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Then the village chief gave him a gift.

"The world needs enthusiastic young men like you. Take this old-fashioned laser gun. It may be helpful to you in the future."

"Recently, there have been a gathering of unknown people around the village, and several people in the village have gone missing. Can you go explore?"

Keller patted his chest and agreed to the village chief's request, and rushed in the direction he pointed.

Outside the village is a dense forest, and there is no other sound in the air except the rustling of leaves in the wind.

The scenery in the suburbs was something he, who had never left the city, had never experienced.

After experimenting with the old village chief's old-fashioned laser gun, Keller held it tightly in his hand and slowly approached the woods.

The location the old village chief pointed to is nearby.

At this moment, an old man appeared on the roadside.

He was sitting on a rock, rubbing his legs.

"Uncle, do you need help?"

Keller came forward enthusiastically.

"Young man, you're just in time."

The old man's eyes lit up: "I just twisted my ankle accidentally, can you help me?"

"of course can!"

Keller patted his chest.

"Where are you going, uncle? I'll carry you there."

"It's not far. Just walk a while ahead and you'll get there."

The uncle said.

Keller put him on his back and walked in the direction he pointed.

"Luckily you're here, otherwise I would miss the party."

The old man said happily.

"reunion?"

"Yes, there is a prophet coming today to preach. It may start soon, and I am worried about how to get there."

"prophet?"

"Yes, the prophet is God's spokesperson on earth, and he is here to save us."

"Really? Then he must be very powerful. I want to meet him, too."

"Hahaha, good kid, it's okay. The prophet welcomes every citizen who wants to know the truth."

Keller conjured up the image of a kind old man in his mind and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

"Then we can't let the prophet wait any longer."

"Wow, you are really strong."

"Haha."

When it comes to topics related to God, Keller always has endless energy to talk about.

Soon, they arrived at the place the old man pointed to.

It was a huge stone cave hidden in the woods at the foot of the mountain.

A group of people in gray robes have gathered in front of the cave and are queuing up in an orderly manner.

"A lot of people are coming."

Keller whispered.

"Of course, he is the prophet."

The old man said very proudly.

"But I see they are all wearing gray robes, and we don't. Will it be..."

"It's okay, you can get your clothes over there."

"How could a great prophet abandon his people because of clothes?"

“These clothes were donated voluntarily by believers.”

The old man pointed to the side.

Keller nodded, and sure enough, he found a box full of gray robes nearby.

"Put me down."

The old man ordered.

Then he put on a gray robe.

"Are you okay now?"

"Much better, just hold on for a bit."

Keller nodded and took a gray robe as well.

The grey robe was a common design, with a door printed with intricate totems.

Keller froze in place.

"What's wrong young man?"

"I think I've seen this pattern before."

"That means you have a connection with our religion~"

The old man said cheerfully.

"Maybe..."

Keller's mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure out where he had seen it before.

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"Come on, let's go in."

"it is good."

When he helped the old man in, he found that the cave inside was a different world.

The space inside was extremely large, with people in grey robes evenly distributed around. In the front there was a stone platform, behind which was a relief of a huge door.

The old man guided him to find two seats and sit down.

The entire cave was eerily quiet, with only the sound of everyone's breathing.

Keller stared at the relief on the huge door in front of him, lost in thought.

And soon, a figure walked towards the stage.

The old man whispered, "The prophet has come."

Unlike the wise old man Keller imagined, the prophet was a young man with long purple hair.

He was dressed in a well-dressed black robe, embroidered with rich gold threads.

"Welcome, God's people!"

His voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to echo in everyone's ears.

"Coming here is the best choice you have ever made!"

"Because only you can know the truth of this world!"

"The truth about the world?"

Keller repeated in a low voice.

"That's right! This world is about to be destroyed!"

The prophet shouted loudly: "The darkness hidden at the bottom of the world is about to awaken, and the black fog it releases is about to swallow up the entire world!"

"And all this! Is caused by human stupidity!"

"Arrogant humans have forgotten our gods and arrogantly regard themselves as the masters of the world!"

"How disrespectful this is!"

There were voices of discussion among the believers below.

"How could this be?"

"Are our gods abandoning us?"

As if he had heard the discussion of the people below, the prophet raised his voice: "God will certainly not abandon His believers!"

"And the reason why I came here!"

"It is to bring salvation to the devout believers!"

"The gates of heaven are about to open, and only the most pious will be qualified to enter."

"And today, I will fulfill the duty I mentioned last time and guide our most devout believers into the gate of heaven! Get salvation soon!"

"And their bodies will soon be taken away by the gods within the gate, so as to lead more people to salvation!"

As soon as he said this, the emotions of the people present instantly became excited.

"Gate to Heaven?"

"Then doesn't it mean we don't have to be swallowed by darkness?"

"Oh my god! I'm so honored to be visited by a messenger of God!"

"I wish I could do that!"

Amidst the discussions, Keller stared at the prophet in front of him.

He sensed something was wrong.

Whether it was the prophet's words or the surrounding atmosphere, they all gave him a gloomy feeling.

The prophet was seen muttering something, and as he chanted, his black robe rose up without wind, and he floated in the air.

Such a magical sight made the people below let out suppressed low cries.

As time went by, a door that was one meter tall and matched the relief behind it appeared in the void.

The prophet roared, "Come up to the stage! The most devout believers of my God!"

Dozens of gray-robed men in the first row walked up impatiently and knelt down facing the door in the air.

"My God! My God!"

"Gate to Heaven!"

"Redemption! Redemption!"

The scene was filled with a frenzy of calls.

It seemed that he felt their "piety".

The door above the void finally opened slowly under the watchful eyes of everyone.

Chapter 138 The reality of the world

"This is...the gate to heaven?"

Keller stared at the door that opened before him.

There was a dazzling white light inside the door, which looked very holy.

The dozens of gray-robed people on the stage were shaking with excitement.

Then, the prophet slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed their bodies.

In full view of everyone, dozens of shadows floated out from them.