Zhang Meng recalled what had just been said.
Clearly, they were two Deities.
One was the Fun God type, bored and looking for entertainment. The other was a Righteous God in the traditional sense, the kind people imagined in their hearts.
He sat beside a bonfire in the church's backyard, where some frozen meat was roasting.
Firelight flickered across his face while everyone else silently grilled meat.
Ever since that Tall White Person had appeared, the atmosphere in the church had changed.
People guarded against one another, afraid of being taken away by someone else.
Clearly, they had also realized that those people harbored ill intent.
After all, in an apocalyptic setting like this, followers of all sorts of Evil Gods were simply too common.
There had been quite a few before, but someone had kept them under control, so they had not caused much trouble.
Now, however, there were many Evil God followers making a mess of things.
Soon, another crisis appeared.
This time, it was a group of wild boar monsters. They could burrow, and the difficulty suddenly increased.
For the first time, someone died in the church.
He had been recovering from his injuries in the rear, only to be gored to death by a wild boar that emerged from a hole.
After the battle, Zhang Meng was filled with conflict and struggle.
This apocalypse really was cruel enough.
He kept asking himself whether he should be like the protagonists in those novels—give up his humanity, dignity, and kindness, and do anything to survive.
He recalled the survivors who had died.
Their eyes had been filled with fear and despair.
Zhang Meng took a deep breath. He wanted to live.
But he could not completely give up everything that made him human.
Determination flickered in his eyes.