So I'm a sheep.

'I'll just pick a few interesting worshippers and follow them closely. Anyway, I've always looked into the history of interesting worshippers before.'

"Your Highness, everything is fine now, we can go into seclusion."

After sorting out her thoughts again, Sasha spoke confidently.

"Alright, the seclusion period is expected to be three days. Once you're ready, place your hands on the Source Codex."

Sasha's seclusion this time is expected to be longer than that of an ordinary Seraph, which is naturally the result of Hill's help.

Otherwise, a mere Seraphim could only cultivate for half a day with the help of the Source Codex.

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In the darkness, countless points of light shone.

Some of the lights flashed and then disappeared, while others remained lit.

Just as Sasha was feeling a bit lost, Hill's voice rang out behind her.

"Try touching those points of light with your mind."

"Wow, Your Highness, you've come in too?"

The angel patted the little girl's head, signaling her not to waste time.

Hmm, touch...

'Sariel, angel of miracles, grant me strength!'

This is a constantly lit spot of light, clearly representing a person praying.

Sasha tried to infuse the light of miracles into this spot of light, and she felt the changes in the power within her body.

The light of miracle has diminished slightly, but otherwise, nothing has changed.

"Your Highness, I transferred my power across realms without any additional loss?"

"This is the original source text itself."

Hill said gently, "Sasha, keep trying."

Okay, let's keep trying. Let's try a light that's about to go out.

'If only Sally could lend me the power of miracles.'

It was just an ordinary thought; when the thought disappeared, the point of light also disappeared.

"..."

Regardless of who is praying, as long as someone thinks of me, the Source Code will allow me to sense it?!

Sasha's eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly tried to connect her thoughts to another fading light.

'Sigh, I probably won't pass the martial arts exam again. If only the miracle angel Sally...'

'Friend, I'm giving you a chance to pass the exam!'

In a Silver World where martial arts flourish, a young man who was drinking alone in a tavern with a gloomy expression suddenly paused.

'Huh, has my alcohol tolerance gotten so low?'

That's strange, people usually don't experience auditory hallucinations when they're drunk.

"I'm just giving you a possibility; whether you pass the exam or not depends on you, young man."

The image of the six-winged angel appeared clearly in the boy's mind, and he was so shocked that he dropped his wine glass.

"An angel! The angel heard my prayer!"

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"How is it?" Hill asked with a smile, looking at Sasha, whose expression was strange.

“Your Highness, that young man doesn’t seem to be a very devout believer.”

“There are no restrictions on faith here. Even the unbeliever can receive the light of miracles as long as they recite your name in their hearts.”

"..."

Seeing the little girl's excited expression, Hill placed his hand on Sasha's back.

"We can't waste our limited time in seclusion on restoring our strength, Sasha. Use the Miracle Light as you please."

Sasha nodded vigorously, feeling the Miracle Light she had just used up instantly replenished.

"Now, a single thought can encompass a thousand parts."

Hill spoke again, and the little girl obediently split into a thousand thoughts.

"Keep your mind focused on your body, so that even if something goes wrong due to distraction, it won't matter."

"Yes!"

"Hmm, a thousand ideas are still not enough. Let me give you another push."

Volume 1: Chapter 430 The Witch

With the help of the holy angel, Sasha eventually divided her thoughts into a total of 2,999, which, when combined with her own main thought, brought the total to 3,000.

This number seems to represent a certain limit; even with Hill's power continuing to flow in, Sasha could no longer keep going.

Let's begin.

"Yes!"

The words had barely left her lips when the little girl's thoughts began to race.

As the points of light swept across, Sasha granted almost every request, as there was no need to worry about the loss of the Miracle Light.

Of course, I agreed, but whether it will actually work out depends on my own abilities.

While bestowing possibilities, the little girl sought out those who pleased her with their prayers and secretly imbued them with her thoughts.

I don’t know how much time passed, but the number of ideas that could be used gradually decreased, and in the end, only three hundred remained.

'We can't throw any more. Let the remaining willpower be dedicated to bringing down the light of miracles.'

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With a blank expression, he slaughtered one soldier after another. The former hero, now a wanted criminal of the kingdom, dared to attack the king and his entourage who were traveling.

"Your Majesty, retreat quickly! The soldiers can't hold them off any longer!"

"No, that's impossible, how could he be so strong?"

The king was pale. He knew the man's strength better than anyone else. He was indeed a hero who had killed the terrible monster, but he did so not with personal bravery, but with strategy!

"His Majesty!"

The captain of the guard gritted his teeth and charged at the demon, only to have his head twisted off with a single hand.

"what!"

The bloody scene finally made the king decide to abandon his dignity, but it was too late.

Do you regret it?

Approaching the king, whose face was contorted with rage, the former hero asked calmly.

"I regret not killing you back then!"

The king said angrily, "I married my youngest daughter to you, but you were not satisfied, so I sent my eldest daughter to you!"

"But what nonsense did you spout? Huh!"

"Many heroes marry princesses, but few and far between marry kings. Do you want to be that one and only hero?"

"..."

Is there a problem?

"Pah! You're a pervert! I won't let you tarnish the kingdom's honor!"

The king drew his dagger and prayed silently in his heart.

'O Miracle Angel Sariel, I beg you to bestow a miracle, let me perish together with this evil spirit before me.'

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I can only give you the possibility; whether you achieve your goal is up to you.

The clear words rang in his ears, and the king was overjoyed.

Can......

"Heh, how are you going to kill me with this kind of toy?"

The dagger pierced the former hero's heart; he made no attempt to dodge, nor did he need to.

The thorn won't go in!

"vomit"

The king, who was punched so hard that he vomited up stomach acid, wailed in pain in his heart.

'Miracle Angel, why, why is this happening? Didn't you grant me power?'

'...'

The former hero was beating the king, but he was very careful with his blows; each strike was extremely painful, but not fatal.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Pain burned through the king's nerves; how could the pampered king bear this?

'It would be better to just kill me.'

The moment the thought arose, the king felt a surge of power coursing through his body.

Using that power to kill the demon that beat him up is unrealistic, but... but if he were to end it all...

In that instant, the king was filled with utter despair.

'There are no miracles. Perhaps in the end, I'll be able to take my own life, that would be a miracle. Wait!'

Wait, wait a minute.