Chapter 130：The Matrix

Zhou Yun Sheng walked into the hall and prostrated at the Light God's feet.

His eyes were closed, his cheeks were wet, and his white teeth were biting his lips into a crimson color, they looked as if they would bleed in the next second. But he didn't feel the slightest pain, he just gripped the Father's ankle and cried uncontrollably, sobbing in repentance:

"My Father,

How can I bare to tell you

That I fell for a thief's lies, and almost forgot my love for you.

My Father,

I have lost my most precious possession,

That is, the piety that rightfully belonged to you,

So I'm willing to endure the hell fire

In order to make up for it.

My Father,

I confess my sins to you,

I beg you to forgive your poor child,

His inner guilt and remorse is about to kill him!

My Father,

Please lash me,

Please scold me,

Please burn me,

Then please continue to love me!

Please continue to love me …"

He pressed his face tightly onto the cold statue, crying like a lost child. His face was very pale, and his eyes and nose were flushed, he looked very poor, but very lovely.

The black light in the Light God's eyes gradually disappeared, he sighed and stroked the tears hanging on the boy's chin through his mirror. He was only a 16-year-old child, 16 years old, such an immature age, how could he see through the deceptions hidden in people's hearts? He was deceived and exploited by an evil trickster, it wasn't his fault.

His rising anger slowly dissipated. The God of Light wished he could pull the hunched over boy through the water mirror and place him on his knee to gently sooth him, wiping clean his crystal tears.

This was his little believer, his child, no one was qualified to make him feel so depressed. Although he'd almost gotten lost on his journey, his love and devotion to his God only deepened with the setback.

He could perceive the remorse and respect from the depths of his soul, so he stretched out his fingertips and poured warm and bright golden light into the boy's body to stop him from grieving.

The crying mess of a boy was suddenly stunned. He touched his forehead disbelievingly, then revealed an eye-catchingly bright smile.

"Did you forgive me Father? I knew that the merciful Father would forgive my faults. From now on, your servant Joshua will never look at anyone else but his Father. You know, you are my everything. No treasures in the world can compare to you. I will forget Alger and only live for my Father." He gently rubbed the statue with his white face, his eyes were still filled with tears, but he had a sweet smile.

The Light God squinted his dark golden eyes and focused on the boy's every move. The Little Believer is called Joshua, what a really lovely name. He wants to live only for his Father? Even his vows are adorable.

The Light God smiled, then he lowered his head and stared thoughtfully at his feet. If the boy was prostrating by his side, wrapping his arms around him and hugging him like he did the statue, what would it feel like?

He was ensnared by a wonderful fantasy.

The god could only see the light issued by the water mirror, he couldn't see the contents of the water mirror unless the Father allowed it. But in any case, he now felt like worshipping the water mirror. The furious Monarch was quelled of his anger in such a short time, in his hundreds of millions of years of existence, he'd never seen this done.

What could grab the Monarch's interests so much? Is someone in the temples attracting him?

His speculations turned around a thousand times, but the god didn't dare ask his ideas, he waved, telling the group of outwardly obedient, but inwardly fearful servant boys to retire.

Zhou Yun Sheng spent the day in repentance and declaration, then finally returned to his bedroom at sunset.

He rushed into the bathroom and jumped in, beating the water with his fists, violently splashing the water, and shouting in his heart: Fucking shit, I actually cried like a little bitch! Motherfucker, I almost knocked my head against a column to commit suicide from the shame! What a brainless spirit! No wonder cult members are willing to self-immolate themselves for their gods, now I can finally understand them!

The fanboy disappeared and Rational Zhou Yun Sheng came back, he was caught in a tangle of emotions, squatting in the pool, grimacing one moment, kicking up a fuss the next, it looked very funny.

After he found his lovely Little Believer, the God of Light would only call out the water mirror to watch him during his prayers, so he could see him as he listened to his sweet and affectionate words. But as time went on, he became fonder of his Little Believer, and the time spent peeping on him grew longer.

