Only God
Chapter 122 - 106: People Want to Kill Themselves

Chapter 122: Chapter 106: People Want to Kill Themselves

Logos Kingdom.

Chen Yi had sent Maisy back to His kingdom.

There, everything one could want or need was in abundance, perfect in every way.

Whatever the angel Maisy longed for, he received in God’s kingdom.

Amidst those pale green leaves, the remnant shadow of Chen Yi swept across the people of Logos below.

The regret and despair of killing an angel pierced the hearts of the Logos people like needles.

The Logos people looked up,

and amid the brilliance, a phantom figure emerged.

This figure shone all over, just as it was written in the histories.

The Logos people shuddered, their hearts of faith thundering in their chests as they gazed in awe at the distant glow, unable to help but kneel down.

Their bodies trembled, not one could steady themselves.

On the high platform, King Dovlo and Rui Ying stared blankly at the brilliance; they knelt, and as their knees struck the ground, fear surged in an instant, pressing down so hard they couldn’t catch their breath.

"...Rui Ying... what have we done?"

King Dovlo’s voice trembled, his speech unclear, fear’s sweat and tears mixing.

Rui Ying was speechless, the kingdom’s heir looked upon it all, not knowing what he had actually done.

It was just... the execution of an insignificant poet...

How could it... draw the attention and radiance of God?

Every person present, their hearts trembled, unable to utter a word, as in the midst of the air, a figure full of light appeared.

God...

was manifest before them.

His gaze swept past each one instantaneously, His radiance evoking an ineffable fear.

The hearts of the Logos people trembled, heavy breaths rising, the once departed God appeared again, which should have been a cause for rejoicing, yet everyone was panicked.

What... exactly have we done?

Why is God looking at us like this?

The lives of everyone were in God’s thoughts; as easy as He had once given, He could now strip away, all so effortlessly.

However,

God merely sighed.

Before Him, the Fate Line of every person present was laid bare.

That led to a common end.

In that end, there was no apocalypse, no deluge, no destruction brought down by the Gods.

That end held no natural disaster, but only human calamity, people choosing to take up swords themselves, stripping life from one another, people choosing to kill themselves.

It all stemmed from their own will, the same way they succumbed to greed, chose to execute the angel.

"Logos people,"

"You will destroy yourselves."

Beneath the Holy Light,

God took no life, imposed no punishment, there was only a lamenting sigh.

The radiant figure of Himself, it seemed he saw their future...

Humans have their freedom, whether to save or destroy, it is all by their own will.

And this old Logos Kingdom, all the tribulations of the days to come, are embraced in that single lamenting sigh.

Afterward, God stared at King Dovlo and his son on the high platform.

Those two instigators, under the gaze of God, trembled to the core.

What... exactly have we done?!

King Dovlo knelt, humbling himself to the utmost,

his lips quivering, fearful tears flowing, his body nearly scraping the ground, while his eldest son, Rui Ying, collapsed on the floor, unable to believe what lay before his eyes.

King Dovlo opened his mouth, he wanted to beg God for forgiveness.

Yet, not a word could he speak, a force from the soul directly acted upon him, silencing any sound he might make.

God would show no mercy.

To persecute a Divine Angel is to commit a grave sin.

"The price of sin is death."

His words fell, and King Dovlo stood frozen in horror.

The king realized it was not a curse; mere mortals were not worthy of God’s Curse,

it was a declaration, a Prophecy, an inevitable future that King Dovlo and his son could never escape.

God’s radiance faded gradually.

The figure vanished from before the people.

The Logos people tremulously lifted their heads, looked at each other with fear’s tears on their cheeks, which could not be wiped away.

Together they cried out, rushing from the execution grounds wave after wave like the sea.

The people were heading for the altar on the high mountain, they needed to repent, to sacrifice, with cries rising and falling in succession.

Everyone knew what they had done.

God’s Angel had come to the world,

yet they had insulted, and they had hurt him.

God’s Angel had come to the world,

yet they had judged and executed him.

The Logos people surged outward, having just slain God’s Angel, they now sought God’s forgiveness and pardon.

King Dovlo came to his senses, trembling, stumbling multiple times on the platform in a sorry state, he gazed up to the mountain summit, hands clasped together, frantically reciting prayers as if mad.

Rui Ying turned pale, witnessing the miracle of God for the first time, now completely out of breath.

The heir to the kingdom suddenly felt, his doom was imminent. This hunch came abruptly and palpably, amplifying his fear to the extreme.

In the days that followed,

God would not show them any miracles.

Because thereafter,

Greed, desire, slaughter, hatred...

All would be self-destruction, people killing themselves.

Just as the last prophecy of Elder Salas foretold—the kingdom was doomed to destruction.

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Great Angel Maisy returned to the realm of God.

The seven Great Angels found Maisy in an oasis.

Although he was basking in joy for the moment, the Great Angels could see his worries and wounds. Despite healing, scars would inevitably remain.

The seven Great Angels surrounded this youngest angel, embraced him, and kissed his forehead.

They did their utmost to console Maisy, creating splendid beauties or amusing spectacles. Yet Maisy remained unmoved, sorrow unerased from his eyes, the scars impervious to oblivion.

The Great Angels were deeply saddened, their guilt towards Maisy boundless, just as God had said—they shouldn’t have sent Maisy down to Earth.

"Maisy, it is our fault."

"We are sorry, Maisy."

"Please forgive us."

The Great Angels frantically apologized to Maisy, having never seen him in such a state.

After all, within this Holy Realm, all that was seen and felt was goodness perfected, where angels achieved whatever their hearts desired,

Sometimes even finding joy too easily gained, they might conjure up trials and tribulations first, overcoming them before relishing in hard-earned bliss.

Here, they could revel in happiness perpetually, like flowers forever in bloom.

But for Maisy, the wounds ran too deep, like a wooden splinter lodged in the soul’s depths, impossible to extract.

As the seven Great Angels showered him with soothing words, they brought Maisy before the Divine Throne.

"God,

please help Maisy, let him not be so sorrowful."

Chen Yi sat silently upon the radiant Divine Throne,

He glanced at Maisy, enveloped by the Great Angels.

"God, his wounds are deep. We are incapable of helping him."

Solamus pleaded, the angels yearning for God’s immediate sanctity to dispel Maisy’s anguish, to smooth over all his hurts.

At that moment,

Maisy’s eyes moistened, gazing up at the deity upon the throne.

"God,"

"I have found nothing!"

God focused on Maisy, as if in an instant, comprehending all his experiences, all his feelings.

Several of the Great Angels were near heartbreak upon hearing those poignant words.

They knelt before the Divine being, unitedly whispering their prayers:

"God,"

"His pain is profound, please erase all his scars!"

God simply gazed intently at Maisy.

"Maisy, do you wish it yourself?"

"No matter what the angels say,

everything depends on your own will."

Maisy shook his head vigorously. In theory, these earthly experiences should be the most dreadful scars to an angel.

With just his consent, God would grant him the erasure of those scars, restoring everything to pristine condition.

He could even erase an angel’s memories, so that one would no longer recall such experiences.

But...

"God,"

"I do not wish it."

Maisy gave his answer.

For this kind angel, all that he had experienced on Earth, be it goodwill or pain, was too precious to relinquish.

Yes, he had been mocked and hurt by people on Earth.

But...

Was he not also valued and loved by some?

Elder Salas, Lam, Elder Gurra