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To the teachers of the pseudo-religion, the god called Ksaxshibal resided in a dark and gloomy place, but because of that, he was a merciful god who thought of them.

But because the form manifested as a powerful explosion that could not be controlled, the cult members built up the god in the form of a powerful avenger.

Because of that image, a man named Yasle was able to easily ascend to the ranks of a cult, because his own appearance was also a good reflection of the god they believed in.

A large man with a strong desire for revenge. He has a strange tattoo on his face, but his words and actions are not violent, but rather intellectual.

As a leader of a religious nation, he knew well how to become an idol to those who believe in an immaterial god.

So he induced God to overlap his own image with his own, and was able to easily rise to the position of leader of that sect.

Because the images were so mixed, many people thought that the god who came down to this world by borrowing the body of a girl would resemble Yasle.

I thought it would at least look that strong.

But when I open my mouth, what is this?

You speak in a very childish tone.

The doubts that had been slowly growing in me turned into suspicions when I asked about his identity, and most people were convinced when I made a remark that sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.

This was not the god they had expected. Moreover, the god rose from his seat, went down, and played with the offerings.

She steps on the corpse named Gongmul while smiling innocently. And the naked girl who jumped around on the Gongmul leaves her footprints on all the Gongmul before returning to her original place.

There was a smile on his face from beginning to end. So some thought:

Could it be that you are not calling on God, but on something else?

For example, something like a devil.

They held their breath, even though they were sure that it wasn’t the god they were hoping for, because there was a chance that it might be something great.

But the girl’s question was fatal.

It was also a statement that completely denied the faith they had believed in.

How do you do it?

At this question, more than half of the believers present decided to reject the one before them. And the warrior of faith who had been stationed separately, fearing that something dangerous might be summoned, fired a weapon covered in all sorts of curses.

Puk

The girl’s head flew off with a crushing sound.

It didn’t hit exactly in the middle, but because the arrow was so thick, the right half of the head was torn to pieces along with the skull, scattering across the ground.

however.

It didn’t end there.

At least the girl who held the god had to die and whatever was inside had to return. If she was lucky, the one who had gotten inside and claimed to be her god would also die.

Of course, I had absolutely no intention of falsely claiming anything.

The problem is that the thing that should be dead is standing there.

With only half of his face remaining, he smiled brightly, as if he was free from pain, and stretched out his right hand toward the person who had slashed his face.

A dark purple smoke appeared along the path the arrow had taken. It looked as if it was going backwards in the direction it had come from, but those with keen eyes could see that the thick stem had already been connected to a thin thread before it reached the attacker.

In other words, there was no way to escape.

And the dark purple energy was slowly sucked into the attacker. In this case, a man belonging to a special group of members of the sect called the Warriors of Faith, trained for the purpose of combat.

In reality, he was a 16-year-old boy who could hardly be called a man. He came here because he lost his parents, became an orphan, and was thrown onto the streets.

Since he had no one else to help him, the boy joined the cult and grew up to be a loyal member while receiving education filled with the intention of brainwashing him.

The image of God that was taught in that education was not something that was in front of him. It was a great, leader-like image that was in front of him. Therefore, the boy, who thought that this summoning was a failure, shot the crossbow for the safety of the leader.

Immediately after that, I felt a terrible, cold pain in my heart.

At the same time, his finger was stuck to the crossbow he had shot and was not moving. No, it wasn’t to the point where it wasn’t moving at all, his finger was actually stuck to the crossbow.

And he saw the dark purple smoke seeping deep into his bones. Under his skin, under his muscles, into his bones. And into everything inside him.

It was probably under the thick armor, but the boy saw it clearly.

A chill runs through my whole body that makes my teeth chatter, but I don’t care about that feeling.

It’s below.

There was something that looked like a girl just a moment ago.

Opposite of light.

Endless darkness.

An eternally hungry emptiness.

Those who are beneath despair.

Words like scripture and Ksaxshibal that describe God flashed through my mind, and I saw for myself that all of those expressions were far from sufficient.

All the training and education he had faithfully accumulated over the years, the joy and sadness, the despair and anger, and finally the hope, came to his mind and he watched it slowly being sucked into what was beneath.

He could only watch in horror as his precious possessions were taken away.

and

It was so cold.

It’s like falling into water with nothing in it. The sound is muffled, and all you can see is deep darkness. The warmth that was there just a moment ago is gone.

I have to find it. I thought to myself.

A frozen body is not touched by emotions even when the head rolls. It already has no emotions. Or it is caught up in just one emotion.

I looked ahead slowly.

A warrior of the same faith. Surrounded by armor, but strangely visible from the inside. Let’s say that he knows the face.

I can see the man who was my instructor and the woman whose face I have never seen before. And in the middle of it all, there is light.

