What kind of nonsense is this, that you'd be chosen by the gods and favored by all the gods?

Fang Cheng felt somewhat desperate about his current situation.

As a time traveler, I not only lacked the Deep Blue skill points, but also the awakening of innate wisdom, and the Ring Grandpa.

The world I traveled to was a chaotic world filled with war, darkness, and turmoil.

And himself.

And he was actually a slave—

On the road leading to the royal city on the Yakshi Plain, a large prison cart, guarded by numerous fully armed soldiers with swords, was slowly moving forward.

This is exactly where Fang Cheng is.

"Lyle Procent!"

Standing at the very top of the prison van, a pastor dressed in a significantly more luxurious manner was holding a thick book and eloquently preaching the doctrines of the Covenant Church.

Just now, he noticed that the young slave named Lyle Procent in the prison cart had actually lost his mind in such a sacred occasion!

Unforgivable!

Upon hearing the pastor call his name, Fang Cheng's expression shifted slightly, and he was about to stand up.

Yes, he is Lyle Procent, the name of the original owner of this world who transmigrated here.

"Lord Timothy, what are your orders?"

Fang Cheng... or rather, Lyle Procent, as the other party described him, straightened his slender frame and looked calmly at the other party.

The priest Timo scrutinized the man and, noticing none of the annoying tattoos and marks of the heretics, relaxed slightly.

"...As a war slave of heretics, you should have died on the front lines of battle. Falling into our hands, you were doomed to die anyway."

"But we are the ones who allow you to continue living—"

"Do you know why?"

Lyle nodded, his expression shifting slightly, and answered frankly.

"Because the creator of the covenant, the goddess of fate who holds the power of covenants and divine virtues, admonishes people that everyone should have the opportunity to make amends for their mistakes."

After he finished speaking, he clearly noticed that the priest Timothy's fierce gaze relaxed slightly.

"Very good, it seems my preaching is effective."

Timo looked at the other people in the prison cart.

Compared to Lyle, who had a pair of wise eyes, the other slaves all looked like fools who were not favored by the god of wisdom.

Fortunately, most of them would die in churches near the front lines.

Otherwise, it would really offend his eyes.

"Then please repeat the three major requirements that the Holy See has for believers."

Here it comes!

Lyle narrowed his eyes, knowing that he had finally gotten this opportunity.

Putting an old man preaching in a prison van is not some kind of papal mercy.

Rather, it was because these prisoners would eventually be transformed back into war slaves and sent to the front lines under various high-sounding pretexts.

Lyle looked at his skinny body and realized that if he went to the front lines, he would probably just be used as filler on the battlefield.

But he didn't want to die like this, and the only thing he could rely on was the wisdom brought about by the elite education of the Great Foodie Empire.

He had heard that some war slaves, after displaying amazing magical talent, were transferred to the rear to be trained as war sorcerers.

By emulating this special situation and demonstrating certain value, he might be able to gain some kind of turning point.

"Therefore, after the goddess of fate made a pact with the covenants and established a great sacred covenant, she established the three principles governing the relationship between the power of gods and humans based on her insight into the laws of the world."

"First, a devout believer can only choose one deity to serve throughout their life."

"Secondly, only the power of the gods can counter the power of the gods, and therefore evil cannot overcome the divine."

"Third, the Covenant is the only holy and benevolent miracle; anything outside the scope of the Covenant belongs to an evil god."

"Praise to the goddess of mercy and forgiveness."

Memorizing the three principles was not particularly difficult for Lyle.

After he finished reciting the mantra with devotion.

The pastor's anger dissipated, and he finally smiled.

"very good..."

Lyle's lips curled slightly.

Very good, Your Excellency!

Forgive my sins, and let me live happily as a free man.

Fill me with merciful forgiveness—

However, plans can't keep up with changes.

The driver in front flicked his whip.

"Lord Timothy, we have arrived."

His voice interrupted Timothy's thoughts and dashed Lyle's hopes.

