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Chapter 477 Human Heart
"Ok?"

Gus was taken aback.

What is this sound?

He subconsciously frowned, and for a moment even thought it was his imagination.

Ever since that damned brand was branded on the back of his neck, he has often heard and seen things that don't belong to this world.

The whispers of the dead, the lurking gazes of monsters... these have become commonplace.

But this voice... is different.

It was clear, direct, and carried an indescribable sense of power, resonating deep within his mind.

Not an illusion!

Gus suddenly realized what was happening, and his expression became more serious.

He scanned his surroundings warily, but in this strange spiral staircase space, there was nothing but the lofty hand of God, the city lord's head struggling in pain, the trembling Delicia, and the little fairy blocking the girl's way.

"Who?! Who are you?!"

What's the purpose of this cowardly fellow?!

Gus lowered his voice, roaring inwardly.

"Purpose? My purpose is very simple..."

The voice rang out again, carrying an all-knowing understanding.

The voice paused for a moment, and Guss felt his consciousness being guided by an invisible force, as countless fragments of information flooded into his mind like a tide.

The truth of the world... a distorted cause and effect...

According to records, this world consists of two parts—the human realm and the underworld.

Humans, fairies, witches, demons... as history unfolds, they are constantly connected yet in conflict, intensifying the fusion of these two realms.

War... is a catalyst. Humans seize land, people, and resources through war, leading to the rise of sects that exert extreme control over people's thoughts and beliefs. This greatly diminishes the presence of fairies and witches, causing widespread suffering and death on earth. Ironically, this strengthens the power of demons in the underworld, causing rifts to appear in the world...

[In the wars that have raged for millions of centuries, humanity's most fundamental and darkest emotions and desires resonated, coalescing into a single life form... It reflects the unchanging 'evil' nature of humanity throughout the ages, possessing boundless power...]

The first god created by humankind—the God of the Abyss—was born.

The God of the Abyss created the "Hand of God" group, which selects "candidates" from the mortal realm every few centuries, supports them in ascending to power, and produces Behelits as a medium for communication between them.

The 'Hand of God,' as the name suggests, are the claws and teeth of God. The God of the Abyss bestows upon them power to bewitch humanity, tempting them to sacrifice their loved ones and fall into the trap of becoming apostles.

The God of the Abyss is well aware of human nature, and Behelight will always follow the tide of human nature and return to his destined master.

When the time is ripe, the 'Eclipse' will descend, marking humanity's most depraved moment... sacrificing what they cherish, exchanging their souls for power, to complete the reincarnation of the 'Hand of God' or the 'Apostle'...

This is the cruel cause and effect that runs through this world...

The more chaotic the world becomes, the stronger the power of the God of the Abyss, and the stronger the power of the Apostles and the Hand of God.

They will make the world even more chaotic...

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Gus's breathing became heavy. This information was impacting his cognition, yet it damnably aligned with everything he had experienced!
The Eclipse! Griffith! Behemoth! And... the God of the Abyss!!

So... this is the truth?
"This is a hopeless world. I want to rebel against it, but I am already dead."

"It was through the traces he left behind that we found this world..."

The voice, tinged with a sigh, spoke slowly.

"Me in this world...?"

Gus caught the strange word and was somewhat puzzled, as it was beyond his comprehension.

But before he could ask further, the voice continued:
"As for... my purpose is for people like you... for those who refuse to be controlled by fate and dare to raise their swords against this damned law of cause and effect..."

"...with strength and hope!"

……

On the other side, at the top of the spiral staircase.

The Hands of God looked down at everything that was happening below, as if watching a meticulously choreographed drama.

The city lord's consciousness was struggling violently.

Live!
He wants to live!
But... is the price Delicia?

His only, most beloved daughter?
On that enormous, fleshy face, the remaining features were twisted, revealing intense pain and hesitation.

That was his last and most profound obsession.

He can abandon his humanity, he can become a monster, he can slaughter countless people, but only...

"Ha ha……"

Looking at the face below, contorted in pain, Griffith's lips curled into a cold smile.

