Why is his holy light red?

Should we completely change this disgusting world?

Mercury had asked himself this question more than once. After all, as a transmigrator with top-tier superpowers, it felt like he was wasting his time if he didn't do something earth-shattering.

As a child, he was full of passion and fantasies that he could rally thousands to follow him and rebuild this broken world. But as he grew older, his fantasies seemed increasingly unrealistic.

Revolution is never a dinner party. If you can't even tolerate the trivialities of your own neighbors, and your first reaction to seeing a homeless person is to tell them to get lost, how can you be a leader with this kind of mentality? It's far too hypocritical.

What class do those middle-class people who have fallen below the cutoff line belong to?

Are those who survive by robbing, murdering, and selling enhancement drugs friends or enemies?

Who is the ruthless capitalist who preys on people: the doctor who made tens of millions by relying on a medical group, or the boss who sold his car and house to build a small factory?

If you can't even understand these basic social frameworks, and you think you can lead a rebellion based on passion alone, that's not changing the world, that's playing with your life.

In the novels he used to read, the protagonist could change the world as easily as drinking water, but Mercury knew very well that now he might have to work his hardest even to become a live-streaming e-commerce influencer.

He has read too few books, has too little understanding of this rigidly class-based society, and his superpowers are not even at the level of being invincible.

revolution?

I don't have that ability, you know?

But his admission of his current powerlessness does not mean he has completely resigned himself to fate. Because people can change, they can fall, and they can also grow.

That's why he despised the allure of that golden holy light from the bottom of his heart.

That thing is like an obsessive-compulsive person playing a building game. If things don't go smoothly at the beginning, they want to delete the save file and start over. As a result, they keep messing around and never get to the next stage.

There's no need to destroy the world with a single click right now, and there's no need to rush into playing the savior.

Perhaps his mindset had truly calmed down, or perhaps the red holy light had grown stronger. This time, Mercury didn't need Flora's singing; he completely suppressed that destructive desire solely through his own will.

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"Honey, are you alright?"

The gentle call of Mother Life, like a fine needle, pierced through the bubble-like illusions, forcibly pulling Mercury back to reality. Those jumbled thoughts from before were also suppressed deep into his consciousness.

Mercury opened his eyes, intending to instinctively reply "It's nothing," but what he saw before him stunned him.

He wasn't in that glittering club filled with designer clothes at all; instead, he was lying on a cold hospital bed. All he could see was a pristine white ward, the air thick with the faint smell of disinfectant.

"What am I doing?!"

Mercury was utterly shocked. He struggled to sit up, only to find his body firmly strapped to the bed by several thick restraints. Several sophisticated instruments, whose names he didn't know, were emitting a cold, eerie light, their probes mechanically scanning his body.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a routine check-up." Mother of Life stood at the bedside, her tone still as kind as a real neighborly old lady. "You suddenly fainted just now, it looks like your superpowers went out of control. For your safety, I have to take you back to the lab for examination first."

Mercury's mind went blank for a moment.

He clearly felt he had won in that mental battle, and even suppressed the golden holy light with his willpower, so how could he have fainted?

Just as he was filled with doubt and surprise, Rex and Nora pushed open the door and rushed to the bedside.

"Brother, you almost scared us to death!" Rex's eyes were slightly red, and he leaned closer, his face still showing lingering fear. "Is there anything wrong with your body? How could you just collapse like that?"

Rex was the one who suggested sneaking out to have some fun. If Mercury really had an accident because of some inexplicable "loss of control over his superpowers," he probably would never be able to forgive himself for the rest of his life.

Mercury opened his mouth, unsure how to explain. He absolutely could not reveal even a hint of the mental pollution issue related to the golden holy light; otherwise, if word got out, conspiracy theories about "the angels of holy light being potential tyrants" would instantly explode globally.

At the critical moment, Mother Life stepped in to smooth things over for him.

"Don't worry, I think it's because the training intensity has been too high lately." Mother of Life turned to the two young men and said, "I'll remind Magic Eye Man later. This child's abilities have only awakened a few days ago, and he's still in an unstable period. This kind of intense training is putting too much strain on his mind."

Rex and Nora breathed a sigh of relief. The old man in front of them was one of the best doctors in the world. If he said it was nothing serious, then it must be nothing serious.

Mercury turned his stiff neck to look at Mother of Life, and in that instant of eye contact, the elegant old woman secretly winked at him.

She was covering for him.

Mercury's heart pounded. Had she discovered something?

They discovered that he possessed golden holy light within his body?

If that were all, Mercury wouldn't be too worried, because he had already used this power back in Black Olive Prison, and any normal person could guess that it was lent to him by the Angel of Light for self-defense.

