Doma as a Child: The Founding of the Eternal Paradise Faith

It's alright, I'm sitting here perfectly fine.

Can you promise me that no matter what happens in the future, you'll take me with you?

With a slight smile, Scribe nodded.

Of course, no matter what, I will always be with you.

Turning from tears to laughter, Tamayo suddenly stood up and brought her cheek close to Scribe's.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, it flashes by in an instant.

Scribe felt a coolness on her lips, which then returned to normal.

Tamayo had already shrunk back to the side, covering her flushed cheeks, her face full of embarrassment.

This was the first time she had ever taken such initiative, to the point that even her own brain was a little slow to react.

Scribe licked his lips, seemingly savoring something.

Upon seeing the Scribe's actions, Tamayo's face flushed even more.

Like a young girl falling in love for the first time, she quickly ran to the side and picked up the first-aid kit.

I'm going to try the drug first.

She glanced back at the Scribe, then dashed into the room next door like a rabbit.

Scribe waved his hand and smiled.

Okay, I'll wait for you here.

For the next three days, Tamayo did not leave that room.

Every now and then, the Scribe could sense Tamayo's presence emanating from the room.

If the previous aura was like a relatively clean branch on a decaying old tree...

The current atmosphere is like a brand new seed growing into a big tree.

Tall, upright, pure, without the slightest impurity.

After sensing this aura, Scribe knew that she had succeeded.

Sure enough, not long after, Tamayo's voice came from inside the room.

Scribe, could you come in for a moment?

She got up, walked over, Scribe gently pushed open the door.

Inside the room, Tamayo, wearing only a thin layer of clothing, had her back to him.

I succeeded.

Turning around, Scribe clearly saw the clear tears flowing from the other person's eyes.

Centuries of suffering have finally come to an end today.

Tamayo can finally begin a life that truly belongs to her.

All of this is thanks to the Scribe; without him, Tamayo couldn't even imagine what she would become.

Tamayo stood up and walked to the Scribe.

Their eyes met, and she seemed to want to etch the man in front of her deeply into her gaze.

Are you willing to accept a completely new me?

Her pale purple eyes were full of gentleness, Tamayo wanted to get a definite answer from her.

It is my great honor.

There were no vows of eternal love, nor any grand pronouncements.

"Having" is four simple yet incredibly earnest words.

A happy smile appeared on her face, and Tamayo loosened her grip on her clothes.

Chapter 92 Childhood Doma, The Establishment of the Eternal Paradise Cult

One day, two guests suddenly arrived in a bustling town.

One was a well-proportioned young man with strange markings on his face and a faint smile on his lips.

One of them, with her head resting on the young man's arm, was a woman with delicate features and gentle, pale purple eyes.

As soon as they appeared, they quickly attracted the attention of the townspeople.

Amazement, joy, praise, and even a touch of jealousy.

Some of the women around wanted to go up and ask the young man for information, but for some reason, after taking a few steps, they froze in place.

My eyes saw patterns I'd never seen before, and my nose smelled a strange, bloody odor I'd never smelled before.

Only after the young man and woman left did the smell in the air slowly dissipate, and their bodies returned to normal.

Scratching their heads, the women were puzzled and confused, wondering what had just happened to their bodies.

By the time they realized what was happening, the young man and woman had already vanished.

As they entered a bustling market, the young man turned his head slightly and said.

Actually, you don't need to do that.

The woman beside him didn't say anything, but just smiled slightly and tightened her grip on the young man's arm.

Shaking his head helplessly, the Scribe indicated that he had no other options.

Several decades have passed since Tamayo broke free from Muzan's control.

During this time, Scribe accompanied her on her travels.

Centuries of suffering have passed, and Tamayo, now reborn, hopes to begin a new life with the Scribe.

After all these years of having fun, her personality has become much more cheerful.

At least, the Tamayo of the past would not have done such a thing.

Holding each other's snow-white little hands, Scribe and Tamayo searched for some interesting little toys in the market.

Boss, I want this.

At one of the stalls, the Scribe pointed to an item on it.

