Trial Cleared, but the Story Was Far from Over

The Life Era, the Isle of Hope.

In the southwestern part of the Isle of Hope lies a desolate desert where once stood the most magnificent altar of worship, a pilgrimage site for all the people of the Three Crow Tribe. But in the course of history, the traces of Faith have been weathered away into handfuls of yellow earth, mixed into the endless yellow sand, and can no longer be found.

Only massive ruins remain, towering amidst the swirling yellow sand, offering a negligible shred of protection to those who stray into them, reminding the world that the previous Civilization has come to an end, and illustrating to all what the loneliness of history truly means.

A nomadic tribe stumbled and struggled to reach this place, and lingered here for several days due to the surrounding sandstorms.

They thought it was just a minor incident on their path to survival, but no one expected that the tribe's Destiny would take a turn from there.

One day during their stay, a child from the tribe was playing in the sand under a huge stone pillar when he accidentally dug a hole in the ground and fell into the sand with a scream.

Other tribesmen rushed to the scene to dig in the sand to rescue them, but when they dug open the stone slabs under their feet, they were all stunned to find a hidden chamber inside.

The chief of this tribe also came to this place. No one knew his name, but everyone called him Gorba, a name he inherited from the previous chief.

He was a wise old man, his face etched with the marks of the times he had endured. He recognized at a glance that this place had once been inhabited by those Wuma Sinners, for there were clearly strings of dead infants hanging in the dark room, now swaying back and forth in the wind and sand as they were brought back to light.

Gorba knew that in this era, one could not survive without the protection of Faith. However, this group was not a branch exiled by the powerful clans, but a tribe formed spontaneously by countless beggars.

They also longed for the protection of the Faith, but struggled to find a way to attract His attention.

But now, this opportunity seems to have arrived.

He encouraged his people to take up arms and kill these dead infants, to punish sinners in the Birth, and to draw His attention through this act of offering.

Some of the tribesmen had heard of the Wuma Sinners, and they were afraid, terrified, and defied the chieftain's orders. They felt that even if they could not win His attention, they should not incur His wrath. These Wuma Sinners were clearly atoning for their sins, and heaven knows whether killing them at this time would please or anger Him.

But they all misunderstood Gorba's intentions. Punishing sinners for [Birth] was just an excuse. What he really wanted to do was kill these Uma people, steal their Umbilical Cord Shackles, disguise the entire tribe as the new Uma people, and then go to the northern grasslands to beg for the protection of the Ulun herders.

Only in this way can they continue peacefully in an era where survival is impossible without Faith.

"But this is blasphemous, clan leader!" the clansmen retorted.

Gorba laughed heartily:

"If blasphemy can allow my people to live like worshiping gods, then what does blasphemy matter?"

Besides, when we 'inherit' these shackles, aren't we already atoneing for our sins?

These words touched these poor people who had no Faith and only wanted to survive. So, in this former pilgrimage site of the Three Crow Tribe, in the secret chamber of the last Uma people, Gorba led his people to slaughter the last Uma bloodline.

The crowd picked up the Umbilical Cord Shackles from the ground, their eyes sparking with hope for survival.

Just then, as the blood of the Wuma Sinners flowed over the feet of the Gorba people and the limbs of the Wuma Sinners rubbed against the lips and teeth of the Gorba people, the Gorba suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and a charred baby fell from mid-air!

The moment the silent infant was born, a spray of blood splattered, soaking Gorba's head and face. He was stunned by this unbelievable scene, but soon he snapped out of it, instantly kneeling down to worship the infant, and shouting at the top of his lungs:

"He gave us the Holy Infant, and He has looked upon us!"

My people, He gave us the Holy Infant, He has looked upon us!

The terror on the faces of the tribesmen froze instantly. They looked at each other, and then burst into a deafening cheer!

The crowd leaped with joy, embraced each other, knelt in worship, and were moved to tears. They felt that under Gorba's leadership, they had finally received the mercy of [Birth] and become a people watched over by Him in this era.

After the initial euphoria, several devout tribesmen crawled forward on their knees, knelt beside Gorba, and boldly examined the divinely ordained infant, yet also asked with a mixture of trepidation and uncertainty:

"He's a baby boy..."

Chieftain, how should we address him?

How should we raise him?

Gorba crawled forward two shakily, washing the charred remains off the baby's body with the blood of the Wuma Sinners. Then, his gaze was fixed intently on those strange yet captivating eyes, and he mustered the courage to give this divinely ordained infant a name.

"Gorba, from this day forward, he is the new Gorba of our tribe!"

On this day, this tribe, which had been begging for a living, welcomed their new chieftain once again, an unexpected and divinely ordained holy infant.

The Holy Infant who Birth.

Little Gorba is easy to raise. He never cries or fusses, and he spends his days either laughing or staring blankly in a certain direction.

Over time, the previous Gorba, who was temporarily in charge of the clan, felt that the direction the Holy Infant was looking in might be guided by the True God. So he resolutely decided to change his route and no longer go north to seek the protection of the Uren people, but instead headed in the direction the Holy Infant was looking in, to seek His guidance.

And so, dragging along the various treasures and Relics they had looted from the Uma Chamber, they turned away.

Much later, this group entered the territory of the Dol Federation and, guided by the Holy Infant, knocked on the gates of Dolgo D.

At that time, the Divine Nurturing Church was under the rule of a certain leader of the Uda bloodline. When he saw the Umbilical Cord Shackles in the hands of this group, out of a sense of closeness due to ancient blood ties and a kindness that outsiders could not fathom, he let these people into the city and settled them down.

It was in Dolgo D that little Gorba grew up.

His childhood was not very enjoyable, and he was quiet and reserved as he grew up. However, his people were very tolerant of him. After all, he was a divinely ordained child who guided them to a peaceful life. Therefore, everyone in the tribe respected him, loved him, and obeyed his every word.

It wasn't until one day, when the leader of the Uda lineage questioned them about why they didn't continue to atone for their sins and proposed establishing a blasphemous confessional, that this group realized that stealing the identity of the Wuma Sinners was not without cost. The cost was that in order for the group to live peacefully in the city, they had to continue to atone for their sins to Him, just like the Wuma Sinners.