That Felt Good

The instant that eye opened, every hair on Bai Zhu's arm stood on end.

The red-and-black core gave a faint pulse in his palm.

"The door... is on the other side of the sea..."

A thread-thin whisper slipped into his mind. It sounded only once before falling completely silent.

Bai Zhu waited two seconds.

The system did not react.

The core in his hand was equally lifeless, no different from an ordinary stone.

He looked down at the thing and could not help cursing.

"Fuck."

"What's wrong with you now? Who are you talking to?" Milluki came over with a speaker slung over his shoulder, curiosity written all over his face. "Were you talking to the god behind that sign-in restriction of yours? Was it Tiga? Is the Holy Light Church still accepting people?"

Bai Zhu clenched the red-and-black core tightly in his palm and looked at Milluki as though he were an idiot.

"Nothing. And no, the Holy Light Church is not accepting anyone. He only has one saint, and that's me."

"So you really were talking to Tiga?! Bro! Bro! Did you hear that? Tiga really exists!"

Bai Zhu said, "You heard wrong."

Illumi said, "When we get back, have your brain checked!"

Bai Zhu could not be bothered with him anymore. The bloody holes Black Crystal had pierced through his shoulders, lower abdomen, and thighs were rapidly wriggling shut under Minazuki's power. The unicorn-shaped Black Crystal on his forehead fell away, and the wound it had left had long since vanished.

Every wound had completely healed.

He raised his head and swept his gaze across the underground core area, now reduced entirely to ruins.

The altar was shattered, the pope was gone, the holy son had become scraps, and the holy maiden had been chopped up as