I, the Holy Maiden of Light, tear apart the Outer Gods.

[Oh ho. What crime is committed for trespassing and maliciously damaging someone else's property? Ah, An San.]

Anjie wasn't in the mood to mess around with the system; instead, she started observing the layout of the room.

The room was dilapidated, and the dust in the air was clearly visible under the moonlight.

A single bed, pink blankets and sheets, a chandelier with star pendants, and a broken wind chime by the window all indicate that the room's original owner was a girl, and probably very young.

After searching around and finding nothing unusual, Anjie pushed open the door to the second bedroom on the second floor.

"Strange, this looks like a designer's studio..." Anjie muttered to herself, looking at the messy equipment in the room.

The floor was littered with yellowed crumpled paper, and the broken magic lamp was placed on the table in the center of the bedroom, next to several piles of draft paper taller than a person.

After searching, Anjie finally found a diary with a clasp in a drawer of the table.

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November 1st

In the new year, I should cultivate a new good habit, starting with keeping a diary. After all, I need to keep striving to become Lena's hero!

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November 21st

My little Lena is sick...she keeps telling me she's sleepy. This illness is a bit tricky; I've been to every clinic and church in the surrounding towns, but I still haven't found the cause. I heard...the Holy Church in the capital might have a solution. Let's set off tomorrow.

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November 3st

I'm back here again. There's no way... damn it... there's no way... Lena's been in a coma for a week... what should I do?

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November 7st

Today, baby Lena woke up for an hour, then fell unconscious again. I really... can't think of anything else to do. And I noticed... some black patches have appeared on baby Lena's back. I don't want to admit it, but... those are definitely livor mortis.

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November 1st

Lena hasn't woken up since her last coma. The patches on her body are getting denser... God, goddess... or whatever, please, save my little darling... Hmph—at least, the only good news now is that baby Lena's breathing is still relatively stable, and her vital signs haven't started to fail.

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November 15st

I learned from a strange fellow that there seems to be a god called (The Smeared Mark) who can save my baby. But... it requires the sacrifice of ten human lives... Should I do that? Never mind, I'm willing to go to hell after death, but I want my baby to live.

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November 1st

Good news: Through the sacrifice, Lena's condition began to improve; the lividity gradually decreased, and she regained consciousness more often.

Bad news: The townspeople are starting to suspect me... After all, I've killed too many people...

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November 5st

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Why, why did this sacrifice have no effect?! Why... Lena's condition is worsening. No, I have to find another way. What bullshit gods, damn gods, they're all lies... When disaster strikes, only we can save ourselves.

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November 10st

[The Witches' Gathering]...Phew, my last hope. I hope those crazy women are worthy of my trust...

Chapter 22, Section 22: The Saintess's Duties (Second Update)

Many pages following this diary entry are blank, or contain only dates without any specific content.

Anjie flipped through the pages again and finally found new written records when there were only a dozen or so pages left.

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November 11st

The machine is finally finished... I hope those crazy women weren't lying to me. Lena's health is getting weaker and weaker; I really can't be sure how much longer she can hold on. Whew... Now, only one last problem remains—the power source.

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November 12st

Heh heh heh... What a karmic retribution. I never imagined that the power source of this evil machine would be the blood of my own relatives... But it doesn't matter, as long as it can heal my precious baby, I'm willing to give up blood, or even my life.

Lena, my baby, I will save you.

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November 20st

The machine started. Looking at Lena, immersed in blood and the magical potions provided by the [Witch's Gathering], I had a bad feeling. But I knew I had no choice. In the end, I closed the incubation chamber and pressed the switch. Hopefully... everything will go smoothly. Because... my time is running out... this might be karma.

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November 22st

The aftereffects of worshipping the evil god have begun to appear; I've noticed my limbs are starting to swell strangely. I can even often hear the creaking of my bones... but that's not all. The only problem these physical changes are causing me is that some delicate movements are becoming difficult.

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November 1st

Why! Why! Why! Those crazy women! Those crazy women! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! What did I do?! What! Did! Me! Do! What! I...