His smile froze on his face.

"We've finally arrived."

Fully armed soldiers opened the prison cart and roughly drove all the slaves out.

Lyle was among them.

However, at that moment, one of the seemingly frail slaves saw an opportunity and tried to run away.

"Ugh!!"

He was slashed to death by the escorting soldier, fell to the ground, and howled in agony.

"madness."

Timo glanced at what was happening and muttered something to himself.

He showed no pity and turned to walk into the church.

This scene also eliminated Lyle's possibility of secretly escaping.

I had no choice but to follow the crowd and grit my teeth as I entered the church.

The church was not large in scale but was fully equipped, with the covenant emblem and the goddess of fate hanging high at the top of the church in a bound posture.

Upon reaching the pulpit, Timo cleared his throat and spoke.

"As I said before, within the doctrine of the covenant, everyone has the opportunity to make amends for their mistakes and start over."

"But whether one is truly qualified to atone still requires a small test."

"This will be revealed through the grace of the goddess of fate."

Between his brows, a wondrous emblem composed of beautifully broken arcs and split lines faintly glowed.

After he finished speaking, the audience below began to murmur among themselves. Even the weakest and most powerless slaves began to realize that this would be a turning point in their fate.

Lyle stood at the back of the crowd, observing the two fully armed guards behind him.

Escape is still impossible.

So he turned his attention back to Timothy.

At that moment, Timo raised his hand high.

A burst of starlight-like light erupted from his hand.

"Prayers obtain divine power through prayer to perform spells."

"And this is precisely the source of my power to test you."

"Whether you are guilty or not, only the goddess knows."

Upon hearing this, the slaves seemed to stir, their eyes filled with a will to survive as they looked at the hanging holy emblem.

Timo waved his hand, and light scattered from his hand, then transformed into stars and disappeared into the bodies of the surrounding slaves.

Rays of holy light entered the brows of the slaves in the front row, but none of them felt warmth.

With a scream, the slaves at the front of the line turned to ashes.

"ah!!!"

The screams brought the slaves back to their senses, making them realize that there was no chance of pardon or a second chance.

That priest was simply using divine power to kill indiscriminately!

"This won't work, and this won't work either."

"Your sins are unforgivable."

Timo smiled gently as he watched everything around him burning.

Some slaves who tried to turn and escape were killed by the guards with a single sword stroke.

Lyle looked grim.

What kind of gentle and benevolent power is this?

They were clearly going to cruelly burn these people alive!

He realized that if he didn't do something, he might end up being burned alive like these people.

But what can he do?

"No...save me! I don't want to die!"

From the crowd, countless war slaves, engulfed in golden flames, screamed and wailed as they fled in all directions.

It eventually fell to the ground, burned to ashes, leaving only a layer of charcoal.

At this moment, a female slave retreated in despair, but lost her footing and fell on Lyle.

Before he could even stand up, holy light had already entered his body.

It was as if the divine power was about to burn it to ashes.

At that moment, however, the divine power rapidly spread upwards from the point of contact between the two, flowing into Lyle's body.

What?!

Lyle was terrified, but what was even more terrifying was that almost at that moment, all the radiant stars froze in mid-air.

As if they had found their target, they began to rush rapidly towards Lyle alone—

"What's going on?!"

Timo's expression gradually changed from calm to horror, but what puzzled and even terrified him even more was that the blessings he had received were slipping away from him.

On the contrary, the young slave named Lyle received almost all of the Holy Light's power.

In the center of that shimmering ball of light, at the space between his eyebrows.

And the sacred emblem belonging to the covenant also began to take shape.

It's even brighter than Timothy's!

Lyle was no less shocked and surprised than the stunned priest.

A message flashed through his mind and quickly transformed into a gray page in front of him.

The beautiful golden characters slowly unfolded.

The goddess of fate has cast her gaze upon you.

[Page of Destiny +1, added to the Book of Prayer for the Nameless]

"Holy crap! It's dead!"