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[(Side Story) We finally t]
“… president?”
Fortunately, no one heard Sosinhan’s mumbling.
Everyone was intoxicated by the prophet’s overwhelming charisma.
“iced coffee…!!”
The fanatics at the scene, as well as the priests and new believers who had brought the group, looked up at the prophet blankly.
“Prophet! Draw us to Him!”
-dump.
The kneeling priest folded his hands and looked up at the prophet with a dreamy expression.
““Lead us!””
An Jun and the other students also knelt down after him.
-What are you doing? Are you going to co all the way here and get caught as a spy?
So Shin-han barely ca to his senses after hearing An Jun’s voice and fell to his knees.
But his mind was still confused.
‘Why is there soone who looks exactly like the boss?’
The face of a great man appeared in Soshinhan’s mind.
At that mont, the face of the boss he knew began to beco clearer.
“…!!”
It was as if the [Blur] filter over the photo was slowly disappearing.
Where the filter called ‘cognitive error’ disappeared, the face of the man who runs Lim’s Restaurant appeared as it was.
“Ah…”
Soshinhan realized what he had been mistaken about.
Who trained him every morning.
Who was the person who interrogated every night and explained my martial arts skills?
Who was the person who filled the bowl with the grueling yet hearty mana nutritional food?
“Ah… ah….”
So Shin-han could not control the trembling of his body due to the unbearable shock and joy. Tears flowed from his eyes.
‘The owner… was the landlord.’
The hero who was his idol and dream was the person he joked with face to face every morning.
So Shin-han lowered his head and muttered, wiping away the flowing tears with the back of his hand.
“I can’t believe I only just realized that I t that person… such a foolish bastard…”
An Jun’s expression hardened as he anxiously watched So Shin-han next to him.
‘Why is this kid acting like that all of a sudden?’
This is a hostile place where everything can end if you let your guard down even for a mont.
But isn’t So Shin-han preoccupied sowhere different from before?
‘You couldn’t possibly co all the way here and ruin things…’
An Jun turned his head and looked at the priest with a nervous feeling.
If the priest had noticed anything strange in the attitude of the believer…
“How can he be this faithful!”
However, contrary to An Jun’s worries, the priest looked at Sosinhan with a satisfied expression.
“Are you saying you’re so moved that it brings tears to your eyes? “It’s been a long ti since I’ve seen such a devout believer.”
“…yes. That’s right.”
The priest looked genuinely happy, and Sosinhan nodded in a tearful voice, making him happy once more.
‘It didn’t feel that way? ‘You really ant it?’
An Jun was confused, but he didn’t know whether to be happy that the ghost had sohow co together.
If that’s the case, it’s really creepy…
but why does it feel like I’m being scamd…
Anyway, So Shin-han, who successfully overca the crisis, fell into deep thought.
As the cognitive error was broken and the truth was realized, a big question arose.
‘But why? ‘That prophet has the landlord’s face, right?’
Soshinhan raised his head and looked at the altar.
The face of Redfinger’s prophet, drenched in the blood of the sacrifice, was clearly visible.
At that ti, a second offering walked up the altar.
This ti it was a young boy who looked to be around Lily’s age.
The Prophet blessed the child, and the child smiled happily and lay down on the altar.
And the prophet’s sword plunged into the child’s chest.
-Phew!
Blood spattered on the Prophet’s face, but he did not blink.
Instead, he smiled lazily and closed the eyes of the child who was squirming in pain.
“You have beco a part of Him.”
“Thank you…”
The child’s body went limp and Soshinhan found that his fists were clenched without realizing it.
‘You crazy bastard!’
If it weren’t for the weeks of training I received, I would have been able to run away confidently.
However, So Shin-han lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and reflected on his mission several tis.
A ritual in which the heart of a living sacrifice is pulled out and offered.
The madness reached its peak as ti went by.
