"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"
Inside the dim church, Jesse paced back and forth like a headless fly.
Right now, she felt like an ant on a hot pan—completely lost and frantic with anxiety.
She carefully recalled all the stupid things she had done that morning.
First, she had told a man seeking her advice to "open his heart," thereby getting him killed.
Second, she had impatiently shouted at her good friend Eugene, telling him to go to Hell and repent.
"I fucking killed two people in one morning!"
Jesse could hardly believe it. She grabbed at her hair in agitation.
She was a priest, yet she had actually killed people!
Jesse felt dirty. More importantly, she had killed those people without even realizing it.
Everything was too surreal. Not long ago, she had merely been a priest muddling through life.
Yet in the blink of an eye, she had become the host of Genesis, with the power to influence people's wills.
"Peter, what do you think we should do?"
Although she had not wanted to hand over Genesis just now, the more Jesse thought about it, the more panicked she became. After all, angels had come looking for her. What if they gave her trouble after she died and went to Heaven?
So, for all the bravery she had shown earlier, Jesse was now just as terrified.
Faced with this situation, she chose to seek Peter's advice.
"And, and if God finds out I didn't hand over Genesis, will he be angry?"
As Jesse's thoughts ran wild, she saw that Jino beside her remained utterly calm.
He did not seem afraid of God, nor did he care about angels.
Then it suddenly dawned on her.
Right.
Why was she agonizing over this by herself when there was an