He learned that he would get up every day to profess his love to the mirror, his cute but serious look always made the Light God chuckle. As the only god in the mainland, he was used to being respected by others, but no one could really move him. Even the 'most powerful' Pope was just a toy he played with at his leisure.

He admired the Pope's ambition. He was a light priest, but the darkness lurking in his heart was more corrosive than the demons. It made the Light God feel a sense of camaraderie, so he didn't mind holding on to him. He wanted to see what he could bring to the continent, whether it would be destroyed or rebirthed.

All this playing around was because he honestly didn't know what to do with the continent. He found it uninteresting, and he sometimes wanted to destroy it, but he always restrained himself at the most critical time. He had a faint feeling that the world was hiding a priceless treasure.

He had to get that treasure, so the living creatures on the continent needed to exist.

After hundreds of millions of years, he only saw the fickle and selfish human nature, even the so-called gods had ulterior motives and fought with each other. A truly pure human, a pure white soul, how could such a person exist?

But look at what he found, his Little Believer's soul was pure white, and also mixed with a golden shimmer that only the truly dedicated to the Light God could possess. So beautiful, so dazzling, so lovely.

He was never tired of watching him.

When the Little Believer prayed, he felt that he was purely pious, but when he returns to his bedroom, he becomes different. He couldn't read his true thoughts, but it didn't prevent him from appreciating the other expressions his Little Believer showed, they were quite different from his usual gentleness and quietness.

He would bare his teeth, he would glare, he would angrily beat the water, like a lively and lovely child throwing a tantrum. No, he was still a child, he really should be so lively. He'd forgotten, 16 years old was really too small, if he was a god, he would still be in infant clothes.

The teachings of the Light God were very heavy, it's natural to feel a little trapped.

He loved kneading the boy's lips through the water mirror.

The Light God smiled and continued to appreciate the beautiful boy coming out of the bath, and he watched him go to sleep with wet hair.

As usual, he used his power to dry the Little Believer's hair.

The Light God didn't release the water mirror, he just sipped his crystal cup and watched the Little Believer sleep. The nectar flowing into his mouth seemed sweeter than ever.

Zhou Yun Sheng woke up at his usual time, seriously hypnotized himself, then walked into the temple filled with crazy love for the Light God.

A maid was cleaning up the offering altar. Although there were wine, pastries, flowers, vegetables, fruits and other things that could be stored for several years without decay, it was blasphemy to be stingy with God, so the Church oversaw the provisions. Whenever an offering was present for more than two weeks it must be replaced.

A few hundred years ago, these jobs would have been handled by the light priests, but as the Church's might increased, the priests grew more aristocratic, and no one wanted do such a tedious and humble job anymore.

In the past, Joshua wouldn't have noticed these little details, but now he was fanboy Zhou Yun Sheng, of course he would think of it. He immediately stopped the maid and kneeled at the feet of the Father to plead his guilt.

"How could I neglect my Father so much? All offerings to the Father should be handled by my own hands, and I should take the initiative to put my body and soul on the altar and let the father enjoy it. You all leave, leave these jobs to me in the future, you need not be responsible." He waved off the two maids and gathered the offerings on the altar into the basket.

Because 007 had to use up his physical points in favor of his light attribute, his strength was not big, so when he reached the threshold and moved the heavy basket to one arm, he lost his balance and toppled to the side.

His forehead landed on a hard post, but he was not hurt.

The Light God had woken up because of the boy's 'I should take the initiative to put my body and soul on the altar and let the father enjoy it' phrase, and caught this dangerous scene when he summoned the mirror. His eye color slightly darkened and he immediately let out his golden light to wrap around the delicate boy's smooth forehead.

A loud bang frightened the maids at the door, they looked up and stared blankly at the dust sprinkling down from the door frame, then hurriedly rushed to see the priest's situation. Judging by the sound, the priest must be very hurt.

Zhou Yun Sheng staggered and stood up, his expression was very strange. His forehead was not pained at all, on the contrary, there was a warm and soft feeling, as if someone had covered it with their palm, so he avoided injury.

Once again, he sent back the maid who intended to help him carry the offerings, touched the post and confirmed that it was as hard as ever, then left in thoughtfulness.