Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 159 Is this... a miracle?

Although the Tongas National Forest is a vast expanse of virgin forest teeming with wildlife, it is not entirely untouched by humans.

Much of this area remains a paradise for wildlife.

However, some areas have viewing structures built by capitalists to observe brown bears that come to feed when the catfish swim upstream to spawn each year.

Private ships often pass by the nearby rivers and coastlines to enjoy the beautiful scenery.

There are even a few scattered areas where logging companies are illegally and secretly felling these ancient and tall trees.

Humans are like termites, crawling into this land that still retains its original appearance from every corner.

This is naturally normal.

Humans are not the most numerous species on this planet, but they certainly rank among the top of all the most widely distributed organisms.

In the desert you'll encounter off-roaders, on treacherous peaks you'll meet mountain climbers, and in the forest you'll encounter explorers.

Even in places you think are absolutely deserted, a primitive tribe or a Bell Gurris at the top of the food chain might suddenly appear.

under such a circumstance.

The Tongas National Forest, which possesses the conditions to replenish resources from human society to a certain extent and is mostly isolated from the outside world, also provides a relatively hidden gathering place for a certain type of organization that exists in most countries.

That's a cult!
Cult culture is a non-mainstream cultural form formed by a specific group through extreme beliefs or rituals.

In Western countries where society is materially abundant and education is advanced, the widespread phenomenon of "imbalance between material and spiritual life" means that for many people, abundant material possessions cannot fill the void in their spirit.

In addition, there is a lack of government oversight.

The existence of cults can be described as widespread.

Early in the morning.

Somewhere in the Tongas National Forest

Peggy Bradley, the young vice-leader of the Natural Baptism sect, is strolling through the woods.

Yesterday, several new believers from the previous round were sacrificed to the great nature.

A few core subordinates are taking over the wealth they voluntarily donated after being brainwashed.

The new wave of followers is being selected and lured by a few key subordinates from outside. They have not yet been properly trained, so there is no need to take them to their natural baptism sect's headquarters in the Tongas National Forest for live sacrifice.

So for now.

As the Holy Maiden of Nature and the Vice-Head of the Church, she seemed to have nothing to do.

The other high-ranking members of the sect who returned to headquarters because of yesterday's sacrificial ceremony have not yet returned to the outside world.

Even after venting their lust on the dying believer yesterday, they were still not satisfied and clearly planned to stay here and indulge in debauchery for a few more days.

She wasn't interested in it.

She enjoyed watching the expressions of those who had been brainwashed before they were sacrificed, whether they looked devout or suddenly regretful.

This is how you control life and death.

It gave her a sense of control and pleasure.

So she didn't participate in the silver party, but instead took a walk alone in the woods.

Unfortunately.

They want the Natural Baptism sect to develop steadily.

We must be rigorous enough in selecting believers. This process cannot be rushed. We will need some time before we have the next batch of lambs to the slaughter.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be wandering around aimlessly now.

While thinking.

As she strolled leisurely through the woods, her gaze suddenly sharpened, fixing on a certain spot within the trees.

There was a rustling sound coming from there.

It looked as if some creature was moving among the grass and bushes.

Peggy Bradley frowned.

This is one of the oldest jungles in the world and one of the largest primary forests in North America.

This not only means that the place is secluded, making it suitable for their cult to secretly carry out acts of rape and slaughter.

It also means that there are various dangerous large wild animals here, as well as poachers or other dangerous criminals who may be carrying guns.

Her right hand instinctively reached for the "Truth" sword she wore at her waist, pulled it out, and skillfully released the safety without hesitation, aiming it at the source of the sound.

Then he immediately assumed a standard shooting stance and hid behind a tree as cover.

As a citizen of a free country, she was already a master of American-style draw-blade techniques and knew exactly how to fire a bullet at top speed.

She said nothing.

Instead, they chose to wait quietly.

Modern warfare differs from the era of cold weapons, and it always adheres to one truth: firing first is king!
Because striking first is almost guaranteed to win.

In this dark forest, whoever finds the opportunity to strike first will inevitably gain the upper hand.

Time passes slowly.

The rustling sound from the grass grew louder and louder.

Peggy Bradley grew increasingly nervous, her grip on Truth tightening involuntarily.

next moment.

A rustling sound approached.

A rabbit's head peeked out, looked around for a while, and then hopped away to another place.

then.

There was no more sound coming from the bushes.

This immediately relieved Peggy Bradley.

Thankfully, it was just a rabbit.

The guy who didn't bring any automatic weapons went out.

If it were a large animal like a brown bear, the small pistol in my hand, if accurate, would probably be unlikely to kill it completely before it could pounce on me and bite me.

After all, that guy is tough and thick-skinned; it's hard to say whether he can be dealt with instantly without taking a few shots to vital points.

If the brown bear had struggled for even two more seconds, she could have been killed.

