Devil's Bible

Phos woke up at noon that day.

Becky calmed him down, then was surprised to find that Phos didn't seem to feel much regret.

Or rather, Phos was more regretful that he wasn't talented enough to quickly master mental power.

If that were the case, I could have gone to save my family back then, and things wouldn't have turned out this way.

“You’re relatively clear-headed.” Becky looked at Fass with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.

“Because I know the situation at the bottom.” Fas shook his head and said, “My father was also a laborer, but after more than ten years of working there, his body was almost broken down.”

"My mother is the same; she has worked hard all year round, and she doesn't have much time left either."

"If no changes can be made, then it's simply a matter of dying sooner or later."

"I just feel sorry for my younger brother and sister."

Although no one has ever statistically analyzed the average lifespan of people in the southern region, we can get a general idea.

That is, there are many elderly people but few elderly people.

There are few truly elderly people, while there are many because most people are already quite old by the time they reach forty.

Most people don't even have time to grow old before they die from various forms of strenuous physical labor.

Phos understood all of this, which is why he chose to seize every opportunity to change things at the crucial moment, and why he acted so enthusiastically when Booker founded the Black Star Gang, because that was indeed very likely his only chance in his life.

"The reason this situation has arisen is simply because of my lack of ability, not because my choices were wrong." Fass's thinking remained relatively clear, even without acting impulsively.

If he hadn't chosen to join the fictitious agreement, his family would have missed their chance and died in endless toil.

By choosing to join, he actually has the potential to rise from the quagmire of the South District.

“Very good, the fact that you have this idea means that you do fit into our fictional agreement.” Before Becky could speak, a person exuding an evil aura appeared not far away, much to Fass’s surprise.

“Bishop Becky, let me take over his work,” Kru said. Becky nodded nonchalantly; he had a lot of research to do himself.

“You can call me the Twin Bishops.” Kru did not reveal his name in the fictional agreement, and even his appearance was somewhat disguised.

“The Twin Bishops.” Fass didn’t know why he was being valued, but he knew that this might be the best opportunity of his life, a chance to change his destiny!

“I was originally planning to tell you after a while.” Kru was very satisfied with Phos’s attitude. If Phos had complained after waking up, it would have made Kru unhappy.

"But I like your current attitude, and I think that this is the only way you can unleash more of your potential."

Meeting Phos's slightly puzzled gaze, Kru said, "I have rescued your family and they are being settled in another place."

“You can go and investigate their situation now, but I suggest you don’t contact your family too frequently in the future,” Kru said, looking at the other person.

Phos's pupils dilated, and a look of joy quickly spread across his face, but he soon suppressed it and continued listening to what Kru would say next.

"We will temporarily use you as a facade; the power you acquire will be the best representation of this fictitious agreement to the outside world."

"So, you might be the one being watched more than you think."

“I understand, Gemini.” Fass immediately understood the risks and benefits of this matter.

Becoming a brand signifies addressing the various issues that will follow.

This also means that Fass will receive the best training.

Whether it's worth it or not, only Fass himself can probably judge.

Therefore, he agreed without any hesitation.

Phos understood the limits of his abilities. He lacked knowledge and skills, and while his mind was clear, it wasn't particularly calm. His only commendable quality was his self-awareness.

In this situation, a strong external force is required to propel one to rapid improvement.

The fictitious agreement is this powerful external force.

"Now you can go out and take revenge," Krue said after observing Phos's mental state.

"After this incident, your mental strength has actually calmed down... no, it should be said that you have slightly adapted to the berserk state." Kru felt very strange.

Other spiritual spellcasters seek peace of mind and soul in order to enhance their control.

Phos, who activated his mental power through the berserk accessory, already had a restless mental state. However, after Phos went berserk once, this mental turmoil and mental agitation reached a strange balance.

As a result, Phos's control over mental power was enhanced.

"I have this strange feeling that two negatives make a positive."

"You will win no matter what."

“But it would be best if you could also show your own skills in this battle.” As Kru spoke, his body turned into black smoke and dissipated, leaving only his voice echoing in the same spot.

Phos slowly stood up, and then felt a connection being established.

He could even vaguely sense another power waiting for him somewhere.

“After you signed the fictitious agreement, we were all in the same web. The concept of multiple identities is not just a figure of speech.” These were Becky’s exact words after he completed the modification.

However, he had never perceived the so-called network before, nor did he feel that he was really one of the many beings in the network.

until now.

The feeling of becoming one of the ends, able to connect with others, was clearer than ever before, which made him realize his difference.

"Is this the source of my confidence that I will win no matter what?" Phos could feel the immense power connected to the other end. Even if he only used a small portion of it, it would be countless times stronger than he was now.

With this confidence and the determination to win no matter what, Phos found Booker, who had just finished treatment and was getting used to his new arm.

After seeing Fass, Booker understood what he needed to do next.

Regardless, after suffering such a loss, they were determined to retaliate.

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Chapter 122 The Gap in Life

After searching all morning, Gabriel, who had only managed to capture some users of demonic power, frowned.

It was just a mission to investigate a small religious group, yet they had already been working on it for two days without managing to obtain any crucial intelligence.

Al stood by, feeling it was his duty to save Phos.

It was I who enlightened Phos, informing him of the importance of power. It was also I who was focused on finding breathing techniques and meditation methods, which led Phos to step into the realm of cults.

“However, Mr. Gabriel, I don’t think you should cooperate with the Rope Gang.” After a slight hesitation, Al said to Gabriel.