He reached out his hand, but the invisible force still bound Delicia.

The girl's body trembled slightly in the air, tears blurring her vision.

But when she saw the hesitation and pain in her father's monstrous form, a faint, almost impossible feeling of emotion rose in her heart.

"dad……"

She murmured unconsciously.

"Oh?"

Standing beside Griffith, the Hand of God, Yubik, who resembled a chubby infant, let out a sharp laugh. "How touching... such a touching father-daughter bond?"

"But if not, what is the point of this 'game'?"

The other female form of God's Hand, Slan, licked her lips and added in a seductive voice.

A malevolent gaze shifted between the city lord and Delicia.

If sacrifice is not the most precious thing, then what joy is there?

Yubik seemed to think that wasn't enough. He floated forward, his small eyes fixed on the terrified Delicia with great interest.

"Young lady, do you know... what really happened seven years ago?"

Ubik's voice carried a sticky malice.

"Seven years ago? Mom... Mom... she wasn't... taken by those cult members..."

Delicia replied blankly.

"Cultists? Hahaha!"

Ubik let out a strange laugh, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"No! Please don't say it!!!"

As if realizing something, the city lord's remaining head jerked violently.

He tried to stop them, but the Hands of God ignored him.

In this space they dominate, his will is meaningless.

Yubik completely ignored the city lord's wails. He stretched out his short finger and gently tapped the void.

laugh--

The air rippled like the surface of water.

Images from the past unfolded slowly in the air like a scroll.

That was... a scene from seven years ago!
The initial image was in warm colors.

The morning sun shines on the city walls...

The young city lord, his gentle and beautiful wife, and his adorable daughter, Delicia, who is as cute as a little angel.

A family of three, enjoying each other's company, the scene shifts.

A narrator-like explanation began, it was Yubik's voice, tinged with mockery.

"In that country, the belief in evil gods was rampant. The devout city lord often had to go out to fight against those 'filthy' heretics in order to protect his territory and his faith..."

The scene shifts to the city lord, clad in armor, leading his soldiers away, his face showing determination and a sense of responsibility.

Delicia looked at her young father in the picture, her eyes filled with affection.

However, the next moment, the scene suddenly turned dark.

"One day, our 'meritorious' city lord, missing his family, ended the campaign early and dragged his weary body back to the castle he had longed for day and night..."

Ubik's voice became low and mysterious.
In the scene, the young city lord, with an expectant smile, pushes open the familiar gate of the castle.

He was greeted not by the embrace of his wife and daughters.

Instead, it was a strange, nauseatingly sweet stench, mixed with scorching heat, that wafted from the depths of the castle.

The city lord's expression changed.

He drew his sword and, following the eerie aura, walked step by step toward the castle's basement.

The camera followed his footsteps, delving deeper into the darkness.

Then... a hellish scene suddenly unfolded before everyone's eyes!

The basement was no longer a cold stone cellar.

Countless white male and female bodies, piled together like wriggling maggots, formed an endless sea of ​​flesh where some kind of frenzied ritual was taking place!
The air was filled with an indescribable stench of fish and sweat, mixed with a strange aroma of spices, stimulating the nerves of every viewer.

Groans, gasps, maniacal laughter, weeping... all sorts of sounds intertwined, composing a symphony of depravity and madness.

The city lord's gaze was fixed on the center of the sea of ​​flesh.

On top of that ram-horned demon statue,
over there……

he saw...

his wife.

She was among them... with a dreamy and wanton smile on her face that he had never seen before...

"Do not……"

The city lord's head emitted a scream of extreme pain. He suddenly closed his eyes, as if that would allow him to escape the unbearable memories.

That was a wound in his heart that could never heal, the root of his downfall!

"Mom?! How... is this possible..."

Delicia also witnessed the scene, and her face instantly turned deathly pale, all color draining from her.

She couldn't believe her eyes!

This...how is this possible? !
In the 'truth' told to her by her father, her mother, that gentle and kind mother, was clearly captured by cruel cult members and ultimately died tragically at the hands of those demons!

Why...why is this happening?!

(End of this chapter)