Simulate the universe, starting with speedrunning Greek.

Night: "You're here... You're quick."

Night remembers that in the story of another disciple, Saint Joseph, every human being in this world has a guardian angel behind him.

That's obviously a lie to children.

However, some special beings do indeed have something similar behind them.

Rastin, however, did not have a guardian angel, but he had a guardian disciple, which made him far more powerful than anyone else.

The problem just started here, and St. Peter arrived so quickly. He really cares.

Suddenly—across the distant forest path, beyond human sight to the other side of the forest, St. Peter and Night's eyes met in a fleeting glance.

Then—the gatekeeper of heaven was stunned.

In a daze—St. Peter stared into the distance, lost in thought for a moment.

He saw a handsome and imposing young man.

He possesses an ultimate, bewitching charm and a unique charisma, almost like a god.

She possesses a dazzling, pure white figure, like a star...

White, pure and spotless white, as if the original sin of all things would be purified.

For a moment, St. Peter even wondered if he was seeing another incarnation of God, disguised as a different person.

but--

When that aura of sorrow and despair, seemingly a divine mandate, appeared, St. Peter was struck by another kind of spiritual vision, seeing something completely opposite, and was instantly terrified.

That was the evil that existed before the birth of the Heavenly Way, the imperfection that existed before the birth of a perfect world, which determined that only the innocent could transcend divinity.

That absolute evil, that profound, pitch-black darkness, gave Saint Peter an incredibly contradictory feeling.

A sense of sacredness and a sense of guilt coexisting in one person!?

He could usually tell at a glance whether a person was inherently good or evil, but at this moment—his perception of a person's goodness and evil had reached its peak! (Saint Peter: !!!)

Chapter Seven: Have pity on this beggar! A single word, "Get lost," and he's been condemned to the highest level!

Even the god who created this world has never possessed such a unique aura.

How strange!

Even the well-informed Saint Peter couldn't help but take a second look.

Even though he saw Ye looking in his direction, no matter how many times he used his divine power to investigate, he was certain that the other person was just an ordinary person...

Furthermore, his special connection with God allowed St. Peter to be certain that the other party was not an imposter of his own God.

and so--

Just a mortal?!

No—even for a mortal, such a special temperament... must be a sign of great fortune, someone destined for great achievements.

Whether you become a hero or a devil in hell!

Suddenly—St. Peter glanced at the scene—he noticed something on Ye's body.

A bag of dry rations and four gold coins! (The poor old man had scraped together the last bit of food and travel expenses for the young man to use on his journey to join the army before he left.)

A feeling of divine inspiration welled up in St. Peter's heart.

'correct! ’

Fate had hinted to him that his target this time was someone who had fought for the kingdom his whole life but had not enjoyed the high-ranking official titles and benefits he deserved.

Instead, he was a poor veteran who only received a bag of dry rations and four gold coins.

Although Ye looks rather young...

But being a veteran has nothing to do with age.

Dry rations, four gold coins—the keywords match up!

Saint Peter: ...!

That's right, this is the training goal that God arranged for me.

A person who cannot discern good from evil with discerning eyes cannot be easily measured by the sacred scales of heaven.

Such a special being, no wonder the gods would assign him to 'personally take charge'!

Indeed—he was, after all, one of the strongest beings below the gods.

No matter how you look at it, God wouldn't arrange for an ordinary person to help him grow; it would be a waste of time.

(God: No, I actually assigned you a scoundrel! You've got the wrong person! Saint Peter!)

St. Peter hesitated—perplexed about how to approach this mortal 'chosen by God'.

This is not only a test for him, but also a trial for the other party.

But even during the time he walked among humans with God, he had never encountered such a peculiar existence. Punishing evil and promoting good—is it punishment or helping the other party reach the pinnacle of life...? Which path is the right one for trials?

This doesn't even allow us to determine whether the other party is inherently good or evil, let alone the crucial next step.

Let's test this human first.

Originally, for beings like Saint Peter, this was merely a formality, a pretense used to deliberately stimulate the good (or evil) side of humanity. Now, perhaps it's truly time to use this method to test human nature.

Thinking of this—the next moment, St. Peter transformed himself into a ragged, impoverished beggar.

Then--

On the other side, St. Peter, who had met his gaze, suddenly changed his clothes and began to hunch over as he slowly walked towards him.

The complex, confused gaze that never left him, that clear yet foolish look...

Night: Things are getting interesting.

Surprisingly, he transformed right here, instead of blocking Rastin, he took the initiative to walk in the direction he was in.

