The Villain Saint is my secondary account

“It’s very superficial…” Freya stammered.

"How do these qualities compare to yours?" The high priest maintained his kind smile as he slowly approached.

"Neither... is quite good." Freya wasn't arrogant, but Ella was indeed inferior to her in both holy light magic and faith.

"Then why is she the Holy Maiden of Light?" High Priest Evans had now arrived in front of Freya, looking down at the slender, pretty girl. "Why aren't you?"

“She…she is the chosen one crowned by angels, she has holy marks.” As she answered these words, Freya felt her heart begin to ache as if it had been ripped apart.

Indeed...why?

Why is Ella Hayville the Chosen One?

Sixteen years of hard work, the spiritual practice she undertook to become a saint. Reciting prayers regardless of wind or sun, studying holy light magic day after day for ten years, and having handwritten and annotated every single volume of the densely packed lecture notes on the countless bookshelves of the Great Library.

She dedicated everything to her faith, even lacking close friends. Walking the path to the church, she was always a solitary figure.

She didn't deny Ella's sainthood; she just wanted to know why.

She had no connection with the Holy Temple for sixteen years, did not know any holy light magic, had a weak faith in God, could not even memorize a few sentences of the Holy Temple's lectures, and had a bad reputation and unclear ties with the evil god's dark cult. Why is such a person called the Holy Maiden of Light?

Freya had always kept her resentment buried deep in her heart, and even felt that the appearance of such feelings was disrespectful to the God of Light.

But in front of her closest person, High Priest Evans, who had raised her like a daughter since childhood, she finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"You're not reconciled, are you, child?" Evans looked at the girl with her hands clasped tightly, a hint of heartache and affection appearing on his kind face.

"I..." Freya wanted to say something, but the soreness in her throat made it difficult for her to speak.

“Wind Valley, Bards Village,” Evans’s aged hand stroked Freya’s head, gently caressing her soft, pale golden hair. “That’s where I first met you.”

"Back then, I was a Templar Knight."

"That day, the barbarian attack from the North was fierce, and the combined forces of the Holy Temple and the Empire suffered heavy casualties. Commander Fellman ordered the entire army to retreat."

“Our team was already on the way to evacuate, but my pastor said, ‘No, there’s still a baby there that hasn’t been rescued.’”

“A tiny baby lay beneath the ruins, surrounded by fire and blood. The severed limbs and remains on the ground were indistinguishable between those of barbarians and those of my comrades.”

"Nobody wanted to care about the dying baby, including me."

"But the priest, the priest who had no fighting ability, rushed over and picked up the baby."

“Barbarians riding two-legged dragons filled the sky, and when they saw a straggling priest, they shot arrows more densely than any rainstorm I had ever seen.”

"Holy Light Shield, Healing Mantra, Divine Armor... I used every spell I could muster."

"She finally handed the baby to me, and her body remained there forever."

“I once told her that we would get married after the war ended.”

"But the war ultimately took her away."

“I originally intended to abandon this baby who was causing her trouble.”

"But as soon as I see the baby's peacefully sleeping face, I can't control my memories."

"Finally, I made up my mind to raise this child to adulthood."

"Because you are the only thing she left me with in this world, Freya."

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Gate to the Holy Land

"Witness the birth of a god?" Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow.

Although the brass head on Luo Er's shoulder had no expression, it still gave Ye Xiao a serious feeling.

"You want to summon a god?"

“No, Mr. Ye.” Beneath the assembled optical lenses, the intricate gears creaked and groaned as they turned. “We will create gods.”

Ye Xiao remained silent, feeling as if the guy in front of him had gone mad.

But the other party is an alchemy machine. Can a machine go crazy?

“That’s about it, Mr. Ye. The celebration is about to begin.” Luo Er stood up and turned his gaze to the outside of the stands.

Ye Xiao looked in that direction and saw that the previously dark and empty arena had suddenly lit up.

A deep blue light slowly illuminated the arena, extending outwards to outline patterns and gradually forming a sophisticated and massive magic array.

