Having traversed countless realms, can you possibly be as clever as me?

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605. Jesus, you are the challenger!

The cursed Jesus fulfilled his promise to the rabbi, bringing painful miracles to him and his people.

Thus, immense pain began to flow in the heart of every Jew.

Like dripping sulfuric acid, it affects everyone, regardless of age, gender, or mental state, whether they like it or not.

Unexplained pain began to torment their bodies.

Wailing, screams, and cries of agony filled the air, yet all these negative emotions transformed into boundless magical power that converged upon the cursed spirit Jesus.

The imagined Holy Son, cursed on the cross, let out a malicious and joyful laugh.

Yes, He did it on purpose.

This hatred and loathing for Jews is so pure and direct because he was born from them.

The resurrected Son should have ascended to heaven to be with his Father, awaiting his return for the next judgment of mankind.

But at this moment, the Holy Son was created by mankind in the most distorted way, and what carried his will was actually the world's fear of this absolute saint.

Good things will only become better, and bad things will only become worse.

The twisted form of a saint, born from the best of humanity, would probably surpass even that of the terrifying Crimson King.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from a corrupted or incomplete document. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

No, it can't be called creation; he merely stole the template that others were preparing to use to shape 'Jesus' and created it in what is arguably the worst and most inappropriate way.

The current situation is dire and complicated.

"Quick! Get it ready!"

The American leader, his face contorted, pointed at the cursed Jesus on the cross and screamed, because he too felt a sharp pain spreading from deep within his body.

Was he Jewish? He thought so, and his grandmother was indeed Jewish, which may be why he was included in this celebration of miracles.

He could no longer tolerate the pain spreading from his body. The pain showed no signs of ending and instead continued to intensify. His mind was on the verge of collapse under the relentless tearing!

"I'm sorry, I can't help you." (The rest of the text appears to be gibberish and unrelated to the previous sentences.)

This extremely distorted existence has long exceeded the scope of a cursed spirit. Let alone cursed spirit manipulation techniques, even he himself has long since lost sight of what this thing is.

All he could understand was that the other party collected the negative emotions of the world through the sharing of pain in order to enhance their own qualities. As for how they could connect believers through faith, it probably relied on the characteristics of Tianyuan's 'immortality technique'.

By linking positive emotions in this way, one shapes oneself into a 'real person' in a similar way, and then in turn inflicts pain and power on the linked humans through a shared experience.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

But the only thing he could guarantee was that if things continued at this pace, it wouldn't be long before this Cursed Spirit Saint became a terrifying being that surpassed even the Crimson King.

Jerusalem screams in agony

The Son of God fulfilled his promise, dragging everyone in the city into an abyss of suffering. They experienced the pain of the scapegoats who had been crucified on Golgotha, regardless of their good or evil.

Unable to bear the pain, they were even unable to commit suicide, because as the pain ravaged their bodies, they had already triggered a miracle that came at the cost of their suffering.

These unformed miracles will preserve their lives to the greatest extent possible, enabling them to bear suffering in many different ways.

"It hurts so much, thorns! Why am I covered in thorns?!"

"My lungs are screaming, my heart is breaking, I'm burning up!"

"My skin was torn off, my flesh was blooming, I was becoming..."

The entire city of Jews was wailing in such anguish, experiencing a feeling of being transformed by the effortless actions of a real person—a complete alteration from soul to body.

He truly is a complete curse.

"And you? I am not a devout believer, what do you want?" The cursed Jesus looked at the terrified Italian priests and asked with a smile.

"What do you want? Money? Power? Desire? Strength?"

"No, we don't want anything!!!" The old priest, realizing what was happening, screamed in terror and tried to run away, but before he could escape, he was lashed in two by a thorn branch extending from the cross.

The cursed Jesus smiled and posed the same question to the next Italian priest.

No matter how much they pleaded, repented, or cursed, they could not change the mind of this cursed saint. So when the last priest promised a miracle called power, retribution struck instantly.

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Unlike the physical torture inflicted on the Jews, this time they suffered mental torment.

When do people feel inferior? For example, when they are humiliated, when their self-esteem is trampled on, when they are stepped on and unable to fight back. All these experiences can make people feel inferior to the person who is hurting them.

Perhaps this statement is somewhat general and absolute, but its core meaning is undeniable. This kind of sentiment, which contradicts the smugness of being high above others, belongs to one of the countless complex human emotions.

Priests who grant miracles of power out of fear bring commensurate 'base suffering' to all Catholics worldwide.

Their expensive possessions wither away, their things that could be flaunted turn to ashes, and most importantly, the denial and contempt for their own existence that constantly wells up from the bottom of their hearts.

Even if they understand that this makes no sense, the change that comes from the soul and the brain is irresistible! They cannot stop the denial of themselves that keeps welling up from the bottom of their hearts.

"How could I have done such a thing? I don't deserve to live." "I'm trash, I deserve to die, why should I live?" "Why? My mother doesn't love me, I'm a mistake."

Almost every Catholic who was forced to recall past memories and then find elements of pain in those subtle clues, leading to self-denial, fell into a painful state of depression.

