I Am God!

Nite's mother, Mikina, is a beauty with fair skin and white feathers, which is a symbol of the large number of sky angels that appeared in our ancestors.

She comes from the Archangel family at the foot of the Holy Mountain of Light. She has a noble and distinguished status and is a proud family.

But I don’t know why, but I took Nite to this remote place.

Nite and his mother kept walking forward, and then chose a remote place near the river in this emerging kingdom to stop. Here lived a group of gray winged people who were like barbarians. Their words were already the same as those in the eastern part of the Land of Light. The people are completely different, and most of the words have been lost.

In this world, some people are born with civilization, prosperity, and wealth, while others are born like beasts with nothing.

Just because the place of birth is different.

My mother showed her power to the tribal wingmen who had lived here for generations. She grabbed a feather and just stretched out her hand to see a seriously ill wingman healed under her hands and climbed out of bed.

She said, "Bless you."

The poor and backward tribesmen knew this power, but it was their first time seeing it. They worshiped Nite's mother as a messenger of God.

The tribal wingmen cheered in native language, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, welcoming the arrival of the "godly envoy".

Nite stood behind his mother, looking at her back longingly.

I don’t know if I’m envious of that power.

I still envy that this power has earned me the admiration of mortals.

They settled here, and the tribesmen built houses for them on the highest hills.

at night.

Mother took Nite to the forest.

Nite was a little afraid of the dark and followed his mother cautiously.

He saw his mother drawing strange ritual formations on the ground, and there was a sound in the air that he didn't know whether it was wind or roaring.

He became even more frightened: "Mom, what are we doing?"

Mother Mijina did not speak, she just knelt on the ground.

She kept chanting strange spells and calling a name.

She seemed to be communicating with something, and it was extremely difficult for her. Her body was shaking constantly, standing up and closing her hands and lying down.

At this time, her headscarf suddenly fell apart.

Revealing her full face that she always covered up.

You can see that there is a big depression on the forehead of that beautiful face, with a scar that cannot be healed.

It looked very scary.

Mijina stopped the ceremony in panic, quickly grabbed the fallen headscarf, and kept wrapping it around her head.

However, when he turned around, he saw his son's eyes.

She stopped immediately, pulled off the headscarf, crawled to the side and pulled her son to her side.

She told him excitedly and with a trembling voice.

"Nite, did you see it?"

"This is the trace of the weak being plundered by the strong."

"I can no longer perform magic, I can only use props to show my power."

"We were driven out of the Kingdom of Heaven. Those people took away everything we had and killed all our people."

The mother's originally gentle eyes became very frightening, full of unwillingness.

"Why?"

"Why can they have it but we can't have it?"

"Why do we have to endure this? What's our fault?"

Finally, my mother said.

"I hate that Kingdom of Light, I hate those guys."

Nite didn't understand his mother's emotions, but he knew that his mother must have been hurt.

Those people must be bad people.

The ritual was completed, and Mother Mikina borrowed the power of the gods.

She also regained her appearance and became beautiful and noble again.

But she still covered herself tightly with a scarf and cloak. She never dared to show her face and wings. She said that she dedicated everything to the gods.

She never said which god it was dedicated to.

in the following days.

Her mother, Migina, constantly showed "powerful" power and her identity as a divine envoy attracted many people from the nearby Gray Wing tribe.

She established a small town here, and also established a connection with another nearby city. She became the town's preacher and mayor, and summoned caravans from far away.

She would gather the townspeople together every day to preach to them God's teachings and the beauty of God's kingdom.

When someone dies, she is also responsible for leading the mortal to the kingdom of God.

On the hospital bed.

Mijina used magic to treat an old winged man, and finally shook her head.

"No, he is hopeless."

"He was called by God to go to the kingdom of God."

After hearing this, the elderly Yiren’s family members also thought this was good. If they could go to the kingdom of God, death would no longer be scary!

At night, Mijina held a grand ceremony, and everyone in the village came to visit.

Under the pull of Mijina's power, everyone could see that a shadow floated out of the old winged man's body and flew towards the kingdom of God.

Everyone knelt on the ground devoutly, looking enviously at the old man heading to the Kingdom of God.

This is a peaceful and peaceful town, and everyone seems to live happily.

With the protection of a divine envoy, one believes in God and returns to God after death.

"Mikina-sama is a good person!"

"She took us in, built a town and a residence for us, and brought us many things we didn't have before, and taught us how to pray to God."

