My front door leads to a comic strip

"I choose..."

Gu Yuan stood on the platform, controlling the character he represented, immersed in the illusion constructed by the sacred text.

He first glanced at his "comrade" who was leaning against the corner of the wall, barely alive.

Then.

Between eating people and being eaten, he didn't hesitate to run out of the cave.

"??"

The wind and snow outside the cave paused for a moment, and the snowflakes hung suspended in mid-air.

The Bible seems to have never anticipated that someone would commit such a "suicidal" act.

After a brief pause, the wind and snow resumed their howling, but even more fiercely than before.

The title is clearly about being trapped in a cave and starving to death...

Will we be able to get food if we rush out of the cave?

"Emerging from the cave doesn't guarantee food, but at least we won't be morally condemned."

Gu Yuan struggled through the wind and snow, the biting wind cutting into his cheeks like a knife.

He shielded his eyes with his hand, enduring the biting cold, and replied:

"You said it yourself, eating someone is a way to survive, which means the search and rescue team might be nearby."

"After all, the amount of heat one person can provide is simply not enough to sustain the other four people for long."

"What if he's not here?" the Holy Scripture pressed, his voice sometimes near, sometimes far in the wind and snow.

This unexpected answer clearly piqued its great interest, making it worthwhile for it to devote more effort to exploring it.

Gu Yuan narrowed his eyes, and ice crystals condensed into frost on his eyelashes.

He struggled to pull his feet out of the knee-deep snowdrift, his tone remaining calm as he knew it was an illusion:

"So what if I'm not here? I know it's a gamble, but what does it matter?"

"The question essentially tests the choice between sacrifice and being sacrificed, but why should I sacrifice others, and why should I sacrifice myself?"

He paused, stopped, and looked up at the gray sky.

"Sacrificing oneself means that all past efforts will vanish like a dream. Faith, dreams."

"Sacrificing others...you probably wouldn't want to see that either."

Therefore, only a third path remains.

He never considered himself a good person, nor did he consider himself an utterly wicked person.

Eating people... he couldn't bring himself to do it; just imagining the scene made his stomach churn.

Being eaten... is worse than charging out and taking a gamble.

If you are saved, it means that your life is not meant to end.

If I die... that's fate.

He accepted it calmly.

"..." The Holy Scripture fell into a long silence after hearing the reply.

The pages of the book turned on their own without any wind, making a rustling sound, as if they were thinking.

—As a sacred object created by the goddess and possessing wisdom, it has seen all kinds of believers over the past two hundred years.

Although each believer faces different challenges, the core issues are largely similar: they are all testing one's resolve to make sacrifices.

The word "sacrifice" is short, but it contains many beautiful virtues such as courage, kindness, and compassion.

However, no matter how exceptionally talented someone was, no one gave an answer outside the prescribed guidelines.

Because most people in this era are ignorant and unconditionally obey God.

Right now, it has encountered a variable.

How do we determine this?

The scripture was in a state of flux, and the pages were being turned faster and faster, almost stirring up a breeze.

"You..."

After thinking for a while, it finally spoke, its voice filled with unprecedented hesitation.

The surrounding environment changed, and the raging snow gradually froze.

They probably wanted to obtain more information by changing the question.

Upon seeing this, Gu Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He exhaled a puff of white breath, looked up at the dark sky, and interrupted firmly:

"Is this your response? I understand."

If there are any other questions, let's bring them up together. No matter what questions you ask, I only have one answer.

"I will not sacrifice myself unconditionally to help others, because only by living can I help more people."

"The kind of believers the goddess wants aren't the so-called suicide squads, are they?"

These words were direct and forceful, and the sacred text fell silent once more, as did the changes in the surrounding environment.

It sensed a hint of blasphemy, accusing itself of being too rigid... or perhaps it was just its imagination.

In short, the Holy Scripture felt that its system needed an upgrade.

It's clearly not the standard answer, yet it's perfectly correct...

What's wrong with this human?

With just one action, they broke a rule that had been in place for hundreds of years...

This is truly incomprehensible to it.

……

Just as the Holy Scripture was struggling with whether or not to grant Gu Yuan the test.

Outside the city, Miliearde followed the priest, hurrying to the scene.

As soon as the two arrived, they saw a scene of humans fighting with shadows.

Some of the shadows have transformed into real humans, only with darker skin.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, a flash of alertness crossing her face. This was...

"Don't come any closer!"

Hal cried out loudly, his body covered in wounds. A gruesome gash stretched from his forehead to his chin, from which blood seeped continuously.

He tried to stop Miliade from coming over.

He regretted it; dying in the wilderness would have been better than his current situation.

The number of enemies is increasing; they can't be killed, they can't be eliminated...

The real mastermind is nowhere to be found...

despair.

Upon hearing this, the priest's expression turned solemn. He took a small step back and said in a serious tone:

"Something's not right, Miss Elf."

He pointed to the things that were fighting with the soldiers.

"If possible, could you try to use magic to remotely bind those black creatures?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, these are all their shadows. Please."

It's impossible to predict what will happen if the shadow is killed, so we must proceed with extreme caution.

Miliald nodded, conjuring a staff in her hand, her voice slightly somber:

"I'll give it a try; this is my first time encountering this kind of magic."

The restraints are not the key issue; the urgent task is to find the one who can unleash the magic. Only in this way can the crisis be resolved.

A little magic was released silently; green light ropes shot out from the ground, binding some of the weaker shadows.

Perception spreads out at this moment.

Within 100 meters, nothing unusual was found; within 300 meters, there was still no clue.

500 meters...

Wait, what's that thing in the sky?

The total amount of magic power is actually comparable to his own?

Millie Alder decisively looked up.

Just then, Sutton, high in the sky, was looking down at her.

"interesting."

Sutton smiled, a smile that came from the instinct of about to catch his prey and satisfy his appetite.

He stared intently at Miliald, murmuring softly, "An elf? Finally... I can have a good meal."

His tongue licked his dry lips. Having been discovered, he no longer concealed his presence and swooped down.

Only demons can use flight magic.

This is his advantage, and also the key to his victory.

The air was ripped apart by a shrill blast that assaulted his eardrums, and a voice inside him urged him on.

—Let's massacre the city. After devouring these experts, the only way to stop the higher-ups of the Goddess Church from relentlessly pursuing us is to shift the blame onto other demons.

Only then can he return to a peaceful life.

Incidentally, it can also achieve evolution.

Sutton made up his mind.