Chapter 260



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Selma Payne’s POV:

Once trouble came to them, it would bring them not only trouble but also endless negative effects on others.

Aldrich, Dorothy, all of the people that had been killed by Azazel, as well as the soul-torn Frank and Linda who had turned into a black cocoon. A snowy mountain had turned everyone’s fate upside down. Everything started because I used an overly high-profile method to take revenge for a school bully.

“Don’t worry. I’m not some soft-hearted Saint with mental problems. I won’t take the blame for the evil deeds of cowards and demons. I was just thinking that if I could have been more cautious and looked further away and not always let my hot blood get to my head, the outcome would have been different.”

“Stop, Selma. Don’t spiral.”

A mother knew her daughter best. My mother could tell what I was thinking with one glance. She didn’t berate me or educate me. She only gently interrupted my thoughts.

The past couldn’t be traced back, and everything that had happened couldn’t be changed. All we could do was remember the past and live a better life in the future. My father said gently, “I know what you’re thinking. When I was your age, I didn’t do much better than you. In addition to bringing vitality and energy, youth often brings many things we don’t want to leave behind. But it has come, and we can’t do anything even if we’re unwilling.

“This is not a bad thing, child. Everyone is a piece of iron, and these ‘bad things’ are our whetstones. A smooth-sailing life can not sharpen a sharp sword.

“Most of the time, these whetstones differ from what we want. They make us feel embarrassed, ashamed, and even self-doubt. These negative emotions are also a part of the whetstone. If we can withstand it, the sword will shine even brighter. If we can’t, all our previous efforts will be in vain.”

“That’s a little unreasonable,” I retorted softly.

My father smiled and helped me tidy my hair. “Yeah, it is that unreasonable. We can only protect ourselves and make ourselves more brilliant.”

I didn’t know what to say. I understood, but I wasn’t sure if I really understood. I knew it was not right to spiral, but how do I control myself when I was too emotional?

This was the truth, but it had always been easier said than done.

My father understood it better than I did, so he didn’t say anything more and let me think about it.

I decided to change the topic and stop thinking about these annoying things.

“When can I go home?” I asked, “It’s too big here. It’s so scary to live here.

My mother laughed. “This is your temple. It should be more comfortable than anywhere else.”

|It’s comfortable,” I said as I tugged at the gorgeous curtain. “I’m just not used to it. I’ve only been a god for a minute, and now I’m just a mortal. I feel it’s too arrogant to live in the temple so openly. Won’t my life be shortened?”

The mother laughed loudly, “You still dare to say you’re not a child! What kind of nonsense is this!”

Sigh, my mother always treated me like a child. I really couldn’t do anything about it.

“Faith has a direction. The temple can gather the power of the believers,” my father said. “Whether you are a god or a man, the devout wishes of the believers will always come to you. The werewolf grandmasters have been discussing this for a long time, but the ancient books or legends have yet to record an example like you. No one can be sure if this piety is still effective, but it is always a positive force. Even if there are no benefits, there will be no disadvantages.

“When we first sent you to the temple, your mother and I didn’t agree. At that time, we couldn’t find any illness, and you looked like you were only unconscious. We were so anxious that we were on edge. We stubbornly believed that only the doctors and the werewolf grandmaster could save our lives.”

I couldn’t help but ask, “What happened after that? Why did you agree to send me to the temple?”

“Because of Aldrich, that child is stubborn.” As my father spoke, he laughed. “He barged in front of your mother and me. He pulled open his collar and revealed the gem on his chest.

“He said that you used all your power to reconstruct a life for him and all his followers, even at the expense of splitting your divine persona and giving up your divine position. With such great favor, how could a believer watch their faith disappear? How can you let your lover fall into danger as a man?

“He doesn’t know what happened to you, but he and the rest of his followers are willing to use their divine fragment to repay your kindness. Broken divine personas were destined to be exhausted and unable to give birth to gods, but the boundless life force was not fake. They don’t know sorcery, and they don’t know how to extract power, but they will learn it, and they will do everything they can to learn it.

“After that, Dorothy became their priest and taught these people with no talent in sorcery to control the power of divinity and then fed it to you.

“Child…” he sighed. “You’ve resurrected your kin, and your kin has brought you a new life as well.”