You know that this was what you had until just now, and now it’s been taken away by what’s down there.

Then what should we do?

Let’s take it.

He slowly raised the crossbow, which was now completely integrated with his hand. He aimed it very slowly at the person on the other side, so that he wouldn’t notice that he was about to attack.

You have to get away from what’s below. It’s too cold. It’s scary to look at. It’s like a moonless night lakeside where you can never come out once you fall in.

What you need is warmth.

And that’s in front.

I don’t have a second arrow. Even if I had one, I would need a special tool to reload it. This bow cannot be pulled by human strength.

But the crossbow’s bow slowly rises backwards. And a purple-black arrow rises from beneath the crossbow.

I briefly wondered why this was happening, but the anticipation that I would be able to steal the light from the person in front of me was too great.

Give me light!

Taang!

A powerful purple arrow, incomparable to the crossbow shot just before, pierced the person in front in a perfectly straight line.

And at the same time, seven crossbow bullets pierced the boy’s body.

While the boy was aiming at the person on the other side, there were several people aiming their crossbows at the boy who looked strange.

But instead of falling through a hole and hitting the ground, your body floats in the air like an awkwardly broken polygonal character in a game. There’s not even a single part connecting your legs to your body.

It’s physically impossible, but it still holds its form.

And the damaged area was replaced by a dark purple fog.

At this, a sense of crisis arose among the people around him, but soon dispersed.

Because the body was lowered back to the floor and covered with a tar-like viscosity that was different from the purple-black color.

It’s a curse that hangs on an arrow.

This is originally a curse to eliminate a transcendent being like a god. Of course, in terms of lineage, it is not a major related god like Zeus, Athena, Thor, or Odin, but a type of curse that deals with Japanese minor gods.

It was a technique that a person named Yasle had taken from an old religion and modified.

The technique was enough to kill what was then a boy.

Although his head was blown off and he could no longer think, the boy was very happy. He no longer had to be cold.

As the cold gradually disappeared in my fading consciousness, I disappeared while thinking that I was warm.

Like a man who has thrown himself into cold water in a bath and then come out gasping for breath, the boy’s soul left his body.

But the incident didn’t end there.

The girl who was on the other side of the boy, a special type of soldier called the Warrior of Faith, also transformed in exactly the same way as the boy.

Of course, he was killed before he could attack any further.

Among them, there was one person who was the happiest.

It is spinning around a stone chair. It is wearing the skin of a girl and its face, which was half blown away, has returned to its original state and is smiling brightly.

Because the warmth I just got from the light was warm.

The light was as different as the soggy sashimi you get from eating locally and the soggy sashimi you get from buying it at a big mart. It was much warmer than the light that fell on her mouth due to her sudden death.

As if that wasn’t enough, the light of the boy’s attacker also rolled into its mouth.

oh my god!

The light is radiating!

A path seemed possible to fulfill the desire for auto hunting.

I immediately guessed that if I were to breathe myself into this shining being in the form of a girl, this would be what would happen.

Its head was spinning in front of the most important thing. In a way, you could say that its head was doing its job.

To eat food, predict what will happen next.

It had the shape of a girl who was jumping for joy, but it soon stopped moving and approached Yasle.

“I’m not a fucking sack.”

Yasle realized that what she had been guessing had become reality.

But the funniest thing is that both are wrong.

If plus is reality, living in a world that can be called minus, there were endlessly unhappy people. There was only such a phenomenon.

In every world where there is light, there is a phenomenon that exists as if it were a law.

And in one world, the story that was created by fabricating that reality is the god called Ksaxshibal.

Yasle called correctly.

Even though it was so different.

It said to Yasle:

“I just showed you what I can do, so I’ll ask again.”

The girl with purple hair and shining purple eyes looked straight at Yasle and asked:

“What do you want to do with this?”

It sounded like the devil’s whispers from the old scriptures, Yasle thought. But he didn’t care whether the being before him was Ksaxshival or something else.

What really matters is that you have someone who can help you get your revenge.

Yasle answered.

“Plural.”

The girl smiled brightly at those words. It meant that she had a chance to stay and get some warmth.

The girl held out her hand.

“I.”

But it stopped there for a moment. The girl who had been squealing a few times soon made a displeased face and shook her head. That was because her name had not come out. She knew the letters in her head and could read them, but strangely, her name did not come out.

So I decided to tell the girl’s name.

“It’s Rebecca. Rebecca Rolf.”

Yasle knew that was the name the girl’s body had, so she answered like this.

“Jieronymus. That’s my name.”

If it’s a fake name, let’s use a fake name. Yasle, not her real name, said the name she was using in this church.

The girl and the man shook hands, and with that a contract was made.

It cannot be called a contract, as it is full of lies from beginning to end.

Still, a contract is a contract.

On this day, a cult found its god.