Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 128 - 101 Give Me the Life Seed Quickly (2nd Update Delivered)

Chapter 128: Chapter 101 Give Me the Life Seed Quickly (2nd Update Delivered)

No wonder the first page of the notebook stated that all the Gods had died.

Suddenly having forty-nine Witches does indeed nearly add up.

While the quantity of deities in Sky Dome Continent is substantial, it’s not as exaggerated as in the Journey to the West, where tossing a brick might kill a bunch of Gods; forty-nine is definitely not a small number.

What exactly happened a thousand years ago that led to such a massive downfall of deities? Could it have been a divine war that erupted, a civil war among the Gods?

Unfortunately, despite the extensive content recorded in Violet’s diary, she was, after all, just a mortal, a Holy Daughter, with limited understanding of the affairs of Gods.

Violet inherited the Authority of the Lord of Storm.

But, in addition to this Authority, there was also an oracle from the Lord of Storm right before his consciousness completely dissipated.

[His Authority has been usurped, shadows will envelop this world.

Find the inheritor of XX, follow Him, serve Him, bestow upon Him the power of the storm, He will lead you to seek the light amidst the darkness!

The burden you carry is... hope!]

This was the oracle recorded by Violet, but several words had been scratched out.

Then, the crusade of faith on Sky Dome Continent abruptly erupted.

The Holy Court issued an order, abolishing all Churches other than the Holy Court itself, all Divine Statues to be moved inside the Holy Court, for all the people of the entire Sky Dome Continent could only worship the one and only, supreme deity, the Holy Light Goddess.

Without a doubt, this sudden declaration naturally met opposition from other Temples; no one took the threat of the Holy Court seriously. After all, though the Holy Court’s power was the greatest among all the churches, it couldn’t possibly contend with so many other Churches.

But unexpectedly, the Holy Court indeed waged war.

They formed a powerful Iron Cross Army and brazenly launched an invasion against other Churches. One Temple after another crumbled under the iron hooves of the Iron Cross Army, Divine Statues were dismantled, and the clergy were executed as heretics on pyres.

The Storm Temple was also destroyed at that time.

In the notebook, Violet recorded the scene vividly based on her own diary.

"Their bodies were covered in steel, their heavy frames marched in unison."

"The earth trembled!"

"Their eyes were red, their hands red, their spears red, drenched in blood."

"I cannot believe the Holy Knight Order, once the finest on the continent, turned into such monsters, as if crazed, destroying everything, Priests impaled through the chest dying, nuns violated in corners..."

"They have lost their humanity, leaving only beast-like Desire."

"I am the Holy Daughter of the Storm Temple, and I have nowhere to retreat. Though the deity has fallen, I cannot tolerate His glory being desecrated by thugs."

"I fought to the last moment, I am so tired, my body feels stiff, my fingers unable to move, until a spear pierced through me...I had no strength to dodge."

"Inch by inch, it stabbed into my chest, pierced my heart, and emerged from my back, it hurts so much..."

Plain and simple words, seemingly devoid of much emotion.

It seemed as if Violet was recounting the past events in a very straightforward and bland tone, but between the lines, Qin Chu could feel a hint of faint despair and pain.

Qin Chu’s heart twitched slightly.

From the content above, Violet must have died a thousand years ago, right?

So the current Violet... is she just a Ghost? A soul?

Qin Chu somewhat irritably ran his hands through his hair. Shaye qualifies as a Ghost, a pure Spirit; Antia goes without saying, also a ghost; now Violet is a ghost too. Do I have some kind of summoning trait, or what, that ghosts keep flocking to me?

However, this ghost called Violet seemed a bit special; her sense of existence was very strong, and under the brief contact with Violet, Qin Chu had not detected any ghost-like characteristics in her.

Perhaps the Authority of the Lord of Storm prevented Violet from dissipating like other ghosts, allowing her Soul to awaken much later.

When she awoke, what she saw was the Storm Temple in ruins, the crusade of faith already over, with the Holy Court emerging as the final victor, conquering all other Churches except for the Earth Mother Goddess Church with the iron hooves of the Holy Knight Order.

Among the Divine Statues worshipped in the Holy Court, besides the original Holy Light Goddess, there were also seven adjunct deities of the Holy Light Goddess, despite having leveled their Temples.

Besides these Divinities, no other Gods were worthy of worship in Sky Dome Continent.

After awakening, Violet didn’t seek vengeance. She knew there was nothing she could do and was like a spirit bound to the old site of the Storm Temple, stubbornly trying to restore the Storm Temple to its original state.