They hadn't found anything last night, but today they saw Gabriel and his men directing the Rope Gang in their search. Al felt a sense of blasphemy about this, and although he knew he shouldn't have, he still spoke out.

This made Gabriel, who was already irritated, frown, because this statement was closer to an accusation.

"The Rope Gang is an evil force that parasitizes dockworkers; they even arrested me..."

“Do you even have the right to speak here?” Brent grabbed Al, his triangular eyes now filled with malice. “We’re not cooperating; we’re just driving them to find people for us!”

“Kid, don’t think that just because you gave us directions last night and Gabriel agreed to let you join the search, you can just say whatever you want.”

“Your own situation isn’t completely over yet!” Brent was referring to Al’s previous departure with Booker.

Although Al himself said that he chose to follow them in order to save his friend, without any actual evidence, the truth about Al can be fabricated at will.

"Alright, Brent, don't be so irritable. This kid is just trying to be kind," Galen said, trying to calm him down, but his eyes held only a cold smile.

A brat born into nobility, who has fallen to this state, actually dares to criticize their actions.

Even now, can't she let go of her pride?

Galen glanced at Gabriel, who was also suppressing his anger not far away, and was about to add fuel to the fire when he noticed that Gabriel's face had turned particularly ugly.

Galen immediately followed Gabriel's gaze and saw a person standing on an open space not far away.

The man's left hand was wrapped in bandages, and his face showed malice toward Gabriel and his group.

"That figure... Booker, who escaped from us last night?" Galen's anger flared instantly. A lowly bastard from the slums, relying on temporarily acquired demonic power, dared to appear before them again and issue such provocation!

The anger in my heart almost became tangible, and then it suddenly burst forth.

"Don't run!" Gabriel was even faster than Gallon.

He darted out in an instant, his hand already on the hilt of the sword.

However, the moment he stepped out of the crowd, Gabriel sensed an unprecedented danger.

Instinctively, Gabriel took a deep breath, and all the body's energy levels were immediately activated.

He had realized that this was a trap set for him.

Gabriel then turned his head slightly and looked to the other side.

There, a boy was crouching down, looking at him, his right arm outstretched, his left hand supporting his right wrist.

The moment he appeared, a groove opened above the wrist guard on the opponent's right arm, and dozens of small black dots shot out.

Those tiny black dots were incredibly fast, instantly covering the distance and striking him.

Pain shot through his limbs and bones, and in just an instant, more than a dozen bloody holes appeared in his body.

From Brent and Galen's perspective, Gabriel rushed out and was immediately attacked by something black. He was thrown to the other side, bleeding profusely, his fate unknown.

"Alert!" Brent immediately drew his sword and stared at the area where Booker and Fass were.

“Al.” Just then, Phos stepped out from the side, looking at Al standing with Brent with a complicated expression.

"Phas?!" Al was stunned when he saw Phas walk out from the side, and then quickly said, "How could you attack the Holy Knight?! Give up resisting now, you can still live!"

“I ask you, why did you betray us?” Fas raised his hand and pointed at Al, completely ignoring Al’s words urging him to surrender.

"I'm saving you!!" Al exclaimed excitedly upon hearing the word "betrayal," even taking a step forward. "In this world, joining the church is the only right path. You've chosen the evil path, and death is the only outcome."

“But my parents, my younger brother and sister were killed because of your betrayal,” Fas said, pointing at Gabriel, who lay on the ground, lifeless. The hatred in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

He now has a basic understanding of what happened. Gabriel has never looked down on people like them from the bottom of society and has no scruples when he attacks, which is why his family has been affected.

Whether or not his family was rescued, it did not affect his hatred for people like Gabriel.

"He's a member of the church too, isn't he also doomed now?"

"Fos!" Al called out Fos's name in a daze, not knowing why his good intentions had been so betrayed.

"How did your family get into trouble? They were captured by the Rope Gang. I'm pleading with the Holy Knight..." Al, having roughly realized what Phos was talking about, immediately began to stammer an explanation.

"So that's how it is. You seem to know everything, but in reality, you know nothing." At this moment, Phos truly saw Al for who he was.

Al was just a 'noble gentleman' from beginning to end.

He belittled, or rather idealized, all suffering.

The world he sees is completely different from the world that Phos sees.

Even when he suffered hardship and fell into the mud, he still did not become one with the soil; that barrier remained.

He viewed the world in a naive and idealistic way, believing that everyone could have better choices.

Joining a church can indeed lead to upward social mobility; who doesn't understand that?

But Phos knew perfectly well that he had no chance.

Al, however, did not understand this, or rather, he instinctively disregarded it.

Of course, his status also contributed to his disregard for this point to some extent. For example, he had made a meritorious report last night, and he could have left as long as he distanced himself from the matter.

He volunteered to join the search, which is not usually the case.

He was valued and granted permission because of his noble birth and status.

Noble status cannot be directly converted into wealth when one is down on one's luck, but when opportunity knocks, it becomes an indispensable credential that others can only dream of.

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“Phos?” Al looked at Phos blankly, muttering his name. He didn’t know what had happened or why Phos would say that to him.

Everything he did was right; it was all to save Phos. Why would Phos blame him like this?

Al couldn't understand it.

However, Phos did not wait for Al to figure it out; his gaze turned to the remaining two wary trainee paladins.

Brent and Galen couldn't move until they figured out how Fass had seriously injured Gabriel.

Based on the previous situation, it can be judged that although the attack was fast, it was not truly impossible to dodge given their numerical values.