I Am Actually the Lord's Favored One

Backlund, somewhere.

A classic-style Quill is being held in someone's hand, and although it's not dipped in ink, it's writing words smoothly in a notebook. The paragraphs already written look like this:

"By some unknown coincidence, Kamah Lisbon, a mid-level member of the Psychology Alchemists stationed in Backlund, happened to encounter Mr. A of the Aurora Order and 'Despair Nightingale' Panatiya. Under their friendly questioning, he quickly explained what his organization had been busy with recently."

"It turns out that an extraordinary individual, whose mind had been Corrosion the True Creator and was suffering a mental breakdown, was willing to pay a certain fee to request their healing."

The two immediately realized that this extraordinary individual was very likely the person they were looking for.

Unfortunately, Kamah didn't know the exact address of the other party, only that they lived in the East Borough. Driven by revenge, Mr. A attacked many coachmen, turning them into Flesh Puppet and distributing them throughout the streets of the East Borough in search of the other party's whereabouts.

"Given that Mr. A has arranged for many drivers, it is entirely reasonable for the target to encounter him."

Having finished writing, Ince Will, his features deep-set like a sculpture, and blind in one eye, slowly put down the Quill. However, before he could make any other move, the Quill suddenly jumped up on its own and continued writing:

"How foolish Ince Will was! He was blinded by the Demoness's beauty and did things that brought him no benefit whatsoever. He was completely Consciousness that his actions were bringing him one step closer to death."

"Kafka Anderson harbors many strange secrets that Ince Will will never know."

After writing these words, the Quill slowly stopped and floated to the side.

Ince Will stared intently at the words, his body frozen like a statue, motionless for a long time.

East Borough, streets covered in black snow.

A horse-drawn carriage, crashed into a streetlamp, was engulfed in flames, its light shining far brighter than the lamp itself in the dim afternoon.

"The Lord is merciful; He makes His sun rise on the good and on the evil; He sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous; He sends snow on the believer and on the blasphemer."

Mr. A stretched out his palm and caught the coal-black snowflakes, letting them melt into a puddle of dirty water in his hand. He chanted scriptures in a song-like voice, but his handsome eyes remained fixed on Luther, his malice and hatred undisguised.

"The Lord is merciful and generous, yet as His servant, I am far too petty." His voice was icy, filled with murderous intent. "Tell me, who are you? Why is it that you, who clearly have the Lord's grace and have become Grazing Lamb, have turned away from Him and even murdered His offspring?"

Luther's head throbbed with pain, and he stood up again with his sister's help.

He stared at the other person coldly.

The handsome man in the black robe before him seemed familiar. The Shepherd's Characteristic kicked in, telling him that the man before him was not Lamb, but a servant tending the Lamb for Grazing master.

--Without a doubt, Mr. A from the Aurora Order.

Although he wasn't sure how Mr. A had contacted him, he was certain that the other man probably wasn't there to have a heart-to-heart talk.

"Cecilia, stay away."

He told his sister that it was far too dangerous for her, a Sequence 8, to get involved in a battle between two Sequence 5.

The latter obediently left, turning and disappearing into the shadows of the street, waiting for its chance to strike.

Mr. A, watching the interaction between him and his sister, inexplicably felt a mocking smile creep onto his face, and said:

"You"

"Boom!"

He had barely finished speaking when a crimson fireball exploded in front of him. Flames surged like a tidal wave, obscuring Mr. A's vision, and at the center, Luther's figure leaped out.

Arson combined with "Flaming Jump"!

The Phantom Tide nurtured the Lamb's soul within him, allowing him to Grazing multiple Lamb simultaneously and utilize various Beyonder Ability. Before Mr. A's mocking expression could fully materialize, Luther had already appeared before him.

"Call--"

The instant he landed, his body instantly grew taller, ram's horns sprouted from his head, and bat wings grew from his back, completing his "Devil Transformation." Almost simultaneously, a Sword of Lava burning with dark blue flames appeared and stabbed towards Mr. A.

"Magma Longsword!"

"Puff!"

His surprise attack was a great success. There was only slight resistance at the end of the greatsword before it pierced through Mr. A's chest smoothly. His body looked rather small compared to Luther's massive size, but Luther dared not be careless. As a fellow Shepherd, he knew best how strong the vitality of his Sequence was. He immediately drew his Magma Longsword and continued to slash at Mr. A's head.

"Crack!"

Mr. A's head was easily severed by him. His eyes were wide open, and his face was full of resentment. His head fell to the dirty snow.

Is it that simple?

Luther thought to himself, somewhat incredulously.

Wrong.

Black snowflakes fell onto the Magma Longsword, hissing and burning into steam, but Luther suddenly felt a sense of unreality, as if everything around him was wrapped in a transparent curtain.

It was a dream!

Mr. A Grazing a Nightmare!

"Go to hell!"

Luther raised his head and shouted, uttering Filth and Distortion terrible sound in Ancient Hermes Script.

"Click--"

The sound of shattering glass came from all around, Destruction his Dream. He opened his eyes abruptly and found himself standing in the same spot, with Mr. A's body not in front of him. Instead, Mr. A was standing far away from him, the darkness in his eyes just fading.

"You"

Mr. A's handsome face Distortion with surprise.

"You can actually control multiple souls at the same time?!"

He shouted.

A normal Shepherd can only Grazing one soul at a time. If he wants to use other abilities, he needs to switch. No wonder he seemed so surprised. Perhaps, when he saw Luther controlling multiple souls simultaneously, he mistakenly thought Luther was of a higher Sequence, which is why he ran so far away.

"Yes, I'm special because I'm a favorite of the True Creator, and He trusts me greatly."

Luther replied with a cold laugh, "You can't lay a hand on me."

You're talking nonsense!

"Of course I'm not making this up. The reason I wanted to kill Lanevus was actually arranged by the True Creator. He felt it was too blasphemous to let a man bear his child, so He sent me, His chosen one, to do it. It's just that I accidentally killed His child as well."

Intense pain tormented Luther's spirit. He laughed fiercely, joking about the other's faith, "He has no objections, so why are you in such a hurry?"

So, opposite him, Mr. A's face appeared even more furious and Distortion.