I'm sorry, Lena, my dearest daughter.

Dad, in the end, I still couldn't be your hero.

(Disorderly and chaotic corrections)

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This concludes my diary entry.

What followed were torn pieces of paper and meaningless scribbles, clearly indicating that the diarist had already developed mental problems by the time he wrote this far.

His daughter's illness, the torment of his faith, the witch's deception, and the price of worshipping an evil god—all these things tormented this strong yet fragile father.

After closing the book, Anjie was filled with mixed emotions and could not calm down for a long time.

Judging from the contents of the diary, all the strange phenomena here should have been caused by the diary's owner.

It could be that machine, or it could be a witch's conspiracy, or it could be the price of an evil god.

As Ange was pondering, Joan's voice came from downstairs: "Ange, come to the basement quickly!"

"coming!"

Anjie responded, and after a moment's thought, she tucked the diary into her bosom and turned to leave the room.

Upon arriving at the basement, Ange discovered that it was brightly lit; it turned out that Joan had used magic to light up the magic lamps on the walls.

“Look at that.” Joan pointed to the enormous structure in the center of the basement.

Overall, it resembles a bizarre incubation chamber, with crimson liquid sloshing within a translucent glass dome. Thick pipes connect to the back of the chamber from all directions, like the steel veins of this colossal creation, exuding a savage aura.

Strange magical patterns were engraved on the ground and walls, creating an eerie atmosphere.

The creation, resembling an incubation chamber, was enormous, occupying most of the basement, with the remaining space filled with dense, twisted magical symbols.

“It’s very strange. The aura of this creation is extremely mottled...human, evil god, witch.” Joan frowned, her golden eyes carefully examining the creation. “Moreover, the technology is also very strange.”

A flash of inspiration struck Anjie.

Creation...machinery...[Witches' Gathering]...evil god...

Could it be...?

"Chief Judge Joan, can you sense what's in the red liquid in the middle?" Ange asked very quickly.

Qiong realized that Ange seemed to have discovered something, and quickly focused her perception on the center of the incubation chamber.

The next second, Joan suddenly opened her eyes, her tone somewhat surprised, "There's... a life force. And it seems to be a human, and alive!"

"There's a little girl inside. Let's save her first. I'll explain the details to you later."

"...good."

Since they couldn't find a way to open the machine, the two had no choice but to resort to brute force.

Under Joan's powerful magic, the colossal creation couldn't even withstand one side, and with a loud crash, it was declared destroyed.

Crimson liquid flowed from the broken culture chamber, and the stench of blood mixed with the pungent scent of flowers and herbs filled the entire basement.

After the red liquid drained away, a little girl was found lying quietly inside.

The girl was beautiful, with delicate features and fair skin, as if sculpted by a god. She lay quietly in the strange incubation chamber with her eyes closed.

Judging from the rise and fall of the girl's chest with her breath, she looked as if she were asleep. Like a quiet and obedient kitten, she was having a sweet dream, making people reluctant to disturb her.

Just as Anjie was about to step forward to rescue the girl, Joan grabbed Anjie's wrist, stopping her in place.

"Uh... what's wrong?" Ange looked at Joan curiously, but noticed Joan's furrowed brows.

Joan's expression was hesitant; "That child... is a 'divine curse'."

Divine abominations... monsters that defy the will of the gods and are not born naturally... are the enemies of all living beings, and even the demons of hell avoid them.

Ange paused for a moment, then gave a dry laugh. "Chief Judge Joan must have made a mistake. That child doesn't look like a 'divine prodigy' at all."

"No one has stipulated that 'divine abominations' must look terrifying. But without exception, they are definitely harmful to living beings."

Qiong's words shattered Ange's last shred of hope.

As soon as she finished speaking, a golden longsword materialized in Qiong's palm.

The Church of Light, a religion that serves the Goddess of Light and protects all living beings, regards "divine evil" as an enemy.

The enemy, however, needs to be eliminated.