I Became the Sun God

Faced with the scolding of the staff, Morpheus, who knew that he was dirty, huddled in the corner with his pet dog in his arms.

He looked at the staff pleadingly:

"Sir, I...I won't disturb you."

"I'll just wait here and come back when there are less people. Is that okay?"

"Please...Bob it's dying, I can't lose my old buddy."

The staff member looked at the sick dog with undisguised disgust on his face:

"Damn dirty thing!"

"This is a sacred church, get out of here."

"Do you have rabies, you damn dog?"

Dead dog?

Hearing the staff talk about his old buddy, Morpheus became a little excited:

"Bob's not dead!"

"It's not a dead dog!"

"The merciful God will protect it!"

ha?

When the staff saw the old man's excitement, they almost laughed out of anger at him.

"Did you hear me telling you to get lost?"

"God will not protect a dead dog!"

"I said it was a dead dog, and it was a dead dog."

The staff sneered and walked towards Morpheus.

Morpheus had a bad premonition and hugged Bob tightly in his arms warily:

"What are you going to do?"

"You...don't come here...believe it or not, I'm going to call the police!"

"Mr. Officer, we need help here."

"Damn it! What are you going to do!"

At first, Morpheus is wary and uneasy.

But as the staff roughly snatched Bob away, and the police officer not far away just smiled and pointed, Murphy suddenly became furious.

He was like an old lion, roaring weakly and unwillingly, and even rushed directly towards the staff.

"Get away!"

How can an old and nutritionally deficient body be a rival to the prime of life?

With just one kick, Morpheus was kicked to the ground.

He watched in despair and horror as the staff lifted the dog high. Morpheus's pupils shrank and his lips kept trembling.

He didn't dare to face such a scene at all.

Bang!

Ouch!

While Morpheus was shaking, the staff hit the sick dog hard on the ground.

Accompanied by the sick dog's cry, blood flowed from its seven orifices.

The sick dog, who was already weak, was twitching all over.

But even so, the sick dog still looked up at Morpheus with difficulty, his cloudy eyes full of reluctance.

It whined and struggled to stand.

But it can't do it at all. The master is not far away, and it can't get close to the master at all.

It could only look at Morpheus sadly and reluctantly.

"No!"

"Bob! My job!"

"Don't scare me, you'll be fine!"

Morpheus crawled over like crazy, he wanted to pick up the sick dog.

But seeing the sick dog twitching, Morpheus did not dare to do this.

"Ah…"

Looking at the dirty man and dog, the staff sneered:

"I said it was a dead dog, and it was a dead dog."

"Take your dead dog and get out of here, I don't have time to waste with you."

After looking at the man and the dog with disgust, the staff saw with sharp eyes that another big shot was coming not far away.

"Mr. Phil, are you here too?"

"Quick, quick, please come this way."

“Your piety and kindness are known throughout the church, and you qualify to not have to wait in line.”

Facing the glamorous big shot, the staff is as flattering as an old dog.

And in that dark corner, no one cares about Morpheus and his dog.

They're like trash.

Before the holy church, it is of no importance at all.

What people seek is God's protection, the power called light.

And this man and one dog are just the bottom of the bottom.

Although some people feel uncomfortable queuing for such a long time, they cannot leave the queue for a dead dog.

So Morpheus was desperate.

He looked at the brightly lit church, looked at the indifferent crowd, and listened to the whine of the sick dog beneath him.

He felt like his world was falling apart.

All faith, along with Bob's whine, completely collapsed.

“Lord…where is your mercy!”

"Why are you doing this to me and my job!"

"We did something wrong!"

"Just because we have no money, is this how we are treated?"

"Hahahaha... God! It’s okay if you don’t believe in such a God!"

There were two traces of tears on Morpheus's dirty face.

He held the old man tightly in his arms with trembling arms.

In the shadows, Morpheus's heart was filled with pain and resentment, and tears kept falling on Bob's body.

"hehe…"

Just when Morpheus felt abandoned by the world.

A seductive voice suddenly sounded.

But Morpheus ignored that voice, because for him, he had lost his most important job.

“Behold…this is the hypocritical God and his Lamb.”

"For an insignificant ant like you, the Lord from above has no time to pay attention to you."

In the darkness, Vivian walked out wearing a black robe.

There was a faint smile on her beautiful face.

Looking at the dirty and sad old man, Vivian said to herself:

"Your dog is dying."

"But I have a way to make it come alive."

Um?

Upon hearing this, Morpheus suddenly raised his head and looked at Vivian, his eyes full of hope.

It was at this moment that he recognized Vivian's appearance.

She...is the fallen angel who appeared on TV, a supernatural being who represents the power of hell.

But for Morpheus today, there is no difference between angels and fallen angels.

He has nothing left, his faith has collapsed.

"cost."

"Hell is always a place that pays attention to its price."

"I can bring your dog back to life, so what do you give me?"

Vivian looked at Morpheus, her tone full of temptation.

Morpheus slowly clenched his fist:

"I can give everything."

Vivian nodded with satisfaction:

"Then...just use your life as the price."

"I give the power of hell to you and your dog, as a price... you have to use all your strength to fight against the Holy See, and you also need to spread the name of hell."

"can you do it?"

Holy See?

"The Holy See...if I have enough power, I will make them pay the price."

When he mentioned the Holy See, Morpheus, who was filled with resentment, became ferocious.

"It's pure hate."

"Wish us happy cooperation."

The corners of Vivian's mouth raised.

She stretched out her hand a little, and a drop of dark blood appeared in the air, falling into Bob's mouth like a spiritual drop.

When the blood entered his mouth, the drop of blood penetrated directly into Bob's body as if it were alive.

Dong Dong Dong…

Accompanied by a low heartbeat, burning black smoke with the smell of sulfur filled the air from Bob's body.

Looking at this strange scene, Morpheus did not feel fear, but was full of expectation.

"I gave it the blood of a three-headed dog."

"With the participation of my power, he will successfully complete the transformation and become a dog of hell from now on."

"And you..."

After explaining, Vivian looked at Morpheus.