She buried the bones of her comrades and placed the bodies of the Holy Knight Order, not taken away by the Holy Court, in the desert.

She repaired the broken walls, windows, statues, absorbing the knowledge of the deity, waiting for the arrival of ’He’ mentioned in the oracle.

She believed He would bring redemption.

It was a life of loneliness, solitude, and filled with hope.

Loneliness and solitude would grow incessantly, while hope would gradually fade away.

Violet didn’t know how long she had waited, with days passing by, sunsets and moonrise, through spring and fall, a year? Ten years? A hundred years? Several centuries?

Solitude is the most terrifying punishment.

Waiting is like a long road with no end in sight.

At last, Violet’s soul could not withstand the torment and began to exhibit some abnormalities, and her divine knowledge had already reached the limit Violet could bear.

Illusions started to appear before her, occasionally seeing a large number of Holy Knights from the Holy Court in the temple. She fought against those Holy Knights, destroying the Church Court she had repaired.

After the destruction, she would be in unbearable pain, kneeling on the ground and sobbing uncontrollably.

She realized that her consciousness was about to collapse but was powerless to change it; she knelt before the Divine Statue praying for salvation, only to suddenly burst into rage. The Lord of Storm had declared that a great being would guide her to find light in the darkness, but where was He?

In anger, the Holy Daughter shattered the Divine Statue and, after her sanity returned, wept as she repaired it.

Time and again, like a torturous cycle, she couldn’t find where her way out was. The will of the Divine she had inherited had also become a torment, and she began to resent the Lord of Storm for giving her this authority.

The handwriting in the notebook, sometimes delicate and orderly, sometimes twisted and insane.

Where is He? Where is He? Where is He? Where is He...

The last several pages of the notebook were full of chaotic scribbles.

Huh...

Qin Chu let out a long sigh, knowing that Violet had actually gone mad.

But Violet’s madness was slightly different from the usual kind, somewhat reminiscent of split personality, her consciousness divided into two parts, one rational and the other crazed and extreme.

The two consciousnesses influenced each other, yet also interfered with one another.

The peculiar conversation he had with Violet that afternoon took place under such interference. At that time, Violet seemed relatively normal, probably because her rational consciousness was desperately regaining control of her body, but unable to eliminate the interference of the insane consciousness.

Moreover, the insane consciousness clearly had the upper hand inside Violet’s body. By the time their conversation was nearly over, it had already taken the dominant role; the fact that the rational side could gain brief control must have been incredibly difficult.

Upon closing the notebook, it was without doubt that Violet wanted something from him, she had designed this trap for herself.

But surprisingly, Qin Chu felt no hatred for Violet in his heart, even a bit of pity.

A thousand years!

A thousand years of solitude, what kind of torment was that?

Even without the assault of divine knowledge, it could drive one mad.

It was a tragedy. Violet from a thousand years ago was just a girl caught up in this tragedy, forced to bear sufferings she was never meant to bear.

This diary was a precious treasure, granting Qin Chu some understanding of the events a thousand years ago, although many mysteries remained unsolved.

For instance, the divine war a thousand years ago, was it a civil strife or an invasion?

Are the Divines in the Void, the Goddess in the cage, connected to the divine war a thousand years ago?

And what are their identities?

What, exactly, was Violet waiting for?

But to know what he now knew was already a decent gain. Qin Chu placed the notebook in his storage ring, to be thoroughly deciphered when there was more time.

He turned to leave, after all, Catherine had been calling for about two hours, her voice nearly hoarse; her suffering should end soon.

But just as Qin Chu had turned around, whoosh, alongside a gust of wind, a shadow pounced at him.

Her speed was too fast. Despite Qin Chu’s considerable strength, he had no chance to dodge, as a pair of slender, fair fingers directly clasped his throat.

Before him was a face familiar yet strange.

The ash-gray eyes had turned a dull red.

On the right side of her face, the upper half was covered with dark red silk-like lines that resembled tree branches or feathers, extending directly to the back of her eye.

The whole face exuded a terrifying yet weird sense of beauty.

It was Violet.

Madness was spreading, intensifying!

The blacks strands of gauze, fluttering with the wind, revealed a pale body below.

The excruciating wait had caused Violet to lose her patience.

She had waited for over a thousand years, she didn’t want to keep waiting like this; ready to climb the stairs to search for Qin Chu and plunder the Life Seed, she felt the faint breath from here...

The dark red pupils stared fixedly at Qin Chu, the silky markings on her face spreading rapidly, she opened her mouth, revealing neat rows of teeth, her craving for the Life Seed unbearable:

"Give me the Life Seed... now!!!"