The sacrifices walked up on their own, lay down on the altar, and surrendered themselves to the prophet’s sword with happy expressions.
– Pugh. Phew. As each heart was pulled out, the fanatics scread in excitent
.
Everyone, including , cried out in jealousy as the sacrificed people who wanted to beco a part of him, offering up their hearts, were struggling and dying.
‘Everyone here is crazy.’
A collective madness that can drive even sane people crazy.
Before we knew it, new believers from WHA were crying out with bloodshot eyes to beco part of Him.
However, as the surroundings beca engulfed in madness, Soshinhan’s mind grew colder.
He thought as he stared into the Prophet’s face.
‘This is what I heard from the boss yesterday.’
yesternight.
After telling Soshinhan a technique that should not be used unless it is absolutely inevitable, Daein hesitated for a mont and said this.
-Mr. Shinhan. Don’t be surprised if you go there and see anything.
-Do not worry! I’m confident you won’t be surprised no matter what monster appears!
-hmm. It’s not that kind…
The great man was thinking about how to explain it, then just sighed and said.
-Trust unconditionally. can you do that?
-Sure!
-…That answer. I’ll believe it won’t change.
At that mont, the great man smiled bitterly.
Soshinhan was puzzled, but before he could ask, Daein stood up first.
-Then sleep well. Because tomorrow will be a long day.
And now,
So Xinhan pursed his lips and looked at the prophet who had the sa face as the landlord.
“His little lambs.”
The prophet, drenched in the red blood of the living sacrifices, looked down at the fanatics.
A red halo illuminated behind him.
“The ti will co soon. He will be resurrected. You will beco a part of Him and live in paradise forever”
-Puhuaaaaa!
The magical energy that burst from the prophet’s body spread throughout the city.
The fanatics scread so loudly that the red tower shook.
“Prophet!”
“I will give you my heart!”
“Everything for Him!”
The priests were so excited that they had to stop the believers from running up to the altar.
“I will ask you a question.”
The priest who brought Anjun and Sosinhan and others looked back at them. His eyes were shining with madness.
“Are you ready to be a part of Him?”
The question was whether they could sacrifice their hearts, but everyone caught up in the atmosphere rushed to answer “Yes!”
Except for Soshinhan.
“I…”
As he hesitated to answer, the priest’s expression beca distorted. However, his expression brightened again after the next words.
Soshinhan said calmly.
“I have already received imasurable grace from Him. “I could give you my heart right now, but before that I want to do sothing helpful to Him.”
A bold answer and unwavering eyes.
Since he was a priest who had previously viewed Sosinhan favorably, he was happy to even give such an answer.
The ‘him’ that Sosinhan was talking about was soone else, but there was no way for the priest to know that.
“You are fully qualified. You will soon see the prophet.”
In the first place, WHA’s students had far more useful value than offering them up as living sacrifices.
The question just now was just a test of my faith.
Soon, the purification ritual perford by Red Finger’s prophet was completed, and So Shin-han was told to wait with An Jun.
-shit. Why did you say that? You can just be quiet.
With only the two of them left, An Jun glared at So Shin-han and asked in full voice.
Soshinhan answered indifferently.
He deliberately spoke out loud instead of full voice.
“I want to et the prophet.”
Now, everything that Soshinhan saw, heard, and said was being shared with Daein through his lens and the listening device in his ear.
‘The boss will want that too.’
Because the function was minimized, it was not possible to receive voices from the other side, but Sosinhan judged that Great India would also want to see the prophet up close and personal.
After a while the priest returned and spoke to the two n.
“The prophet says he will see you.”
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The atmosphere in the room was serious. They were all silently looking at the monitor in front.
“…….”
“…….”
Soshinhan’s view was being shared on the monitor through the lens he was wearing.
In other words, everyone was watching the prophet’s face in his wavering vision.
“That’s…”
“Because it’s such a famous face…”
“Isn’t it like magic or an artifact? “Maybe she had plastic surgery…”
While everyone was watching and couldn’t say anything properly, Daein said indifferently, as if asking sothing like that.
