The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 909 Ch.908 About Gods and Infection

"so…"

"You saw the 'spirit'——?"

In the cabin.

Several people gathered around a round table nailed to the floor. On it, besides two stacks of 'Fiery Ritualist Come to Battle Card Sets' (others strongly objected to this new name), an unhappy snake, and the wet 'Little Roland' himself.

Their surprise at what Rose had dreamt about was evident on their faces - especially Shandel's.

For her, "gods" and "faith" have been deeply rooted in her bones and flesh since childhood.

His father went insane because of the curse of the gods, and his grandfather also lost his daughter because of the curse of the gods - at least the bishop believed that the blood and soul of the daughter of 'Xander Kratofer' were naturally mixed with some crazy and mottled whispers...

Not just because of the strange objects.

otherwise.

He had no way of explaining why his granddaughter possessed such terrible "qualification".

Rather than being 'born out of fate and time' - the bishop, who was stern and more pious than most saints, was more convinced that this was a curse.

That's right.

If he really believed in fate, he would not have been able to maintain such a high degree of pure faith in his Father God for so many years - this awe-inspiring "purity" naturally gave him a transcendent status and benefited future generations.

Although…

After a certain Saint Miss failed to be selected and left the convent, her "respect" declined. But thanks to Gary Kratov and her own "qualifications", she is still one of the most respected people in the Holy Cross.

Not as a believer, but as a ritualist.

now.

She now has another person protecting her: 'Enid Jutia'.

Come back.

Of course, Shandel was the most surprised one among them.

The environment she grew up in, every person she came into contact with, every book she read, and every story she heard all revealed one truth:
God is not to be approached.

He pays attention to the world, but does not allow the world to look directly at him. He created a beautiful world, but also created war, pain, hatred, malice, and disasters. For people whose faith is not firm, it does not make much difference whether the gods stand in glory or wear grass skirts.

But believers are different.

Especially a most devout blasphemer who is full of malice in his heart, trying to deceive mortals and trying to promote the "path to godhood" with his own hands.

For her.

What Rose saw and heard was so important—what she thought was ‘surprise’ was actually ‘curiosity’ and ‘excitement’.

Gods are not imaginary 'gods'.

This is definitely a great thing.

So it seems...

The gray-haired girl's blue eyes moved, pausing for a moment on the wet mycelium before moving away nonchalantly: "If what you saw was really a 'god', then I may have a more interesting guess..."

"God... maybe..."

Shandel picked up a card from the deck, held it between his fingers, and slowly turned it over: "Flesh Maggot"

"Perhaps they were 'changed' once."

"Have you been changed once?" Rose was about to say 'I don't understand what you mean' - but at this moment she was facing Shandel, and she could imagine how the other party would mock her after she said 'I don't understand'.

"Ah, I see. It's the spirit servant."

The little thief, pretending to know everything, started to talk nonsense.

"As we all know, the servants of the gods possess a portion of the authority of the gods. So, they attacked the sleeping gods through a ritual that is not circulated in the waking world - huh?"

As he was talking, he realized something was wrong.

Sleeping...

Yes.

Wasn’t the one I saw awake?
Roland: ...

"She's an absolute idiot."
-
oops.

"Vansitate, do you know? When stupidity is covered with a coat, it changes its name," said Cinder, holding the thin card with a playful look on his face. "It's called 'pretentiousness'."

Rose sneered at Chandel.

The same goes for little Roland on the table.

"I mean... Roland, do you still remember the reason why the alien species was born?"

"Wish, longing, fantasy." "That's right. So, don't you think that this eternal 'Son of Pus' is somewhat 'infected' by the road?" The gray-haired girl looked around the round table and reached out to pull out another card, on which was written the words written by Halida:
"Bow of Good"——As a card in the Holy Cross faction deck.

"Because the path of "disaster" requires "qualification"..."

Shake the cards.

“It is good.”

boom.

"What?!" Rose stood up suddenly.

…………

……

Shandel was not wrong.

The qualification required for the "Saint" path of the Holy Cross is "evil thoughts".

However, the path of "disaster" held by the evil cult organization Black Urn requires "goodness" as fuel for its burning.

No wonder Rose was surprised.

When Shandel heard it for the first time, his expression was not much better than Rose's.

The girl sat down dejectedly with a bewildered look on her face: "This... is really humorous... Kratov. The path held by the cult actually requires kindness..."

She suddenly remembered the performance of the gods in her dream, and became more and more convinced of Xiandel's guess.

"Of course, there is another possibility."

Shandel tapped the table with his fingers.

"The so-called "qualification" and "path" are like the door of every house - just the "lock" and "barrier" set up by the villa owner voluntarily or involuntarily - let's not describe the two situations of voluntary or involuntary. Let's put it this way, rather than "infection", I think it is the "imagination" of humans themselves about them and the rules one by one."

What a long paragraph.

Rose didn't understand a word of it.

"Imagination. Or, fantasy."

Shandel turned his head silently and looked at Roland: "This is also a kind of 'power' that exists in the waking world - a power that comes from the human soul, just like good and evil, life and death..."

The girl became more and more excited as she spoke, but her words became more and more unclear.

She suppressed her trembling and tapped her toes in her soft shoes.

——Time seemed to have instantly moved to the midsummer season, and a sea fish was found dead in a hot swamp.

It fell into the mud, and the salty smell it emitted mixed with the damp and rotten stench in the mud to form a smell that made people lose their rationality.

Shandel made a very bold guess.

Even if she said it out loud, she would probably be burned to death given her status.

If that’s the case…

Then.

Roland...

Her lover may...

Unbelievable.

And it seems as if it should be this way.

"So, this mycelium doll is a gift from the 'Son of Pus' to you—"

"You changed the subject too abruptly, Kratov," Rose said with doubtful eyes, "I always feel like you are thinking of something bad again..."

"I'm wondering whether the White Lotus Sect members on the ship will stay or go."

"Oh, then..."

That's reasonable.

Rose carefully picked up the little Roland on the table - the latter pointed at Roland reluctantly, indicating that Rose should hand it to Roland.

Then 'holding' became 'taking', and from 'taking' became 'pinching' and 'pulling'.

In the end it just became a tug.

Pulled silk.

"…Anyway, this thing was given to me by that crybaby—what are you looking at? Your dad is a crybaby."

Little Roland: (｀へ)
Small candle: (#_)
Xiao Luolan: (T﹏T)

(End of this chapter)