Traveling at the same time, creating the door of truth

Iron Cross Street, Lower Street.

This is the real slum of Tingen City, where too many people die hopelessly like garbage.

Joy, happiness, hope, future...these sacred words do not exist here.

"Old man, how long do you think it will take me?" Leonard, wearing a black shirt, looked at the people in the distance.

In Tingen City, there are luxurious balls, nobles, rich people, and parliamentarians who enjoy a luxurious life; at the same time, there are also mortals who are hungry and don't know what the word "tomorrow" means.

"I think you are really seeking death." The old man said rudely and gave a lecture.

"If you say you're going to clean up...the neighborhood, then I have no problem with you being able to do that.

But you want to change this place, do you think it’s possible? "

"Of course." Leonard raised his eyebrows.

"I believe I can get it done."

"I hope you can stick with it..." without losing your way.

Reason told the old man that what Leonard was doing was like a mortal trying to shoot down the sun from the sky with a bow and arrow. It was 10,000% impossible and there was no hope at all.

But his sensibility told the old man that maybe, maybe... maybe there was even the slightest possibility?

After fanning the smell of dirt and sludge that filled the air here, Leonard took out a notebook and began to record everything here.

Amid the hustle and bustle on the roadside, Leonard picked up a pen and recorded the ordinary lives of the vendors one by one.

"Oh, how much do you think I earn in a day?

I’m not very sure, but it’s enough for me to have brown bread three times a day for a week, and occasionally I can eat meat and fish for one or two meals. I really miss the taste..."

“You asked…let me think about it.

My family of seven can have enough to eat, and my husband goes to the dock to carry goods, which is enough for my children to go to XX school to read and learn..."

"Hurry up and get out! You upper-class people, stop being pretentious!

You vampires! Evil ghost! monster! Disgusting thing, I had to lose my job just because of your machine..."

"Hey, what do I think?

No opinion, these machines have reduced the prices of many breads and condiments. As long as my job is not replaced, then I don’t care..."

"Why do you think people like me are so miserable?

When I was young, I had only a few strengths and worked hard at the docks and factories. When I got old, no one cared about me. Those kids all wanted to take away my money. It was a ridiculous life..."

“Record, great.

I just think that we fruit vendors need to keep records. Look, what kind of life do we live? These fruits can only depend on God’s will, an unlucky weather, here..."

In the noisy streets, it took Leonard more than two hours to record these notes that really had practical reference value.

"Phew." Holding the notebook, Leonard found a chair with obvious stains and thought carefully.

"Have you thought of a solution?"

"No, these people... they represent too much."

"I knew it would be like this."

"Old man, have you ever seen something similar?"

"Of course." The old man said arrogantly, "I have not lived in vain for so long."

"I have seen an extraordinary person who had the same idea as you. He tried to change the lives of these poor people, but he failed in the end, and the results were tragic."

"What did he do?"

"Abolition of private factories, relying on one's own... what you call official rights, one's own attempts to change everything... Then, he ended up being stoned to death by ordinary people.

Ha, you don't know that person's expression at that time, it's really...forget it, there's no point in telling you this. "

"ah?"

"Oh, boy, remember, be careful of them!

Even if these people look harmless, they will die at any time, just like a bunch of weeds blowing in the wind. But your help may become a weapon to stab you under the control of some people. "

"……I see."

And while Leonard was "chatting" with the old man, a mysteriously dressed man quietly came to Leonard.

"Friend, are you hungry for money?"

"What?" Leonard looked at the young man in front of him in confusion.

He was wearing a very ordinary vest and shirt, his body was very clean, and his eyes were full of hope.

He didn't look like he was from Iron Cross Street, but from other neighborhoods.

"Ahem, do you desire money, do you desire power, do you desire...this kind of ability?"

The young man tapped the void with his finger.

The gray weeds in front of Leonard burst out with vitality visible to the naked eye.

"This is?"

"Yes, this is the power that our god has bestowed upon us mortals." The young man looked enthusiastic.

‘Old man, this is a cultist. ’

‘Nonsense, of course it’s a cultist. ’

“Join us and you’ll get it all.”

The bewitching words full of villain flavor seemed like what some second-rate bitch would say.

"I introduce you to my god." It seemed as if he returned to normal in an instant, or rather not as crazy as...evil and crazy.

The young man politely reached out and drew a symbol on his chest, his face kind and full of hope.

“Here, as a devout believer in our Lord, please allow me to introduce my Lord to you.

I will recite to you the mercy of our Lord. "

"My Lord is not a god, He exists in the heart of every living being.

Whoever has good intentions, our Lord will send down his merciful blessings. "

"My Lord needs no sacrifices and no faith,

Our Lord does not need the sacrifice of souls,

My Lord is generous and compassionate,

God loves the world,

My God loves every living creature equally. "

No need for faith? No need for sacrifice? Leonard's first reaction was whether this was a ritual performed by an extraordinary person.

‘Old man, do you know what this is? ’

‘How do I know these things? ’ The old man rolled his eyes at Leonard.

"We should follow the revelation of our heart and move forward under the gaze of the Lord."

At first glance, it sounds like some righteous god-like sect, with no sacrifices, no need for faith, and no restrictions or restrictions... But the young man's next words completely defined this "my god".

"My God is so dazzling that we, mortal ants, dare not speak of His name in vain. We should respect Him as the God of Immortality."

"Believe in my God and you will live forever!"

You... seem to be a liar, right?

Leonard looked at the young man with this look.

The young man was not upset. He stretched out his hand and cut open his chest to show what "immortality" is with practical actions.

"My God bless us and we will enjoy eternal life."

The young man's face was ferocious, and golden branches appeared on his cheeks.

Not only that, the dissected internal organs squirmed like some living worms scurrying around, and hundreds of eyeballs sprouted in his heart.

The arms were as dry as straw, the nails on the limbs were sharp and sharp, and the eyeballs popped out like springs.

He expressed the word "immortality" with practical actions.

In an instant, the scene on the set changed from an extraordinary magic potion to a gruesome three-level painting style.

'Grass! enemy! beat! ’

Leonard's first reaction was to give the young man a kick and kick him to the ground.

Then, he used his extraordinary power.

"Ah, the danger of fear, the crimson hope."

"At least one thing is that this life really flies by."

"One thing is true, the rest is a lie."

"After the flower blooms once, it will die."

…………

The power to make people sleep permeated the air, but it had no effect... The young man rushed towards Leonard without any influence. His face was fanatical and his eyes kept bouncing back and forth.

‘Old man, what’s going on? ’

'What else could it be? Your extraordinary power has no effect on him. ’

'Why? ’

‘The gods bless you. ’

‘Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky! ’

Leonard only felt that he was extremely unlucky.

With the blessing of the evil god, something of this level collided with him.

‘But it’s not a direct blessing, it should be a derivative gift of extraordinary power, so be careful. ’

The old man controlled Leonard's body and kept retreating while making a sharp and unusual sound from his mouth.

Under the influence of this sound, Leonard saw clumps of golden pollen filling the nearby air.

The pollen fell to the ground, and one plant after another that should not appear in reality matured instantly as if it spanned several years. The heavy ears of rice were full of grains and shimmering with golden light.

Because of the pollen, more plants appeared on the young man's body, and now the cultist looked more like a walking vegetative mass.