I Am Extraordinary Alone
Chapter 168 - 166: The Golden Rule

Chapter 168: Chapter 166: The Golden Rule

Azaha, 9 p.m.

On a steep cliff, stood a pure white palace.

It was draped in the moon’s shawl, glowing softly amidst the night, like a lighthouse twinkling in the dark.

The palace was not particularly magnificent; it actually appeared somewhat dilapidated, with only its white walls regularly maintained, while the interior looked like ruins.

At this moment, in these ruins, shoulder to shoulder, toe to heel, a large crowd gathered.

There were men and women, old and young, armed guards, and mothers leading their children.

They assembled in the great hall of the palace, numbering in the hundreds, all casting their gazes in the same direction.

At the far end of the hall, there were twenty-four steps leading up to a wall, upon which hung an oil painting.

The painting depicted the Last Supper of Rada Gan, seated at a long table surrounded by his twenty-four disciples.

These disciples, as recorded in the holy scriptures, included soldiers, merchants, peasants, and kings, who, under Rada Gan’s guidance, governed the borderlands. In return for his protection, they were spared from demonic invasion and assured a place in the land of eternal bliss after death.

Yet now, the people gathered among these ruins were not there to view the painting.

Before the enormous painting stood a man with golden hair, clothed in a floor-length white robe.

Barefoot, he turned his back to the assembly, facing the painting, seemingly talking to himself, yet also as if preaching.

He said,

"...And so, the Lord said, ’I desire four Knights to create a new world. They shall die, but they shall also achieve glory.’ Then, those four soldiers stepped forward."

"They said to the Lord, ’You bless us with eternity, yet we did not ask for it. Whether alive or dead, we shall belong to You, not to this world... How could we wish to outlive our Lord?’"

"The Lord considered them good and said to one, ’You, become my White Knight, gifted with iron that pierces, to slay my enemies.’"

"To another, the Lord said, ’You, become my Red Knight, gifted with poison that corrupts, to make the enemy’s land barren.’"

"To a third, the Lord said, ’You, become my Green Knight, gifted with a plague that wields life, to command the dead enemies for your cause.’"

"And to the fourth, the Lord said, ’You, become my Black Knight, gifted with the light that rots the hearts of men, to make the enemy’s king slaughter his people.’"

"The Lord bestowed blessings upon them, and thus He had His four Knights, who received the king’s power but also sowed the seeds of their fated death."

The man with golden hair spoke slowly, then gradually turned to face the crowd below.

He was very young, barely past his twenties, with handsome features, a high nose bridge, and an exposed chest with skin so pale. His physique was strong and tall, but every move he made seemed untouched by worldly affairs, possessing a beauty that was otherworldly.

"Among you... who is my Knight?" he murmured.

At this moment, a militiaman with a rifle at his side came to whisper in his ear.

"Oh? Those heretic Presidents are dead?" he laughed.

The people below began to whisper amongst themselves.

"Tell the lords in the council, it wasn’t my doing," he added.

Having finished speaking, he slowly descended the steps, and the crowd parted of their accord, creating a path for him.

He walked between them, they knelt on one knee, and he laid his hands on their heads, whispering softly, "We shall reclaim the Promised Lands, but we must have patience."

He exited the palace, now in ruins, only to see military vehicles and rows of militiamen outside the gates.

"Lord Rada Gan..." a militiaman approached, bowed to him, and then pointed not far behind him.

Two soldiers were escorting a man with a hood over his head, stumbling as he was brought before Rada Gan.

"We have captured an apostate sniper. He had been lurking here for quite some time, aiming to assassinate you during your sermon, but we caught him alive," said the soldier, bowing his head.

Rada Gan reached out and pulled off the man’s hood. To blend in with Azaha, he had donned a common black robe and mantle, but his trendy hairstyle and blue eyes gave him away.

"Kneel before me, and I shall show you my mercy," Rada Gan said.

"Pah! You Pseudo-God!" the man shouted angrily, spitting on Rada Gan’s chest.

Immediately, the soldier beside him stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.

"How dare you profane Lord Rada Gan!!!" the soldier exclaimed in anger.

"He’s not Rada Gan! Do you really believe the stories from the holy scriptures?! There never was a Rada Gan! There were never any demons or Promised Lands! We just created excuses to kill you all! To seize your lands!" the soldier cursed in rage.

"How dare you mock our sacred scriptures so brazenly!!!" another soldier drew his dagger, intending to finish off the man, but was stopped by Rada Gan.

Rada Gan grasped the soldier’s wrist, smiled gently, and the soldier immediately dropped his dagger, kneeling at Rada Gan’s feet, confessing, "Forgive me... forgive me..."

"Ridiculous... Have they never seen the Superpower Special Department? To actually take you for a god?!" the soldier laughed.

Rada Gan extended his right hand, which slowly turned into a translucent gold color.

"Your irreverence is the reason for your suffering, I do not judge you, but merely present the outcome before your eyes. Your death bears no relation to me, yet the world shall benefit from it..." Rada Gan said.

He slowly inserted his golden hand into the man’s abdomen; the translucent hand seemed to penetrate effortlessly.

"Uh... what power is this? Why don’t I feel anything?" the man asked in confusion.

"At the least, you can contribute to our military funds," Rada Gan said with a smile.

No sooner had he spoken than the man’s face suddenly flinched, followed by screams of agony.

His abdomen gradually turned to gold, and this transformation spread in both directions.

Before the gold could cover his entire body, he was already dead, and the soldiers escorting him clearly felt his body becoming abnormally heavy.

They let go of the man, whose entire body was now golden, resembling a gold sculpture.

The man fell with a clang to the ground, then the two soldiers lifted him onto the vehicle.

Rada Gan shook his hand and pulled out an antidote from his robe, injecting it into his own neck.

His superpower was to turn humans into gold; gold and flesh were of equal weight, those transformed into gold weighed the same as they had in life.

With this power, Rada Gan acquired his namesake, becoming the sole financial source for all of Azaha...

In this world, no belief outweighs the idolatry of gold.

Gold is the law.

Rada Gan understood this well.