What is wrong with me?
Clearly, the entire situation has become so plain and clear now.
The Hunter Corps has gathered all forty-eight Divine Artifact fragments of the "Apocalypse."
And I have the true body of the evil god Havijordan firmly in the palm of my hand.
With things as they are, the Abyss has undoubtedly fallen into an absolute disadvantage.
And as long as we hold out through the coming year and safely wait for the "Apocalypse" to fully open, then wipe Havijordan and all His lackeys clean from this world in one stroke, we will have achieved final victory. Everyone will be able to reach a perfect ending, won't they?
If so, then why, under such favorable circumstances, am I feeling so unsettled, wavering and hesitating to move forward?
What...
...am I hesitating over?
And what, exactly, am I angry about?
Ye Chen sat with his eyes closed in silence, questioning his own heart, yet for a time he could not readily find an answer.
Then, before long, his tightly furrowed brow finally eased like drifting white clouds. Bathed in the radiance filtering through the stained-glass windows, he temporarily cast aside the troubled thoughts in his heart and sank into a relaxed, comfortable darkness.
Sure enough, no matter how many years had passed or how much he had experienced, Ye Chen, who had grown up in a church, could always find his own peace in an atmosphere like this.
After lingering in that dark world for a long time, an unusual fragrance slowly drifted into Ye Chen's mind without his noticing.
Then, little by little, strange images began to emerge before his eyes.
Ye Chen saw an old woman whose form was only a silhouette, hunched over on a long bench.
In her arms, she held a tightly