“It’s not fake.”
The great man was recognizable at a glance.
It feels like looking in a mirror.
It wasn’t sothing imitated by magic or artifacts.
The great man turned his head and looked at Lilith, who was srized.
“Landlord of the world you live in. Right?”
“Uncle…”
Lilith’s expression was sothing that could not be described in words.
She, who was stronger than anyone else in the room, was trembling pitifully like a weak animal.
“No…”
A man who builds a tower with countless corpses and pulls out the hearts of living people, but still looks languid.
The shock Lilith received the mont she saw that face was indescribable.
“It can’t be… sothing is wrong. Why did you…”
Lilith shook her head as if she wanted to deny reality.
Daein took a deep breath and grabbed her arm to calm her down.
“There is no point in continuing to deny it.”
“The man is dead. He’s definitely dead…”
“Co to your senses!”
Lilith flinched at the great man’s shout.
He blinked his frightened eyes and looked at Daein, as if he had regressed to when he was 10 years old.
Daein felt sorry for that sight, but he couldn’t just watch it.
“It wasn’t really unexpected. “I just didn’t want to think about it.”
“…….”
Lilith lowered her head.
It was true.
Since the last ti she spoke with Daein on the bench, a feeling of ‘what if?’ began to grow in Lilith’s mind.
But I rejected that assumption itself.
Because the man who remained in her mory was never a person who would harm innocent people.
But the prophet of a terrible organization called Redfinger…
“Now I… “What should I do?”
Tears flowed like an idiot.
Ever since he died, or since I thought he was dead, I haven’t shed a single glance.
“What can I do?”
Tuk.
The great man said, placing his hand on her head.
“I don’t know why that kid is doing that, but I have to beat him up to make him co to his senses.”
Anyone else would have imdiately shaken it off, but this touch had an irresistible magical power.
And the blunt yet gentle way of speaking.
“So, pop.”
“…huh.”
“But even if you grow up, does your nose still turn red when you cry? “Is it Rudolph?”
“Mr. Woo.”
Daein, who cald Lilith down, turned his head and asked Baek Younghee.
“Have you found out their location?”
“…we are currently narrowing it down. “I think it will take a little longer to figure out the exact location.”
“Please hurry.”
“yes!”
Daein’s eyes turned to the monitor again.
Sosinhan and Anjun were following the priest to et the prophet.
‘But if that guy is a prophet, then what does Redfinger say he is?’
I thought that Daein was ‘the one’ whom the landlords of other worlds looked up to as gods in Red Finger.
But he was actually playing the role of a prophet.
So what is ‘him’?
Is it sothing tangible? Or is he just an imaginary god created by a prophet to create a religion?
While Daein’s thoughts continued, the three arrived in front of the large door.
– Kugugugugugung!
When the three people arrived, the door opened by itself.
The prophet stood with his back turned in a space large enough to be used as a playground.
“Co here.”
The Prophet spoke without looking at them.
He was holding his back and raising his head, looking up at sothing.
“…….”
Soshinhan raised his head, wondering what the prophet was looking at.
After so ti, what ca into his field of vision was also seen by Daein.
-Wiggle.
A huge red tree reaching hundreds of ters in height.
A huge egg in the center of the tree.
Inside the translucent shell made up of a thin film, a gigantic being that was difficult to describe in words was curled up like a fetus in the womb.
-Wiggle.Wiggle.
The red tree had over a thousand roots on the ground, and the being in the egg at the center moved slowly as if swimming.
The great man had seen sothing similar to that a few years ago.
He sighed softly.
“…Demon Tree.”
At that mont, the prophet who had his back turned turned and looked at Sosinhan.
-We finally t.
“…….”
The great man felt as if he was speaking to him.
[(Side story) We finally t] The end
ⓒ Ganjjajang
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