Light of the Desperate, Redemption of the Fallen

"The missionary model can be changed."

Luther sat in the Captain's Cabin's cabin, stroking Luna who was sleeping in his arms. "From Concealment missionary work to open missionary work. We can spread our message to the major islands along all the sea routes."

"Captain, this will attract the wrath of the Orthodox Churches."

Anderson said cautiously.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

Luther glanced at him. "You're already Sequence 4. In the entire Sonia Sea, apart from 'Sea King,' not many people can pose a threat to you. And even if you encounter Arne Kottman, you can call me over; he can't do anything to you."

Anderson is now Demigod, and would be a figure of great importance in any Orthodox Churches.

"Our initial target will be the slums on each island," Luther continued. "While hunting at sea, we can also proselytize to the captured islanders, telling them that we are here to save them in the name of the Blood God."

So-called missionary work involves spreading the faith to a targeted audience in accordance with the characteristics of one's own deity.

For example, the Church of Storms primarily targets conservative men in Loen and Sailor who make a living at sea; the Church of Evernight targets more educated, noblewomen; while the Church of Knowledge and the Church of Steam would certainly find it difficult to please uneducated people... Of course, the fanatical and extreme Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun is not within the scope of this discussion.

As for Luther, his missionary goals were also very specific: the most numerous, most oppressed, and most desperate ordinary people in the world.

Just as his Honorific Name suggests, he wanted to be the Light of the Desperate. His many experiences in the East Borough had burdened Luther with the sins and pain of countless innocent deaths, and he represented these people in launching a bloody revenge against George III. Now, the revenge was not over, and he had even more to bear.

Moreover, Luther's missionary goals overlapped with those of the Aurora Order. They had always liked to develop organizations in the slums of various cities, expanding and multiplying like cockroaches.

Luther's decision was also a contest with the True Creator for faith.

At first, he could only passively endure the pollution of the other party's delirium, then he was able to resist, and later he went to the sea and gained some control over the Tide... Now, he is finally going to start competing with the other party for faith.

Luther had said long ago that he would usurp His authority and Destruction His name and spirit.

"As for the specifics of how to do it, you can figure it out yourself. I have faith in your abilities," he said to Anderson. "I've left you some money; if it's not enough, just ask me for more."

In his arms, Luna's belly swelled and bulged, making a pleasant "purring" sound.

"Okay... um?"

Anderson was about to agree when he suddenly realized there was another meaning behind Luther's words, "Captain, aren't you planning to stay with the Fleet?"

"I'm going out of town for the next couple of days and won't be available for a while."

Luther answered, stroking the cat.

He felt it necessary to meet with the "Queen Mystic" soon to discuss several matters. "Captain, how long will it take?"

"About two or three days."

Luther casually replied, "I'm not sure exactly how long it will take."

After sending Anderson away, he Sealing the room again, then closed his eyes and imagined the feeling of his body being swallowed by the sea.

"Whoosh..."

The Phantom Tide soon filled his ears, and when Luther opened his eyes again, he was already standing on the vast sea. The magnificent white tower stood quietly, surrounded by many white points of light, which were the prayers of believers to the Blood God.

Luther stepped forward and walked to the front of the giant tower.

He reached out and touched the floating specks of light, and his Spirituality spread out, allowing him to sense the information emanating from them. Countless overlapping and complex sounds followed, so many that they seemed to burst his head.

"Just like before, it's all prayers from people with little faith..."

Despite the excruciating pain, Luther shook his head and said.

Before this, Anderson had temporarily erected a framework for him by exchanging gifts for faith, allowing the name of the Blood God to spread temporarily. However, this hasty approach resulted in insufficient depth of faith; the islanders merely chanted his Honorific Name mindlessly, without much piety in their words.

This is the direction I need to strive for in the future... Luther thought to himself, and was about to withdraw his hand when suddenly, a dimly colored spot of light touched his fingertip.

A hoarse voice then echoed in my mind.

"Blood God... if you truly exist... please help me take revenge. I'm willing to give anything..."

That voice was filled with despair.

This is...?

Luther was taken aback for a moment, then immediately grabbed the point of light, dragged it out, and carefully examined it.

In a daze, many Illusion appeared before his eyes, showing him the praying figure. It was a woman lying in a dark alley, her body covered in festering sores, coexisting with garbage and sewage, her breathing weak.

Her life was clearly nearing its end.

"..."

Luther narrowed his eyes, further exploring the other person's soul and uncovering more memories.

The woman in front of me is named Katya, and she is a native of the island. Her whole family are slaves on the plantation, working for the landowners of Loen.

Years ago, because Katya's father failed to harvest enough sugarcane on time, the plantation owner punished the family. Her young brother's hands were cut off and placed before her father, while she and her mother were sold into the cheapest brothel as compensation for the plantation owner's losses. Katya suffered for years, praying to various gods for salvation, but nothing happened. Finally, she contracted a disease and was left outside to fend for herself.

On her deathbed, Katya recalled the idle chatter of some pirate guests, who spoke of a strange, evil god, God of Blood and Shadows who claimed to redeem all the desperate and Degeneration.

On the verge of death, her heart was filled with hatred.

Since the True God had failed to save her, she prayed to the evil god for mercy. She would Curse the manor owner, even if it meant sacrificing her soul to the evil god!

"Blood God... if you truly exist, then avenge me..."

She lay amidst the sewage and garbage, praying fervently and frantically.

Above the Tide, Luther opened his eyes, a chilling smile playing on his lips.

I heard your prayer.

He said softly.

"Whoosh..."

The Tide surged beneath Luther's feet, and an invisible authority manifested from his body. He slowly raised a right hand, placing it on the point of light, and channeled a Spirituality through the connection between them, returning it to the body of the praying woman, Katya. Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Through the contact, he saw that Katya, who had been lying in the Mire, had stood up.

Her body rapidly changed; her Flesh writhed, Distortion, and grew, becoming powerful yet grotesque, resembling Monster.

Katya was surprised when she saw the changes in her body, then a crazy and sad smile appeared on her face, and finally, she rushed towards the plantation without hesitation.