I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

"Mortals are most adept at using rules to judge the arrogance of gods."

He glanced at the time on his phone.

"The emergency response time for server maintenance is almost... up."

Sure enough, just as Gabriel was most engrossed in the moment, discordant noises began to appear amidst the uniform hymns of praise on the world channel.

"Wait... why can't I access the auction house?"

"Holy crap, I just got disconnected! Is there something wrong with the server? Is the GM downloading porn again?"

"No way, maintenance now? I just got my Angel's Tear!"

One second they were fervently worshipping the goddess, the next they were complaining and cursing about the ruined gaming experience.

Before Gabriel could even comprehend this change, a blood-red system pop-up window occupied the center of the entire game screen with an irresistible and domineering presence.

[Urgent Announcement to All Servers: It has been verified that player 'Chief Angel' has maliciously exploited a game bug, severely disrupting game balance and economic order!]

[It has been decided that this account will be permanently banned, and the server will undergo emergency maintenance, reverting to a state two hours prior!]

The pop-up window hovered in the center of the screen, each word like a heavy hammer blow.

The chat box below, which had been flooded with words like "goddess" and "saint," suddenly fell silent.

Then came an even more violent and completely opposite storm.

"Damn! I thought he was a super-rich guy, but he's just a bugged player! He made me so excited for nothing!"

"Rollback? My Angel's Tear is gone?! Damn it, give me my money back!"

"Good riddance! This kind of jerk who ruins the game environment deserves to die! Get out of the game!"

The overwhelming adoration and praise came to an abrupt end.

The "malice" and "sabotage" mentioned in the announcement were, to the players, merely the official explanation for the end of this carnival.

However, these words formed the most absurd and sharpest contrast for that blonde girl.

She stared at the blood-red announcement, a pure bewilderment flashing in her sky-blue pupils.

She couldn't immediately understand the meaning of that passage.

Snapped.

3.3 A soft sound.

The entire world before her eyes, including the sea of ​​believers, the magnificent town, and the blood-red sky, shattered instantly, turning into billions of points of light, and then returning to pure darkness.

All that remained in my field of vision was the cold login screen and the final verdict in the center.

Your account 'Chief Angel' has been permanently banned.

Time seems to have stood still.

She got it.

That great and sacred blessing that saved all living beings was casually defined as "malice".

The noble act of creating a perfect world was condemned as a crime called "destruction".

Her kindness was denied.

Her compassion was trampled upon.

This extreme absurdity and injustice was like a red-hot branding iron, fiercely searing her pure and innocent soul, instantly evaporating all her reason.

"The Seven Deadly Sins - Wrath".

An unprecedented rage, enough to burn everything, erupted from the deepest part of her soul!

She wasn't angry because she lost her account.

She was enraged because her "divinity" and "goodness" were judged and denied by mortals!

"Malicious intent?!"

A piercing, incredulous scream echoed throughout the apartment.

Yui Yuigahama was startled and even dropped the towel in her hand.

Kasugano Sora looked up from the picture book, her brown eyes filled with astonishment.

She suddenly jumped up from her gaming chair, the movement so forceful that the comfortable chair slid backward a considerable distance.

She grabbed Lynn's sleeve and, in a trembling voice, posed a divine question to her 'guide' for the first time.

"Lynn!"

For the first time, she shouted it out with her full name, her voice trembling with extreme anger, and the halo of angels that should have been holy above her head was now flashing with a dangerous black light.

"Why?!"

"Why would such foolish mortals mistake the gifts of 'God' for malice?!"

Chapter 127: Gabriel: I will protect the warmth of this home!

"Why would such foolish mortals mistake the gifts of 'God' for malice?!"

Gabriel's question echoed in the quiet living room.

It was a pure, divine kindness, shattering upon hitting the cold, high wall of mortal rules, producing a trembling sound.

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the dark monitor that reflected her own bewildered face.

"He, they..."

Her voice was no longer clear and crisp, but rather hoarse, as if struck by a profound sense of absurdity.

"How could they? How dare they?!"

"I am correcting the world's mistakes!"

"I am carrying out a sacred redistribution of wealth!"

“I transformed the data that they considered ‘useless’ into a ‘miracle’ that brings joy to everyone!”

"This is a blessing! It is a miracle!"

She was rambling incoherently, desperately needing validation to prove that it wasn't her who was wrong, but the world.

