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Chapter 438. The Story of the Third Cycle [2 Reincarnations] (15)

When Vera received news of Andorra's death, she was sitting in the newspaper office of the Vulcan Domain, holding the latest printed newspaper.

The newspaper still smelled of ink. She held it up and looked at a line of text printed in small print in the lower left corner:

Irving Andor has passed away due to illness.

The accompanying image is a black-and-white photograph of a boy wearing a floral top hat, one eye blinking, looking somewhat mischievous.

Once the king of casinos, the most beloved young master of the Owen family, he ended up occupying only this tiny space. If one is not careful, it will slip through one's fingers.

However, on the same newspaper, his works occupied the most prominent position:
The Bible of Original Sin's announcement of the inclusion of the book "Finance and Faith Studies" has caused a huge uproar.

The emblem of the god of original sin is placed on the side of the book cover. After his departure, this work was ultimately left behind—in a way he probably never imagined.

Vera's gaze lingered on that page for a long time.

As the printed words gradually blurred, she seemed to see that afternoon again, when the boy took off his top hat and bowed to her, his eyes filled with the clarity of a spring stream.

Then one evening, he suddenly stopped and asked her, as if he had been gently stabbed:

"Then... can the little prophet save the world?"

The setting sun slanted into his eyes, making his amber pupils shine as if they were melting.

—What was her answer at the time?
"I will do everything in my power to stop it."

So she truly gave it her all. Her faith spread across the continent, the name of the God of Green Leaves was sung in ballads, and medicine packets were passed from hand to hand—whether the cracked hands of farmers or the well-maintained hands of nobles.

Using her healing powers, and taking advantage of the plague's spread, she quickly built an altar on the ruins.

Yes, Delis Vera saved the world.

But when she turned around to point it out to someone, the person who had first asked her the question was no longer there.

The patrons of the savior remained forever in the era that was being saved, sinking into the depths of the soil along with the dust of the past.

Vera released her grip, and the newspaper fluttered back onto the table.

The smell of ink still lingered, but a deeper, longer emptiness was rising from my chest.

"Wow..."

She turned the newspaper over and looked at the back.

Above is a familiar face printed in color.

The young man in the picture wears the crown of the Pope of Light, with golden gems set in it, making his face appear even more aloof and otherworldly. But his eyes are filled with gloom and despair.

[Edric, the Holy Son of Light, succeeds as Pope of Light]

The title is gilded, and the entire article praises the achievements of the Holy Son and the Papacy.

Vera glanced past the flowery words, her gaze lingering on the young man's face—an expression that concealed a barely perceptible pain.

She suddenly felt a sense of bewilderment.

Why... in this life, my brother finally got what he wanted, but there was no joy in him at all?
The answer was found in the Vulcan Domain.

It was an afternoon when she was discussing the upcoming collaboration on medicine packs with the Vulcan family. During the meeting, a crazy girl in a red dress barged in.

She was clearly delirious, and was slurring her words:

"Priests...the Pope...they're all monsters...monsters! Hahahaha, they'll all turn into monsters little by little! Hahahaha!"

Several servants rushed forward to restrain her, half-dragging and half-pulling her away from the conference room.

The master hurriedly apologized to her, explaining that she was the Holy Fire Goddess chosen by the family in the past, who suddenly went mad on the day she succeeded to the Pope, and had been talking nonsense ever since.

Vera paused slightly upon hearing this.

She remained silent for a long time before finally speaking with difficulty:
"Is that girl... really crazy?"

The owner nodded without hesitation:
"Of course, if you call the Pope a monster, someone who's so eccentric, how can he be considered normal?" ...

During her time in the Vulcan Domain, in addition to continuing to develop the Blue Leaf God faith and dealing with her anxious brother's situation, Vera also made a new friend.

She was a girl who had fled from the realm of the God of Light. She had traveled a long and arduous journey here when the plague spread, but in the end, she could not escape the clutches of the disease.

She collapsed on the streets of the Vulcan Domain, barely alive, when she happened to encounter Vera, dressed in a green dress with a blank stare in her eyes.

Vera rescued her, took her in, and gave her a new name—

Effie.

Vera was no longer the penniless girl she once was. Her long-accumulated wealth had made her dresses increasingly exquisite, her pearl earrings shimmering with a warm light, and her lifestyle gradually imbued with a sense of affluent ease.

Effie believed she was a young lady from a reclusive noble family, and from then on, she stayed by her side without leaving her side, her eyes filled with sincerity.

Vera took Effie to many places. She used her healing magic, opened a medical shop, treated the sick, and let the name of the God of Green Leaves quietly climb over the rooftops and hearts of the entire continent like vines.

More and more people began to worship this newborn deity, and shrines to the Green Leaf Temple sprang up like mushrooms after rain, quietly growing in the streets and alleys.

During her travels as a healer, one day, Effie, who had no healing abilities, suddenly opened her hands—and a warm, firefly-like green light appeared in her palms.

She ran to Vera, holding the light in her hands, as if she were holding a newborn moon.

The young lady wearing pearl earrings lowered her head, looked at the glimmer of light, and finally revealed a genuine smile that had not been seen for a long time.

"Great."

She spoke softly, her voice trembling almost imperceptibly:
"Aoba God... has finally become a 'god' who can respond to faith."

The biggest difference between God and ordinary faith is that God responds—either with a blessing or a blessing.

These echoes are known to the world as "miracles".

Only those who can bestow miracles are true gods.

And now, the god she created with her own hands, a symbol of health and healing, has finally produced its first echo of its own.

That originally illusory image, under the convergence of countless beliefs, gradually took on a real outline.

This positive response in her career finally brought a sense of relief to Vera's long-strained heart.

With the celebration of the God of Light approaching, and seeing that the faith in the God of Green Leaf had taken firm root, Vera decided to return to the God of Light's domain to see her brother.

Those dim, desperate eyes, along with the Fire Goddess's mad ramblings, remained etched in her mind.

The truth can only be known by witnessing it for yourself.

A few weeks later, she took Effie to the celebration.

"Wow..."

Just like the day he ascended the throne, golden rain fell from the sky. On the high platform, the Pope of Light slowly raised his scepter—

Vera saw it.

The young man's face had eyes that shone with an inhuman luster, and ram's horns that were faintly protruding from under his hood.

Everything was revealed in silence.

Her heart felt as if it had been struck hard, leaving a gaping hole.

The deceased has passed away, and the closest relatives are trapped in the mire from which they cannot escape.

And the savior who once saved the entire world stood there.

There's nothing she can do.

I'll be posting two chapters tomorrow, as promised for the mid-cover update, and also to boost my performance at the beginning of the month. Tomorrow I'll be entering my third cycle.