Why was Ye so certain that she had become the other party's target...?

With just a little mental calculation, one can see that it is clearly shorter to go to St. Peter's from Durrës by taking the other route.

But this guy didn't even glance at Rastin.

Good heavens—this is truly good heavens!

In the blink of an eye, St. Peter, who seemed to move slowly, appeared on the path not far from the night.

As he drew closer and observed the shape and character of the night up close, St. Peter's gaze became even brighter.

He immediately said, "Kind soldier! Have pity on this beggar! I haven't eaten for three days, and I'll starve to death if I don't eat soon. If possible, could you share some of your rations with me and give me a gold coin to help me out?"

The moment St. Peter opened his mouth, Night's brow furrowed into a knot.

Is this the oldest form of moral blackmail?

This isn't begging; it's blatant demanding.

and--

"Which eye of yours saw that I was a soldier?"

That night, he also spoke up, leaving St. Peter stunned.

Ye was not dressed in any soldier's uniform, nor did he carry any weapons...

Well, even judging from the material of their clothes, they don't seem like wealthy people.

On the contrary, Saint Peter—even as a beggar—possessed a unique and transcendent aura, and was excessively clean and tidy. His clothes, which were only patched up, and his disheveled hair and stubble, all revealed his extraordinary nature.

Even among beggars, he would definitely stand out from the crowd.

It must be said that, like the Greek gods, Saint Peter's disguise was completely half-hearted.

At this point, Ye couldn't help but wonder if Rastin had noticed St. Peter's odd behavior from the beginning, which was why he had been so kind as to keep giving him his 'relief money'.

Given Rastin's portrayal of a small-time character in the later story—not exactly bad, but somewhat selfish, and penniless—how could he possibly have the leisure to help a beggar?

When Rastin was rich, he was indeed very generous and liked to give away his money. But he enjoyed spending money and being admired more. To be honest, no matter how rich a person is, when they can't make a living, their first thought is not to help others, but to take care of themselves.

“Kind young man, have pity on this beggar… Give me a quarter of the dry rations in your bag, and then give me a gold coin, and I will pray for you in heaven for the Father, the Mother, and the Son!” Skipping over the question, Saint Peter spoke again.

Occupation doesn't matter...

Now he needs to determine whether the other person is a kind person by whether they are willing to help him.

However—completely different from what St. Peter had expected—the night quickly responded. This response was somewhat unexpected.

"Get out—!" That night, he smiled, revealing the most beautiful and polite smile St. Peter had ever seen in his life, but he uttered the most vulgar and terrible words, and this time he didn't even have normal conversation.

In that instant—accompanied by a syllable, as if facing the impending catastrophe of Noah's flood, which made St. Peter's hair stand on end—he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

St. Peter froze, then looked bewildered.

What? He seemed to be trying to make sure he hadn't misheard.

Even in the original fairy tale, if Rastin didn't want to share the gold coins with Saint Peter, he would find all sorts of hypocritical reasons to save face. The fairy tale world is a bizarre world where even devils are trustworthy and can't even utter any foul language when cursing.

And this gatekeeper of heaven had never encountered such 'vulgar' language before!

After repeatedly recalling that he seemed to have only heard one word, St. Peter blushed and trembled all over!

St. Peter's eyes widened in disbelief!

Chapter Eight: Unbridled goodness is nothing more than a breeding ground for evil and laziness! Hypocritical saints!

"—I got yelled at?"

One of the twelve disciples of Jesus Christ, the right-hand man of God in the fairy tale world—the gatekeeper of heaven—was cursed by mortals.

If Saint Joseph, a character with a notoriously bad temper in fairy tales, were already plotting how to kill the man in front of him, he'd probably be thinking about it by now.

Saint Peter was one of the few disciples whose moral values ​​were relatively upright and who did not have much violence.

He was indeed wholeheartedly devoted to good, but he was clearly also influenced by the God of this world and the other disciples, and his methods were somewhat problematic.

"Why are you scolding me? Although I am a beggar, I still have my own dignity and personality. Even if I am scolded, I want to know why." St. Peter asked.

It has to be said that this is a world that judges by appearances. Why would someone with such a unique temperament speak so rudely to him upon first meeting? After fully realizing what was happening, Saint Peter was no longer angry, but instead fell into deep thought.

Faced with such sincerity from St. Peter, Night finally spoke: "Why should I give you any explanation? Just as you have not done any work for me, yet you want to take a quarter of my entire fortune... I have only treated you with the same arrogance as you!"