"But they, those ignorant mortals, define my actions as... 'malicious'?"

"That ignorant administrator judged my existence as 'disruptive'?"

She glared angrily at Yui Yuigahama, hoping to see even the slightest bit of approval in the eyes of the girl who had first accepted her.

However, Yui's face only showed helpless worry.

Those clear eyes were filled with sympathy, but not with understanding.

"Um... Riko-chan..."

Yui opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something comforting, but in the end, she only managed to utter a heartfelt and pure expression of concern, her voice trembling with tears.

"Please, please don't do this... It hurts me so much to see you cry..."

That cautious, clumsy concern, like a cold needle, gently pierced a corner of her sacred cloak.

The anger subsided.

Her gaze then shifted to Kasugano Sora in the corner.

The silver-haired girl hugged her knees, and unusually, her brown eyes did not show indifference, but rather a very faint ripple of emotion, as if she had seen a kindred spirit.

But she remained silent, and that silence conveyed a message more clearly than any words:

I know that look.

That was the look in someone's eyes when they felt betrayed by the whole world.

Because I see a reflection of myself in you.

But I cannot share your pain.

Just like I am unable to escape myself.

Finally, with her last remaining hope and a sliver of dignity, Gabriel looked at Lynn.

This man was a witness to the entire incident.

But he just looked at her calmly, and that calmness itself was the final crucible.

It does not judge the sacred, ignores anger, or pity the wronged.

It simply stood there, with an absolute and unquestionable stance, waiting for all impurities to be burned away, waiting for the true gold hidden deep within, belonging to "Gabriel" itself, to be revealed.

"boom--"

The overwhelming rage did not collapse, but was completely frozen and shattered by this absolute, piercing loneliness.

Gabriel's body stopped trembling.

Her tense posture, as if she were preparing to go to battle, gradually relaxed.

She slowly curled up in the corner of the sofa and buried her face deeply in her knees.

The only sound in the entire living room was her suppressed, faint breathing.

It turns out that what is considered sacred is utterly worthless in the face of loneliness and being misunderstood.

A drop of crystal-clear liquid, shimmering with a faint golden light, slid down from her hair and landed on the soft fabric of the sofa, silently staining a small patch of sacredness.

Then came the second drop, and the third drop.

She didn't say a word.

Silently, one after another, they fell the golden tears that belonged only to angels, enough to drive any theologian mad.

At that moment, she was no longer the aloof and flawless chief of the celestial realm.

She was just a heartbroken, pitiful girl who was misunderstood by the whole world, betrayed by her followers, and abandoned by the rules.

This silent, yet incredibly heavy sorrow seemed to freeze the air in the living room.

"Whoa... W-What do I do?!"

Yui Yuigahama was the first to completely panic.

She couldn't stand seeing girls cry, especially a beautiful girl like Gabriel crying so sadly.

She paced around like an ant on a hot pan, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, rushed into the kitchen.

A moment later, she came running back with a box of her favorite strawberry-flavored Pocky sticks that was still unopened.

She carefully squatted down in front of Gabriel and handed her the box of cutely packaged snacks in an almost offering-like gesture.

"Little Riko, don't cry... Eat something sweet, it should make you feel... feel better..."

Her voice was filled with genuine panic.

Kasugano Sora, who had been silent all along, also silently stood up.

She walked back to her room without a word, and when she came out again, she had a soft cushion with a black rabbit pattern on it, which she treasured the most.

She walked behind Gabriel and gently tucked the fluffy, soft cushion between Gabriel's curled-up back and the back of the sofa.

She said nothing.

But this gesture is warmer than any words.

The softness from behind, the sweet fragrance wafting from in front, there was no judgment, no questioning, not even a grand statement like "Don't cry, you have to be strong."

They had no idea why she was crying, nor did they care whether she was right or wrong.

They simply saw a "family member" was sad, so they took out what they considered to be the best things and frantically tried to cheer her up.

This warmth, so simple it was almost foolish, was like an unstoppable torrent, instantly shattering all the defenses Gabriel had built up with "divinity" and "pride."

"Wow--"

A long-suppressed cry, filled with endless grievance, finally burst from her throat.

She cried like a child who had suffered a great injustice, no longer caring about the dignity of the chief angel.

Just then, Lynn stood up.