I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 722 Bige's Great Fortune (Fifteen)
The return of the "Goddess of Light" is like a poisonous thorn, deeply embedded in the heart of the Papacy. Their sacred narrative, which they have been proud of and cultivated for thousands of years, is being deconstructed and trivialized by a "false god" constructed from code and succubus acting, becoming... less sacred.

But when the Vatican tried to suppress this unhealthy trend, it found that its usual methods were completely ineffective.

Public opinion censorship, pressure from higher authorities, and attacks from believers...

All sorts of methods seem to have become a joke in this internet age. Black and red are still red, and the more they are banned, the wider they spread. It seems that the only option left for the Vatican is war.

It's just war...

The Vatican is absolutely not going to stir things up.

Although they possess extraordinary power, the reason why the Papacy can surpass royal power in this era is essentially because they truly have a god above them, rather than just some mysterious power. After all, the Papacy has divine magic, and the major kingdoms are not without their own mages. However, in terms of industry, the Papacy is far inferior to the major kingdoms that control the military-industrial complex.

All they can do is use their faith to color all countries from the bottom up, and use the power of the gods to force all countries to accept their "extraordinary and secretive" ways.

Furthermore, the Holy See and the Night Clan have a tacit understanding on the point of "keeping the extraordinary secret," because everyone understands that the extraordinary must not be popularized before the Night Clan integrates into humanity/the Holy See achieves victory of faith.

Having gone from being single-minded to having two blocked ends, the Vatican, after countless meetings, has finally made a decision. They have decided to break the unspoken rule of "supernatural beings not being made public" that they themselves set, and begin to "prove" God's existence and power in a more direct and demonstrative way.

Of course, they couldn't actually open up supernatural abilities directly. They would just create a tiny crack in the original rules and show those miracles to carefully selected believers that couldn't be seen at a glance but could be understood upon closer examination. They had done this before, but now they were doing it more blatantly.

For example, they claim to cure terminal illnesses through prayer, distribute amulets with calming and concentration effects, and provide idols that can prevent insomnia if worshipped. Although these believers still say "believe in science" when they come to fulfill their vows, the faith of the Vatican has been re-established through word of mouth among believers.

On the other hand, after a period of cooling off, the popularity of the Goddess of Light began to decline. After all, not everyone has a lot of time to watch the live stream every day. As long as the circulation of merchandise in the market is controlled and the influence of the Goddess of Light in reality is reduced, then this costumed figure will ultimately be nothing more than a self-entertainment activity within a small circle.

However, just when the Vatican thought its measures were finally paying off, the seemingly dormant Night Clan was developing rapidly. They benefited from the internet, realized the importance of technology, and accelerated their investment in supercomputers and spell exhaustion projects. At the same time, thanks to Bigeley's selfless sharing, they began to share the power of the Goddess of Light and even began to cultivate their own gods.

Of course, none of these things can be accomplished overnight, but there is one thing that needs to be done right now...

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St. George's Cathedral, a religious complex with a history of over a thousand years, is said to have been built for St. George, the hero who defeated a powerful demon king a thousand years ago. It is the core of the church, second only to St. Messiah's Cathedral.

While the Holy Messiah Cathedral is still being cleaned up, various affairs and high-ranking officials of the Vatican have been transferred to this secondary department, and at the same time, they are using their power to contribute to the "Limited Diffusion of the Supernatural" program.

On this sunny day, the square in front of the church was filled with worshippers and tourists who had come to participate in activities or simply to explore. Several clergy members, dressed in solemn robes and wearing slightly tired smiles, interacted with the congregation, demonstrating the church's approachability. Just then, a figure that seemed out of place in the solemn atmosphere appeared on the street at the edge of the square.

She was a girl who looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, with long, pure white hair like fresh snow, and a pair of ruby-like eyes that seemed to hold blood.

Her features were as exquisite as a doll's, but instead of wearing a dress that would suit her perfectly, she wore a loose T-shirt with a picture of the goddess of light smiling with her hands raised.

She sat on a bench by the roadside, wearing headphones, her toes seemingly tapping lightly to the rhythm of the music, and she was singing the famous song adapted from a classic hymn by the Goddess of Light!

Just then, the melody of that hymn was being played during the church activity. The two intertwined and created a wonderful effect. For a moment, it seemed as if the entire cathedral was providing accompaniment for the girl's a cappella singing!
This behavior was tantamount to a direct slap in the face, and the priest, who was preparing for Mass, immediately frowned.

"What blasphemy!" A deacon's face showed disgust, but he restrained himself from lashing out. At this moment, those attending Mass were not only believers, but also many tourists. Now that the hype had finally died down, if any more big news were to be made, it would only further damage the church's image.

They exchanged a glance and decided to use a gentler approach. An elderly priest sighed with feigned helplessness, gazing at the church steeple with a sorrowful expression. In a voice just loud enough for the nearby worshippers to hear, he muttered to himself, "Alas, the young people of today are misled by illusory idols, drifting further and further away from the true God..."

This tactic worked. Several devout elderly believers noticed the priest's sigh and the direction of his gaze, and they also saw the girl dressed in the "Goddess of Light" turban and behaving "disrespectfully." Their faces immediately showed displeasure.

A simply dressed, somewhat agitated believer couldn't help but step forward and said in an unfriendly tone, "Do you know where you are? How dare you wear these clothes and sing this kind of song here? This is blasphemy!"

The girl wearing headphones paused for a moment, then, as if just realizing the person in front of her was talking to her, she took off her headphones and said with a blank expression:

"Auntie, is there anything I can help you with?"

Around thirty-six or thirty-seven, a believer in the sensitive period of his age felt as if a thread in his brain had snapped, and he angrily rebuked:
"You blasphemous brat, get out of here! Don't write any nonsense lyrics for hymns! Otherwise, God will punish you!"

"Oh..." The girl's tone was somewhat strange; she seemed like a clueless child, speaking blankly:
"Divine punishment? Does God really exist?"

"Of course! God..."

Before the believer could finish speaking, the girl suddenly said:

"If you call him, will he answer?"

(End of this chapter)