After bidding farewell to Serena, Chen Yi slowly sat back on the throne.
Looking up, you can see the bronze door hanging high in the air.
He fiddled with Resurrection Town and finally saw Kasim standing quietly in the dark room, facing an unknown number of magical puppets that looked exactly like him.
The light of the bee candle flickered.
"I want to be human... My king, please answer me."
Chen Yi suspended Resurrection Town.
He never thought that the Kasim he saw was actually a magic puppet.
"Let's deduce it again." Chen Yi murmured.
He wanted to deduce it again before making a decision.
The phantom of Resurrection Town condensed out. Chen Yi supported his head and watched the phantom of Resurrection Town move at an unimaginable speed.
"Qasim, who longed for humanity, renounced the King of Kings after his last prayer, joined a heretical order, and converted to the evil god."
Chen Yi pressed his hand between his eyebrows.
The so-called last prayer was Qasim's current prayer.
Soon, Chen Yi saw the supernaturally inevitable manuscript, which was handed into the hands of Cassim by the monks of the Heretic Order.
"The academy was disbanded, and Qasim formed a three-person association with Idelai and Roman, during which he also extended an invitation to himself."
"I did not join the association. The three of them started to decipher the manuscripts. However, Idelai and Roman were bewitched by them and converted to the heretic gods."
"A year later, a descendant of the pagan king passed through Resurrection Town on a pilgrimage and accidentally bumped into the baron praying to the true god."
"A month later, the Consistory from the Holy Land arrested the baron and charged him with blasphemy. The baron was brutally executed."
"Almost at the same moment, the manuscript was deciphered again, and the first half of the sentence was still the same: the baron will die for his faith."
Chen Yi saw Qasim holding the manuscript high and marveled at the power of the heretic god like a man possessed.
"After the Baron's death, the pagans took over Resurrection Town. Ronald was kicked out of the castle and lived on the streets. Cassim took him in and invited him to help build a mysterious model using mathematics."
"The true believers did not escape the fate of being forced to convert. Wang Yi set up a sutra here to judge all crimes of unbelief. A large number of true believers were demoted as slaves and had their eyes gouged out. Resurrection Town became a pagan town overnight."
The process was still similar. Chen Yi held his breath and looked at the human tragedy that had happened countless times.
"Qasim and Ronald, two fanatics, were obsessed with summoning evil gods. The other two were inspired by them, and the four of them cut their wrists and bled in an attempt to establish contact."
Chen Yi's pupils shrank, and he saw Qasim picking out the milky white worms one by one from the culture jar.
Even though it was only for a moment, he recognized that it was almost identical to the one in his own body.
The potion he drank was not prepared by a wizard, but by Cassim.
Chen Yi's heart gradually began to have murderous thoughts.
Time passed very quickly during the deduction. In the blink of an eye, Chen Yi saw that the contact ceremony was interrupted and the talisman that communicated the arrival of the evil god was completely shattered.
That's what I did in this deduction.
"Kasim was not killed by 'I'. He seemed to have received some enlightenment and quickly cut off contact with the heretical order and converted to the Giant King Cult again." Chen Yi looked at all this in surprise.
"The three-person association did not understand Qasim's approach. After a fierce argument, Idelai and Ronald sided with Qasim. Roman, who firmly believed in the evil god, was expelled from the secret society."
"Under the leadership of Qasim, Idelai and Ronald worked hard to decipher the second half of the witchcraft manuscript. At this time, the uprising of the true believers broke out. Ronald was deriving the formula He was killed by the mob, and Idle was not spared. Qasim took advantage of the chaos and took away the key manuscripts compiled over the past few years and escaped."
"This time, the pagans and true believers slaughtered each other. In the night of blood and fire, everyone was immersed in the fighting. In the end, the true believers won with difficulty. When the Army of Truth arrived again, all the living people in Resurrection Town had been killed. There’s not much left.”
"The last heretic, Qasim, locked himself in a dark basement, reading ancient books day and night, and deciphering the second half of the witchcraft manuscript."
Chen Yi couldn't help but lean forward.
Qasim, the key to deciphering the manuscript?
"However, when Qasim was about to deduce the first word, the Army of Truth broke into the basement during the robbery, and Qasim died under the butcher's knife without trial."
"Afterwards, Resurrection Town was destroyed again."
Chen Yi frowned.
This deduction made him certain of one thing.
Qasim, along with his threesome, hold the key to deciphering the manuscript.
And the deduction told him that Qasim was almost able to decipher the words in the second half of the manuscript.
Transfer...
This is the turning point that saves Resurrection Town.
After Mu Ran grasped this key information, Chen Yi put down the shadow and turned to look at Kasim in the dark room, holding the sacred painting pendant and praying for the last time.
The original hesitant thought of stripping Qasim of his life was quietly put aside.
Time is back on track in Resurrection Town.
Closing his eyes, Kasim could still feel that countless "selves" were lying there, as if they were abandoned and still had resentful spirits, looking at him who was still alive with resentment.
"My King... They say this is a town favored by God. Please listen to the prayers of your humble believers." Qasim squeezed the pendant in his hand, "They are looking at me, they are asking me , why did I survive, instead of dying here forever like them. Let them forgive me. I am more perfect than them, so I survived and existed."
Perfect character, perfect obsession...perfect leprosy, Qasim rubbed the peeling and ulcerated skin on his body.
"I am exactly the same Qasim my father remembered."
"Tell me, my king, should I die like them?"
"If that's the case, it's so unfair."
Kasim murmured words, accompanied only by the silence of the night.
There was silence for a long time, no reply.
He sighed, and suddenly his expression became ferocious: "My king, because I am a puppet, am I not worthy to be called a believer?!"
"Why can't you hear my prayers all night long in this so-called town blessed by God!"
"Are you deaf?!"
"Damn it! Damn it!" Kasim pulled off the pendant from his neck and said with twisted anger: "The scriptures say that you are the most perfect god, and Lucius went to hell! If this is what you did, Why don’t you go any further and save me?!”
"You're not deaf because you don't exist!"
"You don't exist. There has never been a god like you! You are just a hypocritical thing compiled by the son of a bitch Yawen, a tyrant made by mortals!"
Qasim cursed with hatred, his throat hoarse and his voice trembling.
"I reject you! You non-existent false god!"
"I am here."
The solemn voice like a bell suddenly struck his mind, and Kasim's expression suddenly froze.
"Where are you? Come out here! You're just pretending to be a ghost!" Kasim yelled angrily when he came back to his senses.
"I am everywhere and nowhere."
Kasim suddenly felt that his eyes were closed by something, unable to open even a crack.
He smelled the rich aroma of honey. The bee candle was burning in his hand. The flame was extremely warm. The candle oil dripped into his hand without any burning.
Only one word could express Qasim's complicated and difficult-to-summarize emotions.
Tremor.
"No, He does not exist. You are just a pretender. I know you are also a wizard! Or the one who killed Lucius! He does not exist. If He exists, why can't He hear my prayer? Why can't He hear my prayers? exist?!"
“To be is to be felt.”
In an instant, Qasim's body trembled and he froze in place.
How profound this sentence is.
"Cogito ergo sum."
Qasim felt like he was struck by lightning. He opened his throat and wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
Being...perception, I think...I am...once, twice...thousands of times, Qasim kept repeating those two sentences in his mind.
He felt something stir within him, something coming, something he had always longed for.
human nature.
"I surrender to you..."
"My...only god."
