The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Mu, who was walking in front, led Xin to the end of this mysterious space. They had already walked a long way, and the vastness of this space was obviously unimaginable.

Xin didn't know where this was, but she was sure that she was still in the North.

"I thought I would get the answer in the temple."

The saint's eyes were slightly lowered, and black thorns were wriggling on her white robe from time to time, proving that she was not as calm as she appeared.

What Mu said to Anser was equivalent to implicitly acknowledging the cruel words of the devil, but who could have thought... Xin, as a saint, could not even face the truth at the starting point of her life, the beginning of her life. Not only that, there were no other bishops. She could only listen to her own fate in this lifeless darkness.

It's as if... the people who created all this are too lazy to even maintain the disguise of comfort in the end.

Mu Weiwei paused, and her tone became a little complicated: "So you want to go there?"

"Shouldn't I be thinking——"

Xin seemed to have something else to say, but she soon realized something. After a brief silence, she whispered to herself: "Yes, I really shouldn't think about it."

She can even laugh at herself. What on earth is she...

"I can even laugh at myself. To what extent have I been influenced by Mr. Devil?"

The faint whisper from behind made a chill run down Mu's spine. As soon as a thought came into his mind, Xin's whisper followed.

"I failed to hear your voice, Bishop Mu, I just...learned it."

She had not forgotten, and would never forget, everything the devil had taught her so generously and meticulously.

After this, there was silence for three minutes between the two. Mu, who had calmed down, finally spoke: "I don't mean to laugh at you, Saint, I'm just... a little curious. Because you don't seem to feel that... painful about what you've experienced."

He wisely said nothing about what Xin had learned.

Xin raised his hand and stroked his cheek, as if the warmth left by Anser still remained there.

"Don't I look...painful?"

She moved her hand in front of her eyes and stared at her slightly trembling fingertips: "Maybe it's because I want Mr. Devil to think that I'm not in pain."

"I can't...become weak. If I become weak, I won't be able to convince Mr. Devil anymore."

Xin's fingertips gradually stopped trembling, but the voice was still as unreal and light as a dream talk.

"He will no longer listen to the lies of a weak man. I came too late."

"…But you are no longer in front of His Royal Highness the Regent."

"Because I'm not deceiving Mr. Devil."

At this point, Xin's voice had completely returned to calm. She kept her eyes downcast, neither getting closer nor farther away from Mu, just like the distance between her and this world.

"I am indeed not in pain. Only by telling myself this all the time can I make Mr. Devil believe me."

Only in this way can Anser, after penetrating layer after layer of illusory veils, regard this last layer of shell as her essence.

"But he...wouldn't believe it completely. Like you, he also thought that it was impossible for me not to be in pain."

Xin said a lot, but she was not confiding anything to Mu, because if anyone other than Anser was standing here, she would say the same thing.

"How can someone go through that kind of pain and still feel like they're not in pain?"

You clearly know this, Mr. Devil.

As we went deeper, the light ahead became brighter, but the end still seemed a long way off.

Xin's words made Mu silent for a while. He resisted the urge to look back to see what Xin's expression was, and tried to keep his tone steady: "The Saint's persistence in redeeming His Royal Highness the Regent is really... unimaginable."

"Since he can already produce that kind of thing, you should have been mentally prepared... To be honest, we should also thank him for helping you prepare for this. But even so, you still insisted on redeeming His Royal Highness the Regent. Excuse me, how do you treat him..."

"Mr. Devil said that I can't understand the feeling of 'like'." Xin answered calmly.

This sentence seemed to answer, but it also seemed to answer nothing.

Mu's tone changed slightly: "In other words, your 'rescue' of His Royal Highness the Regent may be partly due to your...mission?"

"Mission, mission...life."

Xin kept repeating the word in a low voice, which made Mu feel more and more uneasy. Fortunately, after repeating it several times, she stopped and asked softly: "My mission is to protect the assistant, right, Bishop Mu?"

"……Yes."

Although Xin did not lose her temper, the topic had unknowingly come to a very critical part. Even though Mu was ready to find out everything from her, when the moment came, so many words that had been prepared were stuck in his throat and could not be uttered.

"I would like to use what Mr. Devil taught me to ask you questions, Bishop Mu."

Mu felt the gaze that seemed to be able to penetrate his soul at any time fell on his back, and the faint whisper that made him feel chilled for some reason came again:

"If the Co-Principle is the supreme law that transcends all things, then why... does it always linger between the good and evil of human beings and never transcend human beings themselves?"

