Having awakened to the truth of it all, Ding Moluo stood rooted to the spot, muttering to himself, roaring hoarsely, and ceaselessly cursing the God of Holy Light and His people.
Meanwhile, Sainsai silently observed the man beside him.
Once Ding Moluo's impotent rage gradually subsided, Sainsai calmly made a proposal.
"If you hate the Holy Light so much and wish to take revenge on Him, then why not come with me?"
"Our organization happens to need talent like you."
"After all, by yourself, you could never stir up much of a storm in the Holy Light Pure Land. Going there alone would only be throwing your life away."
Having reined in his anger, Ding Moluo responded with surprised disbelief.
"An organization? What kind of organization?"
Sainsai answered evenly.
"An organization that is only just getting started. At present, it consists of only the leader and myself."
"However, that leader is strong—very strong. He is fully capable of leading us against the Holy Light."
"You will learn the details once you get there."
Half-convinced and half-doubtful, Ding Moluo accepted Sainsai's invitation and boarded the Sky Train with him, flying into the distance.
Later, amid the ruins of a certain castle, Ding Moluo met a man wearing a brass mask and seated upon a decayed throne.
This was the first time he and Mikun met.
"Sainsai, I originally thought our previous talk about an organization was just an offhand joke. But I never expected you to actually bring me a member?"
Mikun's response to Ding Moluo's arrival was remarkably nonchalant. It seemed that the title of "leader" had been placed on him by Sainsai alone.
"Mr. Mikun, I never joke. I truly believe the proposal of forming an organization is feasible."
"For example, this man named Ding Moluo was once an