Mystery: The Last Shepherd

Chapter 286 Spit it out!
Luze was immersed in a frenzied hallucination.

He saw a world dark and chaotic, filled with countless terrifying and enormous figures. They were mad and ruthless, evil and cruel, constantly fighting and unleashing their power. The small humans, like ants, cowered at their feet, struggling to survive.

That was the ancient, unlit era before the torches were lit.

That was a crazy era when humanity was like insects, barely surviving.

A golden point of light quietly appeared in the chaos, then gradually expanded until it became the outline of a human figure. This figure did not have a clear appearance, but was hazy and illusory, as if it were composed of pure golden light.

A golden figure walked through the chaos, hearing helpless cries from all corners of the world and witnessing the various sufferings people endured.

The figure revealed a compassionate and holy smile and spoke:

"Let there be light."

Then the light appeared.

Centered on him, golden light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness and cut through the chaos!

The monsters hidden in the darkness revealed themselves: a colossal cyclops, an eight-legged black wolf, and a phantom dragon soaring in the sky were all shattered by the light and vanished without a trace.

The earth became radiant and clean, allowing people to rest and recuperate.

The golden figure calmly observed all of this, then turned and stepped onto the towering staircase.

Devout hymns resound across the earth:

Praise be to you, great Lord.
You will come eventually.
"All believers are saved"

Numerous radiant angels surrounded the golden figure, escorting Him to the top of the sky, when suddenly—

The world is turned upside down, light becomes darkness, hymns are twisted into blasphemous babbling, the stairway to heaven becomes a wooden frame falling into the abyss, and golden figures are stained with filthy blackness, passively given bodies, and hung upside down on inverted crosses, dripping with blood.

He opened his crimson eyes, eyes filled only with endless madness.
"Cough cough!"

Lu Ze suddenly woke up with a start.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the sofa in his room, with a scripture barely written on the table in front of him.

Yes, I was just writing this rubbish.
Lu Ze felt a splitting headache, and the aftershocks of the hallucinations still lingered in his mind, stimulating his spirit.

It's been a while since I've experienced a sudden bout of madness. I wonder what caused it this time. By the way, the scene I just witnessed was quite strange. Was it because I was fabricating the creation story from the holy scriptures before my madness?
And could that scene really depict the original creator who fell into darkness and became what he is now?

No, not necessarily. It's also possible that the bastard is deliberately interfering with my understanding.
His chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, and he instinctively covered his head, saying:
"Cecilia, what time is it?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Ze suddenly froze.

Time seemed to stand still in that second; he remained in the same posture, frozen in place, with only his slightly dilated pupils proving that he was alive.

The headache was no longer important; he suddenly felt very tired, as if a hole had opened in his heart, draining all his strength and emotions out, leaving only an empty shell.

"despair."

The little black cat circled around from behind and nimbly jumped onto the table.

It gazed silently at Luze with its deep blue eyes.

"Brother, live on."

In a daze, Luze seemed to hear Cecilia's voice again before she died. At that time, her beautiful eyes reflected the scattered firelight on the broken street as she spoke words that sounded like a blessing, yet also like a curse.

Lu Ze moved. He picked up a pen from the table, pointed the pen downwards, and pierced his thigh with it!
"puff!"

Blood gushed out, splattering onto the table and his body. Intense pain shot up his spine, rushing straight to his brain. His face contorted, but the previous look of confusion and bewilderment vanished, replaced by a ferocious rage.

A burning rage of hatred spread, searing his heart and filling the body once more.

His sister's hatred had not yet subsided, so where was there time for him to feel sentimental?
"Meow."

The little black cat nimbly leaped backward, avoiding Luze's splattered blood. It was already used to Luze's sudden outbursts of madness, so it didn't react much.

The pain fully jolted Lu Ze awake; he pulled the pen from between his thighs. *Swish*

The horrible wound began to heal the moment the pen was pulled out, the splattered blood automatically gathering and seeping into his crimson robe. However, while his wound could heal, the pen, being just an ordinary object, had been completely destroyed by his rough handling.

I need to buy a new one.
Lu Ze muttered something and looked at the little black cat on the ground.

"Are you hungry?"

he asks.

"Meow."

The little black cat opened its blue eyes and meowed solemnly.

"Wait a moment."

Lu Ze tossed aside the scripture he had just begun writing, got up from the sofa, and went into the kitchen.

On the cutting board was raw meat he had taken from the food he had bought from the gang. He picked up a kitchen knife, cut off a piece, and processed it slightly.

The side of the kitchen knife was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the phantom of the letter M.

"are you OK?"

She asked.

"very good."

Lu Ze answered calmly, talking to himself while looking at the knife.

He cooked the chopped meat for a while until it was fully cooked, then let it cool before transferring it to a plate and placing it on the floor.

"Meow."

The little black cat meowed, came over, and carefully sniffed the meat before starting to eat it in small bites. Lu Ze stroked its head, but it ignored him.

Okay, at least he didn't bite me because he was possessive of his food.

After watching the kitten eat for a while, Lu Ze simply sat down on the floor, lost in thought.

He was still thinking about the hallucination he had just experienced.

Putting aside speculations that it might be a true creator deliberately interfering with him, he also had some strange déjà vu.

The words spoken by that golden figure, and his appearance, seemed to resonate with certain aspects of my past life. Some of His prayers, the words and actions of His followers, also seemed similar to those of my past life.

What's going on? Another fellow traveler from the same hometown?

There are far too many transmigrators in this world!
Lu Ze frowned in thought.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little black cat had licked the plate clean and then jumped onto the table in front of the sofa.

It seemed curious about the things on it, fiddling with the white paper and the broken pen, as well as a small black ball—an extraordinary property extracted from the fortune teller Gabriel, which Luze casually took out as he took out his pen and placed on the table.

The little black cat played with it briefly, then immediately became very interested in the floating ball. It first touched it with its paw, then sniffed it lightly, and then—

"Don't touch it!"

Lu Ze suddenly felt something was wrong, but before he could stop it, he saw the little black cat open its mouth and swallow that extraordinary characteristic!
"boom!"

He used a fire leap to appear in front of the kitten.

"Spit it out!"

Lu Ze tried to pry open the cat's throat, but the little black cat just looked at him with a disgusted expression that said, "What are you yelling about?"

(End of this chapter)