Mercury was worried that the Mother of Life might have discovered the mental pollution effects of the golden holy light; if so, then things would be troublesome.

This guy is the biggest hater of the Holy Light Angels, and the most important one at that.

"Alright, Mercury is fine now. Let him rest for a while."

The Mother of Life had spoken, and although Rex and Nora were still a little uneasy, they could only obediently leave the ward. After the soft sound of the door closing, only Mercury and Savannah remained in the pristine white room.

The elderly woman, who had been mythologized by the outside world, sat down on the edge of the bed, her tone still unhurried, like an elder caring for a child: "Don't scare yourself, you are very healthy. Most young people these days stay up late and eat junk food for a long time, and have all sorts of health problems. You are an exception. I haven't seen a healthier case than you in the last two years."

Mercury had no interest in such praise; he stared intently at the ceiling. "Aunt Savina, since I'm not sick, then my fainting spell just now... was it really because I overdid it?"

"Of course not." The Mother of Life's smile faded, her deep eyes seeming to pierce his very soul. "My dear, you know best in your heart. The reason you're unconscious is because you simply can't control the power the Holy Angel left you, right?"

A cold sweat instantly broke out on Mercury's back. Sure enough, she knew everything.

"That was... when I ran into trouble at Black Olive Prison," Mercury tried to explain. "He lent me his power just so I could protect myself."

"There's no need to explain to me, child. This isn't some shameful secret," the Mother of Life said calmly. "Besides, you're not the first 'lucky one' to receive the Holy Light's gift."

Mercury whirled around, his eyes wide with surprise: "There's someone else?"

"Yes, but it was a tragedy." The Mother of Life seemed lost in distant memories. "More than twenty years ago, a very brutal superhuman carried out a massacre. You should have heard of that name, right?"

"Volcanic rock?"

"Yes, that's him, a radical racist who, in that era, rallied a large number of self-proclaimed superhumans to become his followers and wreaked havoc around the world. While the Angels of Light were dealing with him, similar riots were taking place on the other side of the world. In order to save more people, the Angels of Light lent half of their power to a friend so that he could save innocent civilians on the other side of the earth."

Mercury swallowed hard, his heart inexplicably quickening: "Then... what happened to that hero?"

"He's dead." The Mother of Life sighed. "To save people, he chose to perish together with the enemy. It was the power given to him by the Holy Light Angel that gave him the right to fight to the death."

She paused, her tone becoming somewhat complicated: "The Holy Light Angel still believes that power killed him. He said that if he hadn't lent that energy, his friend could have chosen to retreat and save his life. But that golden holy light can affect a person's mind, making them extremely selfless, even willing to sacrifice themselves without considering the consequences."

Sacrifice? Willing to die?

Mercury frowned as he listened, wondering if there was some mistake.

Has this holy light deteriorated in the past twenty years? Why does the golden holy light that entered my body seem like a great demon king against humanity, shouting in my mind every day that it wants to destroy the world and rebuild order?

The Mother of Life, lacking the ability to read minds, assumed Mercury was worried about her safety. She advised, "So, either find the Angel of Light and have him take this 'gift' back, or use up these powers as soon as possible before it completely changes you."

Mercury knew that the golden holy light was dangerous, but he couldn't bear to waste it.

Moreover, this was, after all, a power bestowed upon him by his beloved father. Mercury believed that his own father would know the dangers of this thing, and that its use by him must be safe.

Even if Mercury were to be bewitched by chance, the Holy Angel could easily wake him up with a single blow of familial affection.

It's such a waste to just throw it away.

Or perhaps we should ask the Holy Light Angel?

Seemingly sensing Mercury's hesitation, the Mother of Life took out a box of potions and waved it in front of him: "Keep this medicine with you. If you feel your will is affected and you can't control it, you can try taking one. However, by the time you feel affected, it may be too late."

"Therefore, you'd better contact the Holy Light Angel as soon as possible. Your father has a good relationship with the Holy Light Angel, so he should have a way to contact him. If there are any changes in your situation, feel free to contact me."

The Mother of Life placed the medicine box and electronic business card together in Mercury's palm, much like a caring elder.

Mercury couldn't help but ask his biggest question: "Aunt Savannah, why are you, such an important person as you, so kind to me?"

Mercury's biggest question lies here: they are complete strangers, yet he is being unusually attentive; surely he must be up to no good.

"Silly child, superheroes don't need a reason to save lives," Mother of Life said with a smile. "When a life of value appears before me, and I have the ability to save it, what reason do I have to refuse?"