Only God
Chapter 105 - 95: It Hurts So Much

Chapter 105: Chapter 95: It Hurts So Much

Basel, who had received the favor, should have been enjoying this moment of his great achievements and fame, but he simply could not find happiness.

The prophecy of Elder Salas still lingered in his mind, leaving him unable to forget for a long time.

His doubts, like a shadow, enveloped his heart.

Basel had tried several times to let go of his doubts, to forget that alarming prophecy.

After all, the Kingdom definitely would not be destroyed in his generation.

After all, King Dovlo was so wise, and under his rule, the Kingdom was flourishing day by day.

Basel saw not the slightest sign of the Kingdom’s impending doom.

Not only did Basel fail to see it, but no one among the people of Logos thought the country was about to perish.

Anyone who would say that this divinely blessed Kingdom was going to fall was either mad or plotting rebellion.

Pattern Garden.

Walking through an ocean of endless wheat, Basel found himself alone in a secluded spot.

To the common eye, the priests of Pattern Garden were often expected to sit together, day and night, discussing the divine and the rules of the world.

But...

Basel, with his stutter, could not fit in.

The priests had long been accustomed to vigorous debate and passionate exploration,

Yet Basel, whether in arguing or expressing his views, always managed to annoy with his stuttering.

Debating rules among eloquent priests, stuttering Basel seemed especially out of place.

Moreover, he came from commoner stock, his mother a long-dead prostitute.

The priests of Pattern Garden, on the other hand, mostly hailed from families of priests and distinguished nobles.

Thus, Basel, with his stutter, naturally became a synonym in the priests’ eyes for someone with no sense of decorum, difficult to communicate with.

Basel, unable to gain acceptance from the priests, had no choice but to walk daily in the quiet corners, pondering his own problems alone.

Basel endured these invisible injuries, often contemplating the length of life, especially after seeing Elder Salas, his contemplation on life grew deeper.

In Basel’s view, although Logos people and the Three-eyed Ape People differed greatly in lifespan and appearance, a common ground that linked the two races was their declaration of friendship.

And that most precious common ground was kindness.

Kindness transcended the appreciation of ethics and morals, transcended the sympathy of species barriers.

Because of these, he had managed to make a friend like Elder Salas.

Elder Salas did not dislike his stutter, no matter what he wanted to say or express, the old man always showed ample patience.

Today,

Basel was again walking in a quiet corner of Pattern Garden.

However, he saw a familiar face.

Bandi.

Basel had heard that Bandi, who had become a priest, longed to visit his father, King Dovlo, in the Palace, but was repeatedly rejected.

The last time, it was said Rui Ying personally intervened, ordering Bandi to be sent back home.

Those priests who looked down on bastards talked about Bandi, saying he was like a dog without a home.

At that moment, Bandi looked up, and he saw Basel too.

His gaze settled right on the necklace around Basel’s neck.

The necklace that King Dovlo had given to Basel stirred up unpleasant memories in Bandi.

"That should have been mine."

Bandi walked past Basel, muttering.

Basel turned around, and impulsively asked,

"What did you, say, say, say?"

Bandi, shunned by his father, humiliated by Rui Ying, slowly turned around.

All along, he had longed for his father’s recognition, aspired to be a true prince.

But King Dovlo had rejected him time and again, and even humiliated him in secret.

"That necklace..."

Bandi clenched his teeth and said each word deliberately,

"Should have been mine."

Resentment and envy lingered in Bandi’s heart for a long time, desperately seeking a chance to erupt.

Was King Dovlo hateful? Hateful, for abandoning him as a son, always unwilling to recognize him.

But he was unable to defy the King, his father.

Was Rui Ying hateful? Hateful, for humiliating him time and time again, causing his heart to suffer.

But he could not stand against his brother, for in their father’s eyes, Rui Ying was far more important, while he was dispensable.

Were those priests who insulted him behind his back hateful? Extremely so.

But he couldn’t start fights with those renowned priests.

Compared to these hateful people, who could allow him to vent his fury?

Bandi’s gaze fixed on Basel.

His heart had twisted.

"This necklace, chain, chain... is what the King, awarded, awarded to me."

Basel became anxious, stuttering as he spoke, then instinctively stepped backwards.

Bandi, however, kept moving forward step by step.

Venting anger on the weak always cost the least.

People, having lost their dignity, often seek to compensate elsewhere.

So...

............

Basel’s necklace was taken away, and he was kicked down into the wheat slopes by Bandi, his body covered in bruises.

He felt pain to his bones, his head reeling with agony, his vision spinning wildly.

Not knowing how long he had been lying there, Basel clumsily stood up, teeth clenched, limping home.

Anger burned in his heart, but Basel was powerless.

He, with his stutter, had long grown accustomed to loneliness, to being insulted and injured.

No one stood up for him, at most, they would only smooth things over with each other.

Each time, Basel kept everything to himself until he was alone in a room, when night fell over heaven and earth, then he would put his hands together and silently pour out everything to God.

Basel didn’t know if God was listening.

But...

For a long time, stuttering Basel could only speak to God.

Because God had never despised him.

The inscrutable God was always silently listening, saying nothing, allowing him to talk on and on.

Basel returned home battered, kneeling in the darkness, hands joined.

"God... please listen,

I am in pain now,

God, it hurts..."

Basel struggled, enduring the pain in his body as he spoke, word by word, pouring his heart out to God.

God always had immense forbearance and patience.

Basel bowed his head, praying with focused devotion.

In the darkness,

There was an angel, fallen to the mortal world, praying to God.

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