The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 840 Ch.839 Gods Don’t Lie
Saint Delis sacrificed her body and soul to unite with various noble and righteous sects to perform rituals to save the world from being manipulated by evil and despicable gods.

This is a known fact.

The boy did not say (he did not have the courage to refute) that what Rose heard was wrong.

He only slightly modified Rose's words in a soft, cautious, and negotiating tone:
Because there is a huge ritual going on in this land concerning Him.

and so.

He can briefly use the power of ritual to call upon the souls he desires in the dormant world.

"This is not called a 'slight' modification."

The girl glanced at him and took a step forward.

After a few words.

He took another tentative step forward.

The more she interacted with him, the more she lost respect for this young man who called himself a "god" - not because she didn't respect those who were much stronger than her. For a thief who had been satiated by the rules of the streets, respecting the strong was a rule engraved in her bones and must be followed.

'Losing reverence' is just a way of saying it for people who are at a loss for words (not very knowledgeable).

God?

He is more like an overprotected young master.

Thinking of this, Rose plucked up her courage and readily accepted the invitation that the young man had been hesitant to express for a long time - he wanted to invite her to sit on the smooth black stone surface. He thought he had expressed this invitation with his body language, which would never be noticeable to anyone who was not careful and observant.

then.

Two people sitting in a row...

No one spoke again.

Rose scratched her head in annoyance.

She decided to adjust the order of her annoyances starting today: move Cinder Kratov to second place and men who can't speak to first place.

"Well. I do have many questions. Perhaps blasphemous, perhaps foolish. As great as you are, since you can see through the thoughts of mortals, you obviously know the doubts in my heart - doubts that every ritualist should have."

Rose said.

For example, what does the word "god" really mean?

If they have thoughts, then what happened in that period of history?
Whether the ritual truly borrows the power of the gods.

Their relationship with the sects.

How powerful is the 'Sleeping Ritual' - and the ultimate question: Will they wake up? What will happen when they wake up?
The boy could read Rose's every thought.

But He couldn't answer every one of her questions.

Some mysteries are so simple that they can be revealed with just one sentence, but once you know too many secrets, disaster will follow.

He said.

He must abide by the agreement between them.

"I can only answer one question for you, Li...can I call you that?"

The boy carefully observed the girl's expression, and when he found that she was not angry, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"of course."

Rose blinked her big eyes and used her index finger to tease the mycelium that emerged from the boy's clothes. From a closer look, this thing was not as scary and disgusting as it looked from a distance...

Soft, slim and smooth.

return…

Pretty cute?

"The gods have no thoughts."

The boy glanced at her timidly, and after seeing that she was concentrating on fighting her own mycelium, he quietly controlled them to condense into a human form.

A miniature version of someone with black hair and golden eyes strode up to the girl and bowed politely.

Rose smiled with two rows of teeth showing.

"That's interesting... Oh, what did you say?"

She held 'little Roland' in her palm and placed him on her lap.

"I say: The gods have no thoughts."

He repeated it, and added: "It shouldn't even be called 'God'..."

What does it mean?
Rose wondered.

No thoughts, who is she talking to now?
“…Not before.” The boy said awkwardly.

Rose: ...

What does this mean?
"Gods are just a 'phenomenon'. Until humans came into being, humans had illusions. For billions of years, 'we' have always existed in various histories. Millions of years ago, humans opened their eyes for the first time-" Rose couldn't help interrupting: "Millions of years? Billions? Wait..."

If she hadn't turned into a fool...

The history of the world should only be a few hundred years.

"What on earth are you talking about?"

However, the boy just hugged his knees and looked at her with pity.

Rose finally understood what Roland meant when she occasionally heard him mutter like crazy at night, "The Riddler must be dead."

She messed up her curly hair even more, and the little Roland on his knees extended a tentacle to considerately tidy it up for her.

"Okay, so you called me because... you have your own followers, "Black Urn", right? How do gods view their followers? I know, I know, this is another unanswerable question, right?"

The boy looked ashamed, and silently conjured up another small Roland who climbed onto the girl's knees.

Rose: ...

"You don't have to apologize for anything like that."

It was still hard to accept that a being called a "god" by everyone could actually look like this.

"I disappoint you again..."

"What? No, no, no! Of course not—" Rose imagined an iron rod and stuffed it into her head, messing up her brain and the thoughts inside: "You are exactly what we long for in our hearts, the true appearance of the gods... If you ask me, you deserve to be crowned..."

The white-haired boy was silent for a moment, then pursed his lips: "…Really?"

Rose said seriously, "That's great."

The boy tried to read the other person's thoughts, but all he heard was a bunch of meaningless "blur la la la"...

maybe…

My choice was correct.

"I...I want to ask you...to help me..."

He nodded and nodded, seeming to be hesitant to speak under Rose's patient and encouraging gaze, and scratched the stone platform with his fingertips, leaving white silk threads.

He hesitated like this for several minutes.

"…Please help me save them."

Rose answered: "Who?"

"People who have been harmed by my followers."

"…who?"

"People who have been harmed by my followers."

One kept asking, the other kept answering. Both of them had strange expressions.

That's your believer...

"...They hurt too many people." The boy read the other person's thoughts again, and stretched his neck to argue: "That's not what I meant..."

That makes sense.

Rose had long felt a strange disharmony between gods, beliefs, and religion itself.

It turned out to be the case.

"Are other religious sects like this as well? Doing things that are not in line with God's will?" she asked.

The boy said nothing and just looked at her silently.

“…You really should grow a mouth that’s willing to talk.”

"Like your lover?"

Rose was stunned at first, then nodded heavily: "For example, my lover. He is the best - by the way, can I ask why you 'chose' me?"

The strong and urgent expectation in her heart was undoubtedly heard by the gods.

And He was of course happy to meet the expectations of this slightly rude but lovable human being - although the so-called "choice" had nothing to do with her at all.

"Because you're the best."

The boy imitated someone's expression just now, with a serious look on his face.

“You’re the best.”

On the boy's face, Rose saw an expression somewhat similar to Roland's.

but…

The gods never lie...right?

(End of this chapter)