Spit It Out!
Luther was immersed in a frenzied Illusion.
He saw a world that was dark and chaotic, filled with countless terrifying and enormous figures. They were mad and ruthless, evil and cruel, constantly fighting and wantonly unleashing their power. The small humans were like ants, cowering at their feet, struggling to survive.
That was the ancient, unlit era, before the torches had been lit.
That was a crazy era when humanity was like insects, barely surviving.
A golden point of light quietly appeared in the chaos, then gradually expanded until it became the outline of a human figure. This figure did not have a clear appearance, but was hazy and illusory, as if it were composed of pure golden light.
A golden figure walked through the chaos, hearing helpless cries from all corners of the world and witnessing the various sufferings people endured.
The figure revealed a compassionate and holy smile and spoke:
"Let There Be Light."
Then the light appeared.
Centered on him, golden light, like a sharp sword, pierced through the darkness and cut through the chaos!
The Monster hidden in the darkness revealed themselves: a colossal Giant, an eight-legged black Demon Wolf, and a phantom Dragon soaring in the sky were all shattered by the light and vanished without a trace.
The earth became radiant and clean, allowing people to rest and recuperate.
The golden figure calmly observed all of this, then turned and stepped onto the heavenly staircase.
Devout hymns resounded across the earth:
Praise be to you, great Lord.
You will come eventually.
All believers are saved.
Numerous radiant Angel surrounded the golden figure, escorting Him to the top of the sky, when suddenly—
The world is turned upside down, light becomes darkness, hymns Distortion into blasphemous babbling, the stairway to heaven becomes a wooden frame falling into the Abyss, and golden figures are stained with Filth blackness, passively given bodies, and hung upside down on inverted Cross, dripping with blood.
He opened his crimson eyes, eyes filled only with endless madness.
"Cough cough!"
Luther suddenly woke up with a start.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting on the sofa in his room, with a Holy Bible barely written on the table in front of him.
Yes, I was just writing this rubbish.
Luther felt a splitting headache; the aftershocks of the Illusion still lingered in his mind, stimulating his spirit.
I haven't experienced a sudden bout of madness in a while. I wonder what caused it this time. Speaking of which, the scene I just witnessed was very strange. Was it because I was fabricating the creation myth from the Holy Bible before my madness?
And could that scene depict the True Creator being the Oldest One Creator who Degeneration and became what they are now?
No, not necessarily. It's also possible that the bastard is deliberately interfering with my understanding.
His chaotic thoughts swirled in his mind, and he instinctively covered his head, saying:
"Cecilia, what time is it?"
Before he could finish speaking, Luther suddenly froze.
Time seemed to stand still in that second; he remained in the same position, frozen in place, with only his slightly dilated pupils proving that he was alive.
The headache was no longer important; he suddenly felt very tired, as if a hole had opened in his heart, draining all his strength and emotions out, leaving only an empty shell.
"Despair."
The little black cat circled around from behind and nimbly jumped onto the table.
It gazed silently at Luther with its deep blue eyes.
"Brother, live on."
In a daze, Luther seemed to hear Cecilia's voice again before she died. At that time, her beautiful eyes reflected the Star firelight on the broken street as she spoke words that sounded like a blessing, yet also like Curse.
Luther moved. He picked up a pen from the table, pointed the pen downwards, and plunged it straight through his thigh!
"Puff!"
Blood gushed out, splattering onto the table and his body. Intense pain shot up his spine, rushing straight to his brain. His face Distortion in pain, but the bewildered and lost expression vanished, replaced by a ferocious rage.
A burning rage of hatred surged forth, searing his heart and filling his body once more.
His sister's hatred hadn't subsided; where would he find the time to grieve?
"Meow."
The little black cat nimbly leaped backward, avoiding Luther's splattered blood. It was already used to Lu Ze's sudden outbursts of madness, so it didn't react much.
The pain brought Luther fully awake, and he pulled the pen out of his thigh.
"Brush"
The terrible wound began to heal the moment the pen was pulled out, and the splattered blood automatically gathered and blended into his blood-red robe. However, although his wound could heal, the pen was just an ordinary thing, and it had been completely broken by his rough use.
I need to buy a new one.
Luther muttered something to himself and looked at the little black cat on the ground.
Are you hungry?
He asked.
"Meow."
The little black cat opened its blue eyes and meowed solemnly.
"Wait a moment."
Luther tossed aside the Holy Bible he had only begun writing, got up from the sofa, and went into the kitchen.
On the cutting board was raw meat he had taken from the food he had bought from the gang. He picked up a kitchen knife, cut off a piece, and processed it slightly.
The side of the kitchen knife was as bright as Mirror, reflecting the phantom of the letter M.
Are you alright?
She asked.
"Very good."
Luther answered calmly, talking to himself as he looked at the knife.
He cooked the chopped meat for a while until it was fully cooked, then let it cool before transferring it to a plate and placing it on the floor.
"Meow."
The little black cat meowed, came over, and carefully sniffed the meat before starting to eat it in small bites. Luther stroked its head, but it ignored him.
Okay, at least he didn't bite me because he was possessive of his food.
After watching the kitten eat for a while, Luther simply sat down on the floor, lost in thought.
He was still thinking about the Illusion he had just experienced.
Putting aside speculations that it might be True Creator deliberately interfering with him, he still had some strange déjà vu.
The words spoken by that golden figure, and his appearance, seemed to correspond to certain things from my past life. Some of His prayers, the words and actions of His followers, also seemed similar to those in my past life.
What's going on? Another fellow traveler from the same hometown?
There are way too many transmigrators in this world!
Luther frowned in thought.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little black cat had licked the plate clean and then jumped onto the table in front of the sofa.
It seemed curious about the things on it, fiddling with the white paper and the broken pen, as well as a small black ball— Beyonder Characteristic extracted from the Seer Gabriel, which Luther casually took out as he reached for his pen and placed on the table.
The little black cat played with it for a while, then immediately became very interested in the floating ball. It first touched it with its paw, then sniffed it lightly, and then—
Don't touch it!
Luther suddenly sensed something was wrong, but before he could stop it, he saw the little black cat open its mouth and swallow that Beyonder Characteristic!
"Boom!"
He used Flaming Jump to appear in front of the kitten.
"Spit it out!"
Luther tried to pry open the cat's throat, but the little black cat just looked at him with a disgusted expression that said, "What are you yelling about?"