do with it. I was a simple girl that lived in an orphanage.
With the change of view, I joined everyone in the orphanage. My relationship with everyone changed for the better once I joined them.
Even though I didn't know the god, I joined everyone. I didn't know what this god was, but I wanted to see what lies in the figure of the god.
Everything then changed once I hit the age of eighteen. I found the god I was looking for. My skill, "Follower Of God," was why I'm here today.
[Follower Of God: Rank SSS (Level: 1)]: By praying to God, the user can draw so of God's strength. The more you believe in your god, the stronger you get.
What is my God? Getting this power, I found what my "God" is. To , God is the source of all power. The more I believe in the source of this power, the stronger I get.
With this power of mine, I made it to good use. At the start, I did these small tasks of fighting thugs that could be found in the streets.
Compared to the current , all of these tasks seed pointless. After all, I could blow up a city if I wanted to.
But this power of mine grew the more I prayed. This must have proved that what I was praying for was real.
To , God wasn't a person or a figure. It was an endless source of power that everyone could use. The system to which everyone replies uses this power.
My power was weak at the start, but my growth was sothing that no one could be compared to. I grew to the second overall ranking at the age of twenty-five.
Cyrus, the only one above , was almost impassable. He has been the first rank for over a hundred years. No one knew much about him, but his strength was unfathomable.
I'm now twenty-six and was recovering from the injuries that I had gained. Currently, I'm reading the reports of a child nad Charles Anderson.
His na resonates with . I don't know why but that is why I'm investigating him. His reports are intriguing, to say the very least.
Looking into this child's past, it wasn't very pleasant. He had already broken his past, which many couldn't dream of.
I would say his talent is imasurable. He is currently in the 395th rank. He is within two weeks of receiving his system, and his ranking is insanely high.
At this rate, he would catch up to in a few months if he improves this fast. Was his talent the reason why I felt this feeling? Or was God telling sothing?
The only way to know what I'm feeling is to et him. After I recuperate my injuries, I will see him.
Lying in a bath full of dicine is refreshing. Not only am I getting cleaned up, but the warm feeling I'm receiving is incomparable to a regular bath.
Looking at my chest, I felt the baggage coming from them. I sighed, thinking about how I could get these things to lighten.
After finishing using my dical bath, I left the place and cleaned myself up. Getting my robe on, I left and visited the orphanage where I was raised.
"Constance."
"Director."
The director of the orphanage was inside the orphanage. She is a kind lady who cares for the children in this place. I wished that she was my caretaker during my ti.
"Thank you for all your donations. Everyone here can't thank you enough."
"As I said, there is no need to thank . Everyone inside will be our future hope. I'm doing what everyone should do with how much I earn."
"Even when you say that the amount you give is a lot. Because of you, the children here don't have to worry about shelter and food."
"Why don't we go in? The children here all want to et you. They're fond of you."
Taking what the director had suggested, we went in. Many children under the age of eighteen are here playing. The older kids will take care of the young. At the sa ti, the younglings will play in peace.
Seeing all of this couldn't help but make smile. I hope all these children will continue to live in peace.
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