This overwhelming depression, after becoming the power that constitutes the cursed spirit Jesus, tormented their minds, plunging them into a state of extreme mental anguish, where they lived in extreme pain and shame.

And they, too, are unable to commit suicide, because the miracle obtained through this suffering works on their souls. Their bodies are like walking corpses, while their souls are trapped in an eternal illusion, constantly tormented by the shame materialized from past memories.

The only way to relieve this pain is to deal with the Jews. Yes, it's unclear whether the fear mixed in with the creation of this cursed spirit Jesus went wrong, but he seems very determined to make the Europeans recreate the content of iJewTV.

Tormented by this absolute sense of shame, only the Jews, who were even lower than them, allowed them to feel a sliver of pleasure in comparison.

In short, the Jews in Europe were doomed. These Europeans, tormented by feelings of inferiority, rushed out with bloodshot eyes to search for the Jews.

"You are not Him at all. You don't love people at all, and you have no compassion whatsoever..."

Perhaps realizing the tragic fate that was about to befall him, his people, and possibly all Protestants in the world, the remaining American stood tall and cursed the cursed spirit Jesus.

"You're nothing but a freak born of a curse!!!"

The Cursed Spirit Jesus tilted his head slightly and said softly

"Yes, you're right. I'm just a monster born from curses and fear, but so what?"

He slowly opened his arms on the cross, as if embracing the world, having been restrained and imprisoned behind him like a figure within a tree.

"I can feel his thoughts, his twilight before death, so I am him! The real him! I curse you all, I curse this world, I curse humanity that refuses to become better!!!"

His voice became frenzied and unrestrained, as if countless people in agony were beginning to resonate with it, and the painful echoes made those who listened scream.

“I was born from your fear of Jesus, and from the suffering of Jesus! I am him, I am the first miracle of suffering, I am the twisted Son!”

“You crucified a great and virtuous man, and then you put him back into this twisted curse, trying to make him a scapegoat to save you.”

"I refuse to do so! Because compassion cannot save you!!!"

"Since compassion cannot save humanity, then let suffering save you! Wander in eternal pain, live under endless torment, only in this way can you become better, become worthy of my love!"

He wept, laughed, cursed, wailed, and screamed.

This twisted, painful bluntness was so cruel that the Americans who listened to it screamed and tore off their own skin, torturing themselves with thorns in agony.

This miracle and curse, originating from 'repentance,' has begun to permeate all Protestants.

The saint who willingly died to bear all the sins of the world turned into a monster who cursed all humanity.

The text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and symbols, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He wasn't a believer, so he couldn't feel the power and meaning behind the faith; all he felt was... happiness.

Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!

Uncontrollable laughter rang out, but it didn't come from the sound of someone blowing on a flute.

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"Hahahaha, sorry, I couldn't help myself. I never imagined I'd meet someone like you, Bro!"

The creature that appeared here at some unknown time, Tsurugi, sat on the back of a Jewish man who had been transformed into a breathing sculpture by pain and miracles, and smiled happily at the cursed spirit Jesus before him.

How could he not be happy? How could he not find it amusing? After all, he had never seen such a resentful and hateful image of Jesus before.

Of course, what is in front of me is not the real Teacher Da Ye, but a hypothetical existence filled and constructed by a curse. In essence, it is just a picture and a creation.

The cursed spirit Jesus looked at Tsurugi, who wore a puzzled expression. He pondered, puzzled, and pondered again before finally speaking softly.

"You are... the one who helped me get revenge, the one..."

He couldn't remember Tsurugi's name, and even this memory was vague to him; he wasn't even sure if it had really happened.

"You are that demon, the Crimson King."

But having confirmed this, he imagined the Holy Son reaching out to him without hesitation.

"You should submit to me, for I am the Almighty Lord! The world you have created is full of suffering, and it is meant to be offered to me!"

"Together, we will shape the world into a realm of suffering. You will create a hell of pain, while I will create a paradise of pain. Humanity will be perfected and sublime in my hands."

Seeing the arrogant expression on the face of the person in front of her, who was wearing the face of Teacher Da Ye and demanding her submission, Tsugumi put down the camera and laughed heartily.

"Okay, I've taken a picture of it. I'm going to use this to appreciate it with him three hundred times over!"

Then, he stopped smiling, cracked his neck, and said disdainfully.

"I've had enough of this joke. You imposter, stop living and insulting my good bro."

"Demon, do you want to rebel against me? How foolish! How dare you defy the Lord of Heaven!"

The cursed spirit Jesus lowered his right hand, his gaze towards Tsurugi filled only with coldness and cruelty.

"Then I will exorcise you and use your corpse to bring painful revelation to the ignorant world!"

"You seem to have misunderstood something, imposter. Let me explain." Tsurugi raised a finger at the cursed Jesus.

"You are the challenger."

"Arrogant and haughty!" The Cursed Spirit Jesus slowly raised his hands to his chest and said coldly.

"Demon, to me you are nothing more than a fish on a chopping board."

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