The energy emanating from the floating incantations formed a hazy, towering curtain of light, gradually expanding until it filled and covered the entire Colosseum.

The empty arena then emitted a deafening roar, as if something was operating underground.

A deep hole slowly opened up from the center of the arena.

Floor, tables, chairs, lamps... the edges of the hole slowly widened, and everything it touched broke down into tiny parts, like grains of sand falling into the endless darkness.

Until the opening completely swallowed the entire floor of the arena, Rol stood on the stands and made an inviting gesture towards the pitch-black space below: "Welcome to the celebration, Mr. Ye."

"You're not going to make me jump, are you?" Ye Xiao's face remained calm, but he was actually feeling a little numb.

It would be fine if a formidable enemy came along, but to jump into a bottomless vortex like an abyss is something that people instinctively reject.

“We will not force you to make a choice.” Luo Er took off his hat again and bowed politely. “If Mr. Ye decides to leave, he only needs to walk out of the door behind him and leave the room, and everything will return to normal.”

"Whether you choose to go to the celebration of life's evolution to seek the truth of the gods, or choose to leave, we respect Mr. Ye's choice." Luo put his hat back on, then turned and walked towards the edge of the stands, leaning on his cane.

"Wait a minute," Ye Xiao called out.

Luo Er turned his head slightly.

"I have another question: why were I invited?"

“Oh, about that, it was Lady Mammon’s recommendation.” Rol nodded. “Perhaps you can ask her about it sometime.”

After saying that, Luo Er leaped into the air, his body falling like a fluttering leaf into the huge black hole below.

"That guy... is playing me?" Ye Xiao pondered for a long time before slowly walking to the edge of the stands.

Clearly, the Greedy Witch was not as ignorant of the Craftsmen's Guild as she claimed; she not only knew some things about it, but even cooperated with the Craftsmen's Guild.

What was her real purpose in making this deal with herself?

The clues Ye Xiao has gathered so far, including those from the Demon God and the Craftsmanship Society, are still insufficient to make a sound judgment on the current situation.

To uncover the deeper truth, it seems his only option is to plunge into this strange black hole.

Ye Xiao took a deep breath and finally slowly walked to the edge of the stands.

Looking down from the railing, the Colosseum, covered by a black hole, resembles a deep yet enormous tunnel.

On nearby floors, Ye Xiao could even see some servants leisurely wiping the floors.

Their tiny figures, like grains of rice, seemed oblivious to the enormous black hole that had appeared on the floor, quietly continuing their work as always.

Upon seeing this, Ye Xiao wondered if this was some kind of stupid illusion that tricked him into jumping down and turning him into a bloody pulp.

Ha, that kind of plot development is quite abstract.

After making a self-deprecating joke, Ye Xiao took out the staff from his back and held it in his hand.

Coming here is different from going to the ring for a match; there's no prohibition against him bringing weapons or potions.

Whatever happens next, at this point all we can do is wait and see.

Having made up his mind, Ye Xiao stepped over the railing and decisively jumped over it.

After a brief period of airtime, the wind pressure from his descent immediately ruffled his hair.

The black hole, resembling an abyss, gradually magnified in view, while colorful murals and paintings flashed by like a revolving lantern at the edge of sight.

Like plunging into an endless void, traversing a universe without stars, Ye Xiao felt as if the darkness he had entered completely enveloped him.

The descent felt so long that when the seemingly eternal tranquility was shattered by the sound of surging waves, Ye Xiao was jolted awake by a rush of water into his nostrils, rousing his somewhat numb mind.

"Quaaaah!"

Ye Xiao subconsciously opened his mouth, and a huge bubble rose from it, causing him to swallow another mouthful of bitter seawater.

He frantically waved his limbs, leaping upwards.

Fortunately, the coast was right next to him. He splashed out of the water, soaking wet, spat out the seawater in his mouth, and then took a deep breath.

"Huff... Huff... Holy crap..."

Ye Xiao wiped his face and looked around, only to find himself on a beach with an endless dark ocean behind him.

A bright full moon hung high in the sky, and the cloudless night sky was dark and deep.