If the assistant is a higher-level, greater being, then her mission should not be limited to "turning bad guys into good", or the so-called redemption.

Her salvation should not be measured by the so-called "sin", but just as described in the classics, it should be measured by purer and more transcendent principles.

"I...can clearly see it."

Xin raised his head and stretched out his hand towards the dim light source, his eyes becoming dazed:

"I can clearly see their assistant, why...it's not what you described?"

In Xin's eyes, the assistant manager really existed, just like the divine revelation she had received. It was not an untouchable illusion, but something she could actually feel. This was one of the reasons why she was still willing to hold on to that unrealistic fantasy even at this point.

But now, the bishops who have made the decision are destined not to let Xin continue to fantasize.

"Because you were designed that way."

Mu said this sentence with great difficulty, in a dry and hoarse voice. The sigh he let out after he finished speaking was like a feeling of relief.

"That's how you think, Saint."

Xin stopped walking. She was clearly standing under the light, yet she looked so lonely and desolate in the endless darkness and shadow.

She stared blankly at Mu's back, which did not stop, and repeated blankly like a child:

"I was designed that way?"

"…Education and growth are themselves a kind of design. By following strict procedures and established processes, any intelligent creature can be cultivated into the planned form."

Mu also stopped and looked back at Xin, but he didn't have the courage to look her in the eye.

"Saint, the education you received is more rigorous than any education anywhere in the world. It is so rigorous that it can 100% guarantee... that you will become the person we need."

Education is the process of building cognition and forming the world.

Education itself does not end with the end of learning, and it is not just the teachers in the college who can provide education.

But this is not the case for Xin. She was born to become a saint, and for this purpose...

"We have been preparing for this for eight hundred and thirty-six years."

Eight hundred and thirty-six years of trial and error, eight hundred and thirty-six years of continuous improvement, eight hundred and sixty years of accumulation... Finally, we have the current Saint.

Starting from education until the complete thinking pattern is thoroughly established, they can ensure that every saint will do better than the previous one after taking over the sacred and great mission.

So regarding the education that Xin received...it was no longer education, it had deviated from education itself, but rather a procedure, a procedure and...design that had been repeated one hundred and twenty-seven times.

"You are right, Your Highness the Regent. The Associate has never gone beyond the rules of operation of human society... That is the fact."

Behind Mu was an increasingly brighter light source, making him seem as if he was standing in the light.

He glanced into Xin's eyes, then quickly looked away, looking at the crisscrossing shadows of the cables on the ground, and smiled helplessly.

"Because what kind of believers...would believe in a god or a principle that can't help them?"

The association is great. Why is it great? It is great because it allows everyone who believes in it to have the possibility that the current embarrassment may be for the future glory, and the current poverty may be for the future prosperity; and if the evil and perverse who commits sins and evil deeds is unwilling to repent, then he will never have true happiness in his life.

This is its greatness. It is not some illusory greatness that sustains all things in the world. It is the greatness that allows drowning people who believe in it to grab the straw of hope.

But God must be so noble, he must transcend all worldly things, and the truth he upholds must also be so, because the faith born from this will have a sense of distance and a sense of awe, and with a sense of distance and awe... rule will become indestructible.

So just describe the greatness of the assistant as much as possible. As for whether it is really great or why such a great assistant seems to only work between people... who cares? Who will think deeply about it? Even if someone thinks deeply, after the cornerstone of rule has been laid, there will always be countless people who will give countless reasons that sound extremely correct, and then judge such restless elements as heretics and issue warnings... Then everything will be stable and peaceful.

That is why Ansher appreciated and even admired the person who proposed this theory - not only because the theory of assistance exists for the purpose of ruling, but the starting point of its founder is not to gain benefits by using the ruling power brought by this theory. At the very least, he is driving believers in a good way, and has not given God the right to reward or punish. Assistance is just a principle, and whether life is good or bad ultimately depends on oneself.

As for how this theory was used to gain profits in the future... that cannot be considered the fault of the creator. On the contrary, the fact that he could come up with this theory was what Anser admired most.

In that unknown distant world, the gap between people is essentially not that big. Everyone has only one life, and no one can exceed the physiological limit. Therefore, if you want to become a being superior to others, you must rack your brains to make use of everything.