This is a flower-shaped hair clip, entirely black, giving it a mysterious and noble appearance.

The hair clip has some carved patterns on both sides, which look like a bright moon.

Payment upon delivery.

Having received the flower hair clip, Scribe immediately turned around.

He removed the somewhat old and damaged flower hair clip from Tamayo's head and personally put this black hair clip on her head.

After putting on the flower hair clip, Tamayo's already aloof aura became even more icy, mysterious, and noble.

The stall owner next to him was completely stunned and it took him a while to react.

She was about to praise the Scribe's good eye and Tamayo's beauty, but the words caught in her throat.

As if he had seen some deity, the stall owner's expression became extremely excited and agitated.

A fiery glint shone in his eyes, like that of a devout believer.

At the other end of the market, a family of three was slowly walking towards them.

Upon seeing them, some townspeople knelt down and bowed to them.

The couple had very ordinary appearances; they were the kind of people who would blend into a crowd and not stand out.

But the child caught the Scribe's attention.

Her hair was snow-white, as pure and spotless as a white oak tree.

Her open eyes shone with a rainbow of colors, as if blessed by a rainbow.

Her face is exquisite, her features are perfectly natural, like a work of art.

If it weren't for the Scribe's strong perception, one would probably think this was a girl.

What's even more intriguing is that the boy's face was devoid of any smile, and he would occasionally display strange expressions.

His eyes, as he looked at the townspeople around him, remained completely unmoved.

It felt somewhat familiar, and a guess slowly formed in the Scribe's mind.

Pointing to the three people, he asked the boss about their identities with some curiosity.

Upon hearing this, the stall owner was immediately taken aback.

Oh right, you're here as tourists and don't know the identities of those three adults.

As he spoke, the boss's expression became increasingly respectful.

From him, the Scribe also learned their identities.

Just as he had guessed, the child's name was indeed Doma.

He was revered as the Child of God by several towns in the vicinity, while his parents were called Father and Mother Goddess.

Many townspeople, including the stall owners, believe that Doma, with his outstanding appearance, must be a child sent to earth by God.

If we pray sincerely, we can hear the voice of God through the transmission of the Doma.

After listening to the boss's words, Scribe did not speak, but simply shook his head slightly.

He knew very well that the other party did not have the so-called ability to hear the voice of God.

The reason such rumors are circulating is simply wishful thinking on the part of his parents.

Doma's innate lack of emotion prevents Doma from understanding human emotions.

Without joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, they cannot understand love, hate, or passion.

But out of pity for his foolish parents, the precocious Doma would cooperate with their words and actions.

They claimed to have heard the voice of God and asserted that they were indeed God's children.

But in any case, Doma did not consider these things as things he wanted to do.

After receiving the townspeople's worship, Doma's Father stepped forward and said loudly.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Child of God has received a divine decree to bring you eternal happiness and joy.

In order to better save all sentient beings, the Eternal Paradise Cult is established from this day forward!

After saying that, he pulled out a large handful of papers from the backpack behind him.

He wielded the brush vigorously, sending paper flying everywhere.

Upon seeing this, the townspeople rushed forward as if they had gone mad, snatching the flying pieces of paper.

They were everywhere, yet they would yell at each other and even fight over a single piece of paper.

Seeing this, the stall owner packed up his stall and prepared to rush out and snatch the paper.

A gentle breeze blew, and a piece of paper in the air was blown towards the Scribe.

With a gentle reach, the Scribe took it into his hand.

The paper was of poor quality; it even felt rough to the touch.

But what's painted on them are increasingly exquisite pictures.

Next to the picture is a long explanation, along with the corresponding doctrines of the Eternal Paradise Cult.

A quick glance at the bright Scribe revealed that this was a carefully prepared brainwashing announcement.

The goal is simple: to make people believe that the Eternal Paradise Cult is the only religion in the world.

Only by having faith in the Child of God can one better survive in this era.

Even in death, God will take them to His Kingdom and let them find happiness in another place.

Even at the very end of the paper, there was this sentence.

Death is the best salvation for humanity.