The beach is not wide, and there is a dark cliff less than thirty meters ahead.

He propped himself up with his staff. If it weren't for the fact that time was flowing normally on Ella's side, Ye Xiao would have thought he had time-traveled again.

What is this place? Could that black hole in the Colosseum be a teleportation array?

Ye Xiao touched his fingers. Fortunately, the spatial ring was still there. In any case, he would change out of the soaking wet clothes first.

He lifted his clothes to get rid of his wet, rag-like outer garment, and suddenly heard the sound of footsteps on the sand.

He immediately bent low and reached for the hilt of his sword, only to see a brown-haired girl in a simple long dress emerge from the ravine beside the cliff.

The girl had freckles on her face, thick lips, and eyes the size of pea pods; she was of average appearance.

The other person was stunned when they saw Ye Xiao shirtless, and then let out a loud exclamation.

"what!!!"

Ye Xiao felt somewhat helpless. He had fallen into the water before and saw someone naked, and it was that person who cried out.

Now, when he's naked and someone sees him, it's still the other person who shouts out.

It always seems like it's my fault.

This world is so unfair!

"Daughter! What happened?!" A middle-aged man in a linen shirt ran over as the girl screamed.

The man had the same distinctive thick lips, but his sleeves were half-rolled up, revealing unusually solid arm muscles, completely unlike the physique one would expect from someone with a farmer's appearance.

“There’s…there’s a pervert!” the girl said, pointing at Ye Xiao.

"Pure slander," Ye Xiao retorted. "Didn't you see my clothes were wet? I was changing here and you came over to peek. You're the one who's a pervert."

"Who are you?" The man looked at Ye Xiao, frowned, and stepped forward.

However, at this moment, after Ye Xiao could see the other person's appearance clearly by the moonlight, he suddenly felt that the other person looked somewhat familiar.

He recalled that this was indeed the missing person he had been searching for, "Abbott Phil."

Chapter Thirty-Eight: Fairy Tale Town

"I've never seen you before, who are you!?" When Abbott saw that Ye Xiao didn't respond, he rolled up his sleeves, which were already halfway rolled up, even higher, revealing his muscular biceps.

"Good question." Ye Xiao pointed with her finger. "I'm a traveler from another world, here to see the sights."

"I don't believe your nonsense!" Abbott immediately raised his fist and punched Ye Xiao in the face.

However, Ye Xiao had already made a move before him, turning sideways to grab the opponent's wrist as he threw a punch, and twisting it to the side with skillful force to lock the opponent's entire arm.

Holding Abbott down, Ye Xiao instinctively wanted to kick him, but his gaze fell on the terrified girl beside him, so he simply used a little force to gently push Abbott away.

Abbott staggered a few steps, flicked his wrist, his face flushed, and was about to rush forward again when he suddenly noticed something rolling on the ground.

It turned out that Ye Xiao had moved too much, and something had fallen out of his pants pocket.

It was a bright yellow gold coin. Ye Xiao picked it up and found that it was engraved with a familiar double-headed eagle.

"You...you are a follower of the Master?" Abbott stopped immediately, his face filled with doubt.

When did this thing come into my possession?

Ye Xiao was completely baffled. Good heavens, the Greedy Demon God was really bold to shove this thing in without saying a word. Wasn't he afraid that Ye Xiao would accidentally lose it?

"What, do you recognize this gold coin?" Ye Xiao simply played along and put the gold coin back in his pocket.

He originally wanted to put it in his spatial ring, but found that the ring had a repulsive effect on it and he couldn't put it in.

“The priest told us what this token of Lord Mammon looks like, and I was also fortunate enough to receive a gift from him.” Abbott lowered his hand. “If you are a follower of His, then I think we may have had some misunderstanding just now.”

Ye Xiao thought about it for a while. Abbott enshrined a statue of the Greedy Imp in his home, so he probably did have some connection with Mammon. It was reasonable for him to have a good impression of Mammon's followers.

“Hmm…that’s right.” Ye Xiao then crossed his arms. “Since you are also a follower of Lord Mammon, then we really shouldn’t fight.”