"Faith is just pure deception, faith is just a complete lie... Is that what you think? Did His Royal Highness the Regent tell you this? But have you ever thought about whether we... have any need to do this?"

Mu's expression was so sincere: "We are indeed doing... great things, Saint."

"That is a matter countless times greater than the ten-thousand-year rule of the Feasting Flame, greater than Hydra being restrained by wisdom and aiding the tyrant, greater than the Abyss Caller assimilating and possessing others and enjoying the fruits of their labor, and greater than the savagery of the Dragon Clan who have made no progress and only know how to hunt."

But here, in this world, if it is just about ruling and dominating, it is not difficult at all for a small number of people.

The gap between mortals and extraordinary people is no different from the gap between mortals and gods. Extraordinary people do not need to use so-called "religious" means to maintain their rule. They have ten thousand ways to make their order indestructible, but those who established the church... did not do so.

This means that as extraordinary beings, they truly empathize with mortals, fully understand what mortals need, and want to fulfill their needs from the bottom of their hearts.

In this way, the law called coordination was created, and they did not choose to rely on absolute violence and power, but ended the darkness on the other side of the continent through faith, and through faith... established the country that has been passed down peacefully for 836 years.

"Bishop Mu...are you trying to comfort me?"

"..."

Xin stared at the silent Mu and asked softly, "Even if I was designed, even if the truth of the mission is different from what I know, it is still great, so... I won't have to suffer, right?"

"Thank you, Bishop Mu, I feel a little better now."

Her emotionless voice echoed in the empty space.

Then he took a step forward and walked into the darkness, making it impossible to see his expression.

"I think I need to act better now, but I'm sorry, I can't seem to do it."

"It's really strange." Xin continued to speak while standing in the darkness, "Bishop Mu, don't you think that I shouldn't have these unnecessary emotions?"

"…because we need you to continue to believe that your mission is great and right."

"Ah, that explains it."

Xin nodded gently: "It has nothing to do with comforting me, right? It just hopes that I can continue to identify with my mission."

"..."

"Yes, why should I accept comfort now? Bishop Mu hopes that I can continue to believe that this mission is correct because that is where my value lies. I'm sorry, I'm too self-righteous. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have thought like this. This is not the emotion I should have. I'm sorry..."

Xin's words gradually became intermittent, and the light source in this seemingly endless space began to flicker. It was even as if a strange black creature stretched out from the brighter light behind Mu, crawling and swallowing up the light bit by bit.

Mu's body gradually stiffened. He slowly placed his hand on the Ouroboros pendant on his chest and then held it tightly.

Just when the unknown darkness was about to touch dusk, the lights suddenly stopped flickering, and there was still a bright light behind him, as if nothing had happened.

Mu knew that nothing had happened in reality, but his consciousness, his soul... were almost dragged into the endless hell by Xin when they were unconscious.

"I'm sorry, I seem... a little sad."

Xin touched her cheek blankly, but there was no wet feeling there. She blinked gently, but nothing flowed down.

Ah, I forgot, I don’t have the ability to shed tears.

Even if I feel sad, I won’t cry, because I don’t need to cry, because I don’t need to feel sad.

Mr. Devil, why did you teach me so many things?

If I had never met you, I wouldn't be sad now, nor would I be sad because I can't cry.

Mr. Devil…I’m so sad.

However, these are words that cannot be said. No matter how painful it is, you cannot show even a little bit of it. No matter how much you want to ask the devil for help, you must not show even a little bit.

She had more important things to do than this pain.

Mu looked at Xin standing in the darkness. His hand holding the pendant began to tremble slightly, but he finally let it go.

"Keep going... Let's go, Saint, we're almost there."

He turned around and headed towards the end of the light source: "That is the end and beginning of everything, and it is also the truth that you... don't expect."

The white-robed bishop sighed silently. He left the church very early, so like Ji, even though his stance was the same as that of every bishop, his way of thinking was different from that of the bishops of the Theocracy.

In addition to the fact that other bishops find it difficult to extricate themselves, this also makes him the most suitable person to lead Xin to the end. It is also up to him to judge whether Xin... can continue to serve as the saint after facing the truth.

"So, there's no God either, right?"

There was no subsequent breakdown, no hysteria, she just said these words very calmly.

"……Yes."

"Then why do you have to create such a God?" she asked softly, "Since you believe that the true mission is also great, why can't you tell me its essence from the beginning?"