Disorder

Everything was perfectly normal, yet nothing was normal. Naimus vaguely felt a trace of unease.

After arriving behind the church, he skillfully took out some resin lamp oil from a cabinet and lit it.

Night on the earth was extremely dangerous. All kinds of Beast seemed capable of killing him at will.

After all, he was merely a somewhat capable Paladin living in a remote church deep in the mountains.

The instant this self-perception arose, Naimus felt a powerful sense of dissonance.

This was not a problem with his memories.

Naimus examined his memories. After transmigrating, he had become a Paladin, then been sacrificed as a Prayer-Ascendant Angel. Relying on his special talent, he had helped the Abyss before becoming a Variant Demon.

After that, he had fought step by step, developed identity avatars, become a Demon Lord, and then come to explore the earth.

"No problem. Everything's normal." Naimus stopped recalling. There was nothing wrong with his memories; he was simply an ordinary Paladin living in a church in a remote region.

Then he looked at the oil lamp and planned how he would survive in this remote church.

"The Church has been out of contact for a long time," Naimus thought.

This church had originally been built by an elderly priest after his retirement. He lived beside the mountains and used it to monitor the abnormalities within them.

However, as nights became dangerous, people became unwilling to live near the mountains and began moving toward major cities. Several migrations, large and small, took place.

Places where no one lived quickly became desolate, overgrown with dense vegetation.

Before long, they became no different from wilderness mountain forests.

But The Church still did not want to abandon this church, so it sent him here.

Unfortunately, the Old Priest soon passed