Nightmare Light

Chapter 112 Gods Don’t Care About the Human World

In the ancient temple of the Mist Tribe, everyone heard an extremely unreasonable yet horrifying ancient story as Lin Wang narrated it.

"Pray to the gods? Three?"

The people around looked at each other, and saw incredible looks on each other's faces.

Although there are portraits of three gods in the temple of the Mist Clan, in fact, when their lay masters and priests need strength, they still pray to the "Mother" - in this respect, they are no different from the priests of the temple and the lay masters of the Candle Clan.

"What a crazy plan!" Sen snorted. "Their experiment must have failed because their prayers weren't answered..."

"No." Lin Wang interrupted Sen's judgment and said seriously, "On the contrary, their prayers have been answered."

"Response? Who responded to them?!" Miss Saint's eyes widened and her body trembled slightly.

"The people of the Mist Tribe have always believed that it was the three gods who were responding to them. This is the most terrifying part of this matter," said Lin Wang.

Mori had a thoughtful expression on his face and muttered to himself, "Who are the other two gods that the Mist Tribe prays to?"

"I saw two names in the memories of the Mist Clan." Lin Wang glanced at her and said, "Are you sure you want me to tell you these two names? In this temple?"

Sen shuddered and came to his senses. "No, don't say that here... But I have a question: Are you sure those other two are gods?"

"I can't judge your question based on a single memory, but in my memory, all the Mist Tribe members firmly believed that those two were genuine gods."

Lin Wang said this and glanced at the Mist Clan members around him.

"And, they... actually answered their prayers—like true gods."

Except for those two heartless people, everyone else around felt a little chilled.

Even though there are clear records of these two gods in the history of the Mist People, when "they" actually respond to prayers... that is another matter.

Imagine a person who, for many years, has always insisted that his ancestors would protect him. But suddenly one day, someone claiming to be his ancestor actually appears in his dream...

Who are they exactly? What is their purpose? Are they good or evil?

What on earth do they want to do?
"Considering the appearance of that giant flesh and blood monster and the pollution it carries, it's not difficult to see that there's absolutely something wrong with 'Them's' power." Lin Wang said to everyone, then changed the subject, "However, considering that this guy's power is extremely resistant to divine arts - their true identity must be quite high."

The Saint Miss frowned, her face looking very ugly - this news had a huge impact on someone with such firm faith as her.

The expressions of the others were equally grim: if this matter involved the secrets of the gods, the harm caused would be incalculable.

The white flames behind him gradually died down, and Lin Wang walked towards the wall of the elevator space. "The good news is, I saw the location of the elevator switch in the monster's memory... Brother, please follow me. This mechanism is only effective when used by the Mist Clan. Outsiders will be blocked."

He called a soldier and walked to the side wall of the room. "Put your hand here... a little higher, right here, press down hard."

The Mist Clan soldier pressed hard, and the stones on the wall retreated. A wrench extended from the back, and Lin Wang stepped forward and pulled down the wrench.

A second later, a dull mechanical roar was heard from deep underground.

"Let's go, time waits for no one." Lin Wang walked towards the elevator.

But Gu Shuochuan and the Wu people did not move.

"Brother Lin, I think... this matter involves the gods, and it's unrealistic to rely on just a few of us. This place is very close to Qilou City, so I suggest going back to find some help."

Lin Wang thought about it and nodded: "Then you guys go, Sen and I will continue to move forward."

"Uh..." Gu Shuochuan hesitated for a moment, then spoke, "Brother Lin, although you are a distinguished guest of the Wu people, this place... is our tribe's temple." "Oh, I understand." Lin Wang raised an eyebrow, "You mean to say that Sen and I need to go out first, and then come in together after you call someone?"

Gu Shuochuan looked a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, but it is true."

"I need to remind you," Lin Wang said to the Mist Clan, "Right now, the 'Candle Clan member' you're talking about is still deep within this temple. He's still alive and could cause trouble at any moment."

After a pause, he added:
"Second point: I saw from the monster's memory that the Mist Clan soldiers who previously guarded the temple are still alive."

"What? Are you telling the truth?" Lao Gu's expression suddenly changed, and his tone became anxious. "I mean...Brother Lin?"

"I have no reason to lie to you." Lin Wang pointed at the Mist Clan members. "Don't you have the ability to sense your own kind?"

"Almost every brick and stone in this temple is filled with the aura of our tribe... making it difficult to accurately sense the life and death of our tribe members." Lao Gu frowned. "But now that you mention it... from the time the Candle tribe members appeared until now, we really haven't sensed any deaths among our tribe members."

Boom.

The elevator platform rose to the ground.

Lin Wang glanced at the platform and then looked at the people of the Mist Tribe.

Lao Gu and the Mist Clan soldiers looked at each other, looking embarrassed: "But..."

"I don't have time to discuss this with you." Lin Wang's tone turned cold. "I spoke to you nicely before because I respect you."

"But if you are pedantic, stubborn, and hesitant, then I will do as I please."

At some point, a cat-like girl had silently squatted among the Mist Tribe people.

"While you're grappling with the traditions of the Mist Tribe and the secrets of the research institute, a madman is attempting to activate the greatest secret of this research facility. Behind that secret may very well be some terrifying existence comparable to a god!"

Lin Wang narrowed his eyes and pointed out their dilemma without mercy: "And now, you are actually worried about whether we outsiders will get involved in your technology?"

"Let me tell you, I don't care." Lin Wang pointed at himself, walked closer to Lao Gu, and poked his chest.

He looked down at Gu Shuochuan, who unconsciously took a step back.

"If my goal was wealth or power, I would have countless ways to obtain it. But if you set your sights higher, you'll find that these things are meaningless—including the technology in this facility, not to mention that this technology is wrong."

"The truth, and only the truth, is what interests me."

“If we must add a more specific goal to the truth… it is: the survival of civilization.”

"Everything else, including your ridiculous purpose, is meaningless to me."

Lin Wang said this and stood on the elevator.

He looked around at everyone and said, "Tea time is over. Who's coming with me?"

The Saint Lady looked up at the tall northerner in front of her and was stunned for a moment.

At that moment, she suddenly remembered a sentence she had read in a certain unorthodox book that was listed as a "banned book" by the temple.

"The gods don't care about mortals."

(End of this chapter)