“I hope I can be called by God one day earlier and go to God’s kingdom to enjoy blessings.”

Nite stood in the corner, watching the shadow flying towards the sky, and heard what the townspeople said.

The little face is full of pride.

Feel proud of my mother.

On this day, Nite was brought to the city to test his talent.

The result is that Nite has inherited their family's talent and is likely to become an excellent powerful person in the future.

On the way back, Midgina was even happier than Nite, and she held Nite's hand hard.

"very good."

"That's great, Nite."

"I knew you would be proud of me, Nite."

Nite also said happily: "Well, I will make you proud of me, mom."

Under the sun, Nite flapped his wings, and he felt his heart floating out, floating above the sea of ​​clouds.

It’s just that he doesn’t know that his mother’s expectations are a very heavy thing, especially when her expectations are too high and are too high for you to bear.

Next, Nite began to learn extraordinary knowledge, learning day after day.

He almost didn't have any time. His mother arranged his daily life to the fullest, hoping that he could become the outstanding person she expected.

He gets up before dawn every day to read books that are bigger than his head, learns various introductory magic skills in the afternoon, and meditates under the eyes of his mother at night.

Mijina hopes that he can do what he could not do before, and hopes that through this son, he can accomplish things that she will never be able to accomplish.

However, her strong desire cannot be passed on to her children.

slowly.

Nite felt very tired.

From the beginning, his curiosity and desire for extraordinary power gradually turned into disgust.

He began to pretend to be working hard in front of his mother, but when she left, he threw everything aside.

However, Nite's behavior was soon discovered by Migina.

Mijina was so angry that her whole body was shaking. She looked at her son in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that he would do this.

"Why don't you work hard?"

"I've told you, I've arranged everything for you, and I've given you the best, don't you know?"

Nite said: "I'm a little tired!"

Mijina's voice suddenly rose to the point of almost screaming: "Tired?"

"Are you tired of me? Is it hard for you?"

"Do you know what I paid to get you the things you need to practice? Do you know what I paid for your meditation method? You don't know anything."

"How dare you relax? You don't even know how hard I work. You know I..."

Seeing his mother trembling with anger, Nite was a little scared. He knelt on the ground and cried.

"I know, I will study and practice seriously."

Mother sat aside and said nothing for a long time. After a while, she slowly calmed down, and then finally looked at Nite.

Realizing that Nite had begun to study hard, he smiled with satisfaction.

"That's right, study hard and practice hard, and you must become a powerful person, reaching the second and third levels along the way."

"Then, go attack the realm between gods and humans."

"Go ahead and get past those guys."

She looked at her son with expectant and longing eyes and said.

"Nite, you must work hard to make your mother proud."

Nite kept wiping his tears. First he felt fear filling his chest, and then he kept thinking about his mother's face and how hard it was for his mother to bring him up alone.

Gradually, some guilt arose in his heart, and finally turned into a strong sense of mission.

"I can't be sorry to my mother, I want to be her proud."

Mother Mikina is a harsh and harsh person in front of Nite, but in the eyes of others, she is a gentle and kind being like the incarnation of a god.

Her reputation around her was getting better and better, and more and more people defected to the town, kneeling at the feet of Mijina and becoming believers in God.

What Nite heard every day was how powerful and beautiful his mother was, and how difficult it was for him.

Nite felt more and more that he should work hard for his mother.

but.

Human efforts also have limits.

As he grows up day by day, Nite has not become the person Mikina expected at all. Now that he has become a teenager, he is always stuck at the bottleneck of the middle stage of the first order and cannot go any further.

"Why?"

"You must not work hard enough, you must be lazy again."

His mother always said this, scolding him loudly.

Finally, after another failed breakthrough, I faced my mother’s disappointed eyes and angry words.

Growing up, Nite always liked to keep quiet, and Nite, who had always remained silent, couldn't help but roar loudly.

"I've worked hard, I've done the best I can, there's nothing I can do, there's nothing I can do."

"I'm very serious about you for my mother, and I'm already working hard to do it."

When mother heard what Nite said, she became even more angry.

"for me?"

She seemed to laugh angrily, and then pointed hard at Nite's forehead.

"Not for me, but for yourself."

"The things you learned and the power of your cultivation belong to you. Did they fall on me?"

"Why do you think you are studying for me? Is this your determination and perseverance to become a strong person?"

