Moon Concealer

This world had Evil Gods.

Whether the Star Explorer, Lord of Dreams, Primordial Fire, God of Resurrection, or Arcane Dominator, all had been confirmed by the Church of the God of Knowledge as evil entities.

Worshipping Them might grant some power, but the "contamination" that followed was equally intense.

All cultists were targets harshly suppressed by the God of Knowledge and Mother Nature.

"I..."

Uzvich's expression changed, revealing a trace of bewilderment. "My faith has always been in truth, in verified history, in truths that have been concealed... I merely obtained an ancient scroll that told me to pray to the great existence above the moon, to obtain genuine historical records..."

Warren and Fetch sprang up like cats whose tails had been stepped on, unconsciously reaching for their weapons. "Take it easy... We mean no harm."

Some cultists, even after being contaminated, still believed themselves to be normal and behaved no differently from ordinary people. Only when provoked would they reveal their evil and terror.

"It called Itself... the Recorder of History, the Ruler of Antiquity, the Creator's Disciple... Its honorific name is... the Moon Concealer!"

Something grew increasingly wrong with Uzvich's expression.

His eyes became unfocused. As though deliriously muttering, yet also chanting something, his body suddenly began to change.

Tentacles like fleshy sprouts formed across his face, arms, and exposed skin, growing at a terrifying speed like bean sprouts.

Monsterization... The contamination has worsened...

Warren had already drawn his firearm.

Evil Gods would not necessarily actively contaminate their followers, but the "connection" formed merely through faith and communication was enough to condemn ordinary humans to eternal ruin.

"Don't do this. We're here to help you."

Fetch opened the black umbrella he carried with him, ready to defend against Uzvich's attacks at any moment.

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