She wasn't sure if she could stay calm and perform well at the shooting range.

There was a guy in their sect who was a good shot, but he was accidentally killed by wild animals when he went out with a pistol.

So it's hard for Peggy Bradley not to overthink it. If it weren't for the need for secrecy, and because the main capitalists controlling the Tongas National Forest had vested interests with the cult leader, they would have moved away long ago.

of course.

Brown bears are considered relatively good.

After all, all beings are equal before the truth.

Even with that tiny pistol in her hand, if she could shoot accurately, she wouldn't have to fear a giant like a brown bear, which is at the top of the food chain.

That would be real trouble if you encountered poachers or murderers who disposed of bodies.

We are both human beings, and both criminals.

She found it hard to believe that this guy wouldn't have a gun.

If everyone's attack power is the same and exceeds the defense limit, it's hard to say that there's any room for error in turning the tables. Basically, it's a contest of reaction speed and decisiveness from the moment you meet.

As she pondered these random thoughts, she put the pistol away, secured it, and put it away.

In the early morning, the cold air and damp fog weighed heavily on every ancient leaf in the primeval forest.

Peggy Bradley breathed a sigh of relief at the rabbit's false alarm, a hint of disdain rising within her for her momentary tension.

however.

This emotion had just begun to rise.

My mind was instantly and violently occupied by a spectacular sight, leaving me no time to think further.

Because it was right in front of her on the horizon.

Not far above the dense canopy, a rainbow of colors appeared.

That's not the aurora.

Peggy Bradley dismissed the idea almost instantly.

She had seen the aurora borealis countless times in Alaska.

It was a green or purple band of light, dancing like a light veil, high in the sky.

But the scene before me was completely different.

It appeared out of thin air, like water without roots, at a height of no more than a few dozen meters above the ground. Above that, the sky was calm, exactly the same as before.

The brightness of the rainbow was breathtaking against the deep night sky.

Crimson, orange-yellow, brilliant gold, sky blue, emerald green, gray-blue, and deep purple—these seven pure and intense colors are not a gentle gradation.

Instead, they flowed down like seven condensed flames, intertwining and rotating, yet strangely maintaining their own independent trajectories.

They are not static in the sky.

Instead, it plunged downwards at a dizzying speed, its target pointing directly to a place deep in the forest that she couldn't see.

The light stream moved silently through the air.

At the edge of the beam of light, one could even see ripples in space that seemed to be slightly distorted, like water rippling, yet with a sharp, tearing quality.

The scene didn't last long, only a few seconds. But for Peggy, it felt like an eternity.

Less than two seconds.

It vanished instantly, like a soap bubble that had been popped.

It was as if it had never existed.

Has darkness returned to the forest?
It was as if the thrilling scene just now was merely a hallucination caused by Peggy's extreme tension.

Her hand was still on the holster at her waist.

But my fingertips were already cold and even trembling slightly.

Her eyes, which were used to maintaining an air of mystery in front of believers and revealing cruelty in front of prey, were wide open at this moment.

His pupils contracted due to extreme shock.

The entire process was completely silent, so much so that it didn't elicit much reaction in this seemingly quiet jungle that actually harbored many creatures.

But for Peggy Bradley, who witnessed it all, it was an unforgettable experience.

Is this... a miracle?!
This is definitely not a natural phenomenon!
She can be certain!
But if it's not a natural phenomenon, then what is this rainbow of colors?

Does a god of nature really exist?

impossible!
Peggy Bradley instinctively denied it.

That was just a lie she and the cult leader fabricated to satisfy their own desires. Didn't she know whether it was true or false?
If the voice of nature is real.

Over the years, at least dozens of people have been sacrificed, so why is there still no response?

Peggy Bradley denied it anxiously.

As the vice-leader of the Natural Baptism sect, she knew deep down what despicable things she had done, and she was definitely one of the people who least wanted the God of Nature to actually exist.

but……

She couldn't help but reconsider.

Is everything she did really something that God cares about?

Such sordid killings, abuses, lust, and deceptions are merely conflicts between humans; from God's perspective, wouldn't they be utterly insignificant?

If we think about it this way...

Given her many years of sacrifices to the god of nature, even without any so-called faith, and even if the god of nature didn't require her to perform so-called sacrifices, she must have still put in some effort.

If it is not the god of nature but some other god.

Even better.

Perhaps what is unfolding before us right now is truly a miracle.

Perhaps, she really does have that chance.

To experience a completely different world?!
then.

How can we transform a cult into something that is not just a cult?
Think of this.

A complex emotion, a mixture of intense greed and morbid fanaticism, instantly seized her.

"It seems to be in the north, but not far."

"You can go and have a look."

Whispering.

Peggy Bradley's body moved before her mind could process it, heading directly towards the direction where the seven-colored rainbow light had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)