Nite yelled: "Yes, this is my determination and perseverance to work hard."

"If it wasn't for you, mom, why would I work so hard?"

"Everything I do."

"All my motivation."

"It's all for you, mother. It was you who told me to become stronger."

Nite seemed to have roared so hard that his throat was hoarse.

"Why have you become so strong? We are not that strong, and we don't have extraordinary power. Isn't that how we got here?"

"I think it's ordinary and pretty good."

Mother looked at Nite, seemingly extremely disappointed.

Her voice was no longer shrill, but calm.

It was a calmness of disappointment and disgust.

"You actually think so, just like those ordinary people?"

"Did I give birth to you just to give birth to a waste?"

The sound was not sharp, but it was like a sharp knife inserted into Nite's heart.

Nite couldn't take it anymore.

"Yes, I'm just that useless. I'm not your pride."

"Then just pretend that you never gave birth to my son!"

He ran towards the outside, spread his wings, and flew out of the town in the blink of an eye.

——

Nite was flying freely in the sky, and he could fly wherever he wanted, no longer having to worry about time.

He fell down and bathed in the river.

He flew over the volcano and hovered high, looking at the lava inside the volcano.

He chases the wild beasts that run across the land and scares them away.

This was the happiest day for Nite in so many days, a day where he didn't have to work hard.

That night he lay down on the roof of an unfinished windmill and slept.

But after calming down, he was no longer happy.

He kept thinking in his mind.

"Will the words I just said hurt my mother?"

"I've been out for so long. Mom won't be worried about me, right?"

"She said that about me first."

"I never want to go back."

"What's your home like now?"

The next morning, Nite, who had not slept well all night, finally chose to go back.

"This is not about admitting defeat, it's just about going back and seeing how things are going."

Nite thought so.

On the way back, he was worried that his mother would find him and how she would punish him.

Sometimes he thought about how he should be tougher, and sometimes he thought about how to admit his mistakes so that he could be punished less.

Wandering in such responsible emotions of anger, fear, and worry, he flew back to the town little by little.

The surrounding environment became more and more familiar, but his flying speed became slower and slower.

Finally, he sighed.

"Apologise to mom!"

He flapped his wings and accelerated, flying towards the town.

However, when he arrived over the town, the mirror image he saw made his mind go blank.

For a moment.

He even forgot to flap his wings and fell directly from the sky, landing in the center of the town.

He was covered in mud and had many wounds on his body, but he got up without knowing the pain.

Under the constricted pupils.

There are ropes swaying one by one, and heads wrapped under the ropes.

In the early morning, the town was full of corpses. The densely packed corpses of winged men were hung by a strange rope at the door of their house.

Everyone in the town was dead, swaying in the wind like heavy bacon.

"ah!"

"ah!"

Nite let out a scream of fear. He clearly had no control over his body and organs, but he didn't know why he made such a sound.

He lay on the ground and kept retreating, just rubbing his back with his two hands.

As he backed away, he gradually leaned against the wall of a house.

"Squeak!"

"Squeak!"

He suddenly heard a voice coming from above his head. He raised his head and saw a body hanging just above his head.

Just when he was about to scream, as a low-level powerful person, he heard waves of voices coming from his soul. He heard the corpse wailing.

"ah!"

"don't want……"

"It hurts~"

The sound was ten times, a hundred times more cruel than the sound he screamed just now.

As a low-level powerful person, Nite's eyes flickered, and he finally saw the truth.

Those ropes were not only tied to the corpses, but also tied to the spirits within them.

Those people were hanged physically, but their spirits were not dead yet. They were tightly trapped by the rope, and it was getting tighter and tighter.

Just as Nite was about to do something, ropes suddenly came from the void and wrapped around his neck.

Nite grabbed the rope and struggled desperately.

But to no avail, he kept rising, but on the way up he saw a "man" holding a rope standing at the highest point of the town, which was also the roof of his home.

Well, "man" in the form of God.

All hanging ropes are born from the opponent's hands.

He shouted loudly at the other party: "Who are you?"

Na was originally deep in thought, but turned around after hearing the question.

Then he said in a condescending tone: "The incarnation of curse, the master of purgatory."

Nite has never heard of this title.

But the other party is undoubtedly a powerful guy.

He didn't understand, why such a powerful guy appeared here, and why he wanted to kill everyone in the town.

He yelled at the other party full of confusion, anger, and panic.

"Why?"

