Artic went to one of the first major cities he saw without changing his face. But this time he wasn't acting like he was before. He arranged all the perceptions of other beings and people according to him. That way, other people, beings, wouldn't be able to see or feel it.
The name of the city artic entered was a place called Alket. Alket was a place where different races and intelligent creatures lived together. For this reason, it contained a lot of cultures.
Artic didn't come to one of the cities. He just wanted to explore the cities and take a stroll. Although he lived in Gebin City for three years, he spent at least 100 years in the cave talking to Amerni several times in the cave.
For that reason, it would have made sense for him to take a different action.
At least for a while to gather himself, he would travel alongside people and living beings in general.
Artic turned off the energy that would interfere with the perception of him and made other people see him. It was on a normal street, and it was pretty crowded.
A lot of young, old and children were walking outside. There were vendors on the side of the road and he was selling different fruits and bread-like dishes. Artic kept walking and he saw a shop in the future. The store sold clothes and stuff like that.
Artic smiled slightly and began to move on. As he continued to move forward, he began to listen to the words of several young people. The young peoples wearing long white clothes and no girls with them. They were all men, and their total number was three.
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"Hey Marb, you know, in a few hours we're going to pray to Lumos in the Light God temple."
The talking young man's face was ugly, and the people looking were pushing themselves not to look again. The young man with his eyes red didn't have a hole in his one side nose. His mouth was very wounded and his face was dirty. Artic, who saw the young man's face, which looked strange, couldn't stop thinking inside.
"Who knows how much trouble he's been through."
He thought. Marb, the man the boy was talking to at the time, replied.
"I don't know, Alphon, I can't believe there is even god anymore."
Marb, a young man, was the opposite of Alphon. When Alphon was pretty ugly and all the people look ed with disgust. Marb was completely handsome, tall and a very beautiful person with a pretty face. When he was telling Alphon his true words, he spoke quietly.
Naturally, even if it was more than 100 meters away from artic, those words would not escape from someone like Artic.
When Alphon heard his friend's words, his ugly face got uglier and he started talking in anger.
"Do you hear what you're saying!
The young man, Marb, was slightly pulled back and turned around with an angry expression on his face and started walking. Their friendship was a pretty big hit. Artic could understand that. At the time, strangely enough, Alphon spoke to himself.
"I respect everyone.you may not believe it, but you can't be disrespectful!"
After Alphon talked to himself, he turned around and started moving forward.
Artic, who witnessed these events, inevitably remembered the past. As strange as these tributes may seem, they were clearly what happened in the old world.
Many countries in the Earth used their religion to exploit the vulnerability of the people. That's how they started controlling people.
The Clergy, in general, continued to live in wealth, and the poor, the people, were saying to be grateful. It was so repetitive. Many people in the Earth were killed and continued to be killed for this reason alone.
Meanwhile, the clergy continued to get rich and fill their pockets.
Artic closed his eyes slightly and was told to himself as he continued to walk.
"You're going to teach the poor to be thankful so the rich can keep their pockets full."
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Marb angrily, he had left Alphon.and he wanted to tell his close friend what was going through him, and the God of Light, also called White God, seemed ridiculous to him. Everyone was saying something and trying to do something. But Marb was eying people because of his power. and people thanking the God of Light.
One day, in the old days, Marb couldn't cure a patient. The patient died. Marb was attacked by the families of the patient who died just as he was about to explain the situation. His other friends saved him and saved him from being lynched by the family.
The more Marb thought about this memory, the more irritated he got and he was taking his steps faster. Even if all he wanted to do was do good, and when things didn't get better, people, especially people, wanted to attack him all the time.
But whenever he could treat the patient well and heal the patient, then they were praying to the false god, whom they called gods, that was randomly created and used to make temples rich.
Marb was told to himself as he kept moving forward.
Was it his job to practice medicine? He was wasting all his magic and knowledge of people. But every time he didn't make it, it was all his fault.
"When I save the patient, they thank their false god. And when the patient dies, they blame me. Why do you pray to God when the patient lives, and when the patient dies, you do not swear at God?"
Marb went home angrily, being told to himself.
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Inside a very large temple was a large statue. the statue had no general appearance, generally had a random shape and was made of white gemstones. There were different seating vests and places of worship.
This was the temple of Lumos, the God of Light. Alphon always came here to pray, and after a while, Temple Priest Laem took him to work because he loved his worship.
Since then, Alphon has been working for the temple.
Alphon took a deep breath and immediately approached Laem, who was praying on the right side and began to speak.
"Lord Laem, I have to say something."
Laem took a deep breath and after finishing his prayer, Alphon turned to a slightly smiling face. He could be seen in the eyes of the Alphon, who loved him and saw him as a good sidekick.
Alphon took a deep breath again and started talking.
"Marb, I said to me right in front of me, "I don't believe in God anymore. I don't think it's real."
With Alphon's words, the smiling expression on The Reverend Laem's face took a completely different form.