Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 250 Evil God? We'll blast Him!
Having decided to be cautious about that illusory ocean, Lu Ze gradually came up with an idea.

He thought to himself:
"Continue to grow stronger, continue to uncover more secrets of my journey, and find out the origin of that ocean as soon as possible. Until then, I still need it. I cannot relinquish ownership of it just because the true creator is on the other side."

“The true Creator already hates me. Even if I don’t fight Him for that sea, He won’t be grateful to me; He will only take the opportunity to further attack my spirit.”

Showing weakness to the enemy will not bring peace.

Before Lanius died, the true creator had always responded to Luze's prayers with great fervor. Now it seems that He may have simply wanted to erode Luze's consciousness as soon as possible, turning Luze into His fanatical follower, who would willingly and voluntarily relinquish ownership of that sea.

In other words, from the moment Lu Ze transmigrated, the conflict between himself and the true creator was already established.

"Me, a Sequence 5, actually having to fight against an evil god? Really..."

Lu Ze couldn't help but whisper, then fell silent.

A few seconds later, the dejected look on his face was gradually replaced by a ferocious sneer.

"To hell with evil gods, so what?"

He said.

Even when facing an evil god, one must resist!
Resistance doesn't guarantee victory, but if you don't resist, the enemy will kill you and then trample on you, mocking your incompetence. The wicked and vengeful Lu Ze always felt that even death couldn't justify such humiliation.

Even if it means death, I'll splatter blood all over them!

"If we really reach a dead end, then we'll fight Him to the death!"

"At that time, I will pray to the Fool, and use the collision between that deity and the tides to destroy that sea!"

Lu Ze thought fiercely.

The true creator wants to seize this sea, right? Fine, even if I destroy this sea, I will never give it to Him!
His face was filled with a fierce and crazed expression, which only gradually calmed down after a few minutes.

"What time is it now?"

He turned to look out the window and saw that it was getting dark; it seemed like evening was approaching. His mental state had been deteriorating recently; he often succumbed to fits of madness, his lucid moments fragmented. Often, his eyes would open and close in a flash, and several days would pass in that time.

Lanius was dealt with, and the potions of the "Hermit" and the "Rose Bishop" were digested—all good things. But new trouble arose because of his own actions; he had swallowed a portion of divinity and incurred the hatred of the true creator.

As for Mr. A, the messenger of the Aurora Society in Backlund, he hated him to the core. Unlike the half-mad man, Mr. A was a well-behaved shepherd, and facing him would be very troublesome.

"I heard that the Night Watchers are still searching for the Aurora Society. I hope the Goddess will bless them and let them catch Mr. A soon."

Lu Ze sincerely wished them well.

He got out of bed, ignoring the chaotic noise in his mind, and slowly left the bedroom and went downstairs.

Living room on the first floor.

As Lu Ze descended the stairs, he saw his sister sitting in front of the fireplace, staring blankly at the flames burning inside.

It was mid-November, and the temperature was slowly but steadily dropping. A damp, cold rain mixed with light snow fell on the ground in the East End, making the roads increasingly difficult to navigate; they were often incredibly muddy during the day and frozen solid at night. Every few days, a charitable organization's hearse would pass by, hauling the frozen bodies of homeless people out of the East End for burial and a proper rest.

The living room was dimly lit, the lights off. The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, emitting an orange glow and warmth. The flames crackled, and outside, the cold rain pattered softly. A black-haired girl sat before the fire, her knees drawn up to her chest, her azure eyes reflecting the flickering flames.

Everything seemed so peaceful and serene.

Looking at his younger sister's figure, Lu Ze's anger dissipated considerably. In this cold winter, he genuinely felt safe and warm.

"Brother, you're awake?" The girl turned to look at Lu Ze when she heard his footsteps, and smiled happily.

The warm firelight illuminated her delicate profile, her smile brighter than the flames. She stood up and walked over to take Lu Ze's arm. Because she was near the fireplace, she felt warm and cozy, and exuded a faint smoky scent of burning wood.

"Cecilia, what are you thinking about while looking at the fire?"

Lu Ze looked at his sister and couldn't help but smile.

Even with his mind in turmoil and madness, even with the hatred of an evil god looming over him, he still tries his best to show his best side to the girl who takes such good care of him and loves him, and to his only family member in the world.

"I was thinking, maybe we can roast some meat in the fireplace for dinner tonight."

The girl said with a smile.

“If we grill meat, the grease will spill onto the carpet, and our landlady will be furious,” Lu Ze laughed, combing his sister’s hair. “Also, don’t stand too close to the fireplace; look, your hair is a little burnt.”

As he said this, he suddenly recalled a distant past life. The stray cat at his maternal grandmother's house also liked to warm itself by the fire in winter, resulting in its face being covered in soot, but even so, it never changed its ways.
"Ah, it's true."

The girl was slightly surprised to see that her hair was a little curly, and then said to Lu Ze, "Brother, my hands are covered in dust from holding firewood. Could you please help me tie my hair up?"

"It is my pleasure to serve ladies."

Lu Ze pulled himself out of his melancholy memories, smiled, and took the rubber band his sister handed him.

Russell's industrialization efforts increased rubber production, making it possible for women around the world to quickly fix their hair. Of course, such items were primarily popular among the middle class; upper-class noblewomen had ample time and manpower to style their hair.

Lu Ze stood behind his younger sister, roughly smoothing her hair with his fingers and gathering it together with his left hand. The girl's snow-white, gracefully curved nape was then revealed from behind her dark hair, as slender as a cat's.

Oh, right, the cat.

"Cecilia, do you like black cats?"

Lu Ze asked while combing his hair.

"I like them, I like all cats."

My sister's voice came from the front.

“That’s great. I met a stray black cat on the street last time.”

Lu Ze said, "In a few days, when I feel a bit better, I'll take you to see it and bring it home to raise, okay?"

"really?"

The girl's voice was filled with surprise, as if she were very happy. However, because her hair was being tied up, she couldn't turn around to speak to Lu Ze, so she could only twist her shoulders, appearing somewhat anxious.

"of course."

Seeing his sister so happy, Lu Ze couldn't help but laugh. "It looks a bit malnourished, and might even be sick. We can go find Fatty Darkwell and have him treat it."

"Mr. Darkwell is an extraordinary being; would he agree to treat a cat?"

"He'd love for us to come to him."

Lu Ze chuckled, tied the hair in his hand into a smooth bunch through the rubber band, and let it fall neatly onto the girl's thin back.

(End of this chapter)