"Why are you doing this?"

The man replied without emotion: "The people killed by the curse are all irredeemable degenerates."

"Those who sacrifice others are destined to be sacrificed themselves."

"The hanging curse!"

"In this way, you can deeply understand the pain of the sacrificed person."

Nite couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all: "What are you talking about?"

"Why, why did you kill so many people!"

"Why do you?"

Nite continued to struggle, and he questioned the other party angrily.

However, the Lord of Purgatory finally looked at Nite.

However, the Lord of Purgatory ignored Nite's wild screams and roars, and hung Nite up without mercy. As soon as the rope tightened, he became silent again.

The Lord of Purgatory walked down from the roof, and could see a figure hanging under the eaves. He passed through the figure and looked for something, but in the end he found nothing.

"Why can't I find it? Where is the arrangement of Naproses, the King of Hell?"

"What on earth is it?"

"Didn't Dark Moon say that this guy's aura and power have appeared in this area many times?"

The incarnation of the Lord of Purgatory then moved forward, looking for the next gathering place of the fallen.

——

curse.

This is a terrifying power, especially for those who have violated taboos.

After being cursed, most people will not die immediately. They will taste the deepest despair under the power of the curse. After the curse absorbs the power of the deepest despair, it will push them into the fire of purgatory little by little. .

At this moment, Nite tasted this power.

His body was dead, but his spirit was hanging by a rope, getting tighter and tighter.

The rope gradually pulled his spirit out of his body and upward into the sky.

In mid-air, he saw a large number of phantoms hanging by ropes, each of them a familiar person.

"People from the town."

"Everyone is here, where is he taking us?"

Others struggle and suffer, but in fact they are no longer a complete person, with no thinking ability, only incomplete consciousness and instinct.

But don't know why.

Nite is different from others in that he retains complete consciousness and thinking ability.

Nite also discovered something unusual about himself. He didn't know why, but he immediately began to think of various ways to untie the rope around his neck and escape from it.

He vaguely felt that if he was hoisted to the highest point, he might never be able to escape.

He will face an ending and punishment more terrible than death.

Nite's illusory hands kept grabbing at the rope, but he couldn't untie the rope at all. He kept trying and refused to give up.

Under the threat of death, he burst out with enthusiasm that was countless times higher than studying, and he thought of various methods in an instant.

But, that is at this time.

A figure hung from his side.

Slowly, slowly.

Rising towards the sky.

Nite stopped all his movements for a moment and stared at the figure.

"Mother?"

He saw that his mother's spirit was also hanging in the air.

He no longer paid attention to the tightening rope around his neck. He looked at his mother with the most desperate expression on his face. The despair even caused the rope around his neck to shake violently for a moment, and then Continuously extending.

"No!"

"No, no, don't..."

He himself didn't know what he was talking about, he just couldn't accept such a scene.

He reached out his hand, trying to grab the other person.

But the opponent rose faster and faster, and he could no longer reach the opponent. He could only keep waving his hand, over and over again.

He did sometimes hate the other person forcing him to work hard.

As long as you think of the other person, all kinds of bad pictures will appear, and it seems that you will be afraid just when you think of the other person.

But at this moment, when he found that he had truly lost the other party.

What emerged in his mind was not one of those pictures, but many pictures that he usually didn't pay attention to.

The picture of his mother preparing a birthday gift for him, the picture of his mother waiting for him to finish his meditation late at night and cooking him dinner, the picture of the other party having prepared everything for him before dawn.

now.

He seemed to have forgotten all the bad things again, leaving only all the good things about the other person.

From one extreme to another extreme.

In a daze, he heard a voice.

"Because you didn't work hard enough."

"Because you are a waste!"

"You are not strong enough, so you and your mother will be robbed by others."

"Nite!"

"If you had listened to mother, maybe... this wouldn't have happened."

The sounds overlapped and felt a little familiar.

I don’t know if he said it himself or if his mother said it.

There were illusive tears on his face.

"You are right."

"Ordinary people and the weak will only be robbed by others."

"If I become stronger, if I work harder, will it... it won't be like this?"

At this time, something in Nite's body shone brightly.

It was a bottle that shone with depravity.

The Lord of Purgatory killed everyone here without any mercy, leaving no one left.

but.

He did not expect that the King of Hell would create something as high-level and powerful as the Bottle of Original Sin.

Born in this era, he was a relic of myth that he had never seen before.