What if you ascend to the wrong world?

“Yes, Your Majesty.” His heart was heavy. “I am guilty, but I cannot ignore the sinners who blaspheme the Lord’s glory.”

Lorne Fisher.

He was clearly only a level six Holy Radiance Warrior, and his learning of Dawn Divine Arts had only just begun.

Yet he managed to escape from a group of level seven Holy Radiance Warriors.

Even the 'Soul Judgment' divine mark that the team brought to target his soul failed to work.

Unlike other Holy Warriors, he did not seem to have any mental weaknesses; instead, he possessed an extremely dangerous power.

Although none of the Holy Radiance Warriors who pursued him died, each of them who was injured underwent varying degrees of physical mutation.

The infection was highly contagious, and even Pastor Dawn, who was in charge of the treatment, was affected to some extent.

"..."

Elliott remained calm as he looked at Declan, who was kneeling on the ground.

"When the Lord comes into the world, the light of dawn will purify all sins."

"But Your Majesty...!"

Declan wanted to say something more, but Elliott had already closed his eyes again.

"Go down."

"……Yes."

Looking at the old man leaning back in his chair, his body shrouded in a thick aura of death, he ultimately dared not utter another word.

He lowered his head and left.

For a moment, Elliott was left alone again.

He sat silently in the chair that symbolized the papacy's authority, and a faint crackling sound seemed to emanate from deep within his body.

It's like firewood burning in a fire.

His already decaying body continued to crack under the scorching heat of the powerful soul, as if it would be melted away and completely transformed into nourishment for the soul in the next second.

"Elliott Loser Reynolds".

A peaceful yet authoritative voice echoed in his mind.

Elliott struggled to open his eyes, only to see an endless expanse of light, like the warm dawn.

Boundless and majestic, as if the embodiment of dawn sat atop a divine throne, looking down at him.

No longer the demigod angel Isaiah, but a true god, the embodiment of 'dawn' and 'morning'—

Lord of Dawn!

"Would you be willing to ascend to the Kingdom of God and become a demigod angel under my command?"

“I don’t want to,” Elliott said calmly.

However, the Lord of Dawn seemed not to hear his refusal.

"...You will be granted the piety and radiance of angels, and share with me the eternal dawn!"

For Aloy, the entire Church of Dawn was his 'mine'.

All believers, from the Holy Radiance Warriors to the Dawn Pope, are merely materials in this vast 'mine'.

And in this batch, Elliott was the best 'material'.

Therefore, whether Elliot refuses or accepts, he will become a demigod angel.

Acceptance allows one to retain their 'self' and become the 'Angel of Original Sin' who governs the purgatory of original sin.

If he refuses, then we'll have to rebuild his 'piety' and refine him into...

Do not!

It should be said that he was made to undergo the Dawn Trial and become an ordinary demigod angel.

Then, the boundless light receded like a wave, and the dark, deep starry sky reappeared.

There's no rush to take action now.

Only when the body is completely burned away by the light of the soul can this 'material' reach its most perfect state.

Elliott was powerless to resist, so he could only gaze at the night sky, his body becoming increasingly transparent under the burning of the soul's light, revealing a glass-like texture.

Gradually, the night faded, and a bluish-gray hue crept into the distant sky.

Dawn is approaching.

His body was now just a blurry outline, which, from a distance, looked like a blazing flame.

A smile appeared on Elliott's face, who was already on the verge of disappearing.

Even at this moment, he had no regrets, only...

A little disappointed.

He wasted far too much time in his life, never once thinking of seeing the world in a way he preferred.

Soon, the bluish-gray tinge in the distant sky also faded away.

A ray of dawn breaks.

He struggled to lift his head, meeting the first rays of morning sunlight.

look.

No matter what kind of night it is, the next dawn will come.

The materialized flames emanating from his body foreshadowed the end of his life.

Elliott slowly closed his eyes.

Many people grow old, but the world remains young.

This pope, who dedicated most of his life to the 'dawn,' finally died at yet another dawn.

……

……

Holy!

Lord of Dawn and Daybreak!

Praise be to your glory and grace!

How beautiful is your holy name in the whole earth! The heavens declare your glory, the firmament proclaims the supremacy of your hand! You alone are the Creator of all things, you alone are the true God!

Hymns of praise resounded throughout the Dawn Empire, and believers chanted them fervently.

A dazzling, bright halo hangs in the sky, illuminating everything.

The divine kingdom, forged by boundless faith, has completely broken away from the astral plane and descended upon the mortal world!

On an oil painting projected from an unknowable dimension, warm and bright light dispels the last trace of darkness.

A large hand.

Such enormous hands are beyond description!

It slowly emerged from within the divine realm, retrieving a ball of blazing pale golden light from the magnificent and sacred Dawn Cathedral, which hung above the holy city of Loser.

Elliott's soul!

The overwhelming divine power washed over him, causing the remaining will within his soul to teeter on the brink of collapse in an instant.

Am I going to die?

Just when Elliott himself was about to give up the struggle.

A deep, dark ink flashed across the depths of Elliot's soul, manifesting as two strange characters that did not belong to this world—

【Returning to Simplicity】

Testimonials

As the title.

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I will post three chapters tomorrow at noon, and then post the rest later in the day (I will post as many as I write).

After that, I will write at least 6,000 words every day, and the update time will be in the evening or at night, with extra updates from time to time.

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Chapter 69: Wasn't he only interested in the Lord of Dawn? (First Update)

Return to your true self!

The ink flows and swirls, as ethereal as smoke and clouds.

But it silently protected Elliott's faltering will to self, hiding it deep within his soul.

The Lord of Dawn was completely unaware of this. He only felt that Elliot's will was exceptionally fragile and would collapse under the wash of the vast divine power, which surprised him somewhat.

How could the will to uphold one's beliefs regardless of life or death be so weak?

Humans...

That's really nonsensical.

The giant hand slowly withdrew, and wisps of light flowed out from the depths of the divine kingdom, tracing bright paths across the sky.

The soul, as radiant as a flame, began to take shape under the cleansing light.

perfect.

There is no other word to describe it except 'perfect'.

He was curled up like that, hugging his knees, his long, soft, golden hair cascading over his shoulders.

The demigod's body, shaped by divine power and faith, surpasses the limits of mortal beings' cognition, so perfect that it is without a single flaw.

quickly!

As the light streamed down, the demigod angel, bathed in the rain of light, slowly opened his eyes, stretched his body, and stood up.

The morning light forms His garments, dawn crowns Him, and the faith of the masses transforms into pure white wings.

"My lord."

He knelt respectfully in the air, his eyes filled with nothing but piety.

For a moment, the entire holy city of Loser was unusually quiet.

The ritual of ascension to godhood.

This was the first time they had witnessed a complete initiation ceremony.

Next, Your Holiness the Pope…

Do not!

Surely His Holiness the demigod angel Elliot is about to designate the next pope?

"Go."

An equally perfect angel, with two pairs of wings, slowly approached, her eyes filled with pity as she looked at Elliott, yet a hint of helplessness lurked deep within.

Why must we go to this point?

does it worth?

“Follow the Lord’s will and make your decision,” He whispered.

"Ah."

Elliott, or rather, the demigod angel formed from Elliott's soul, nodded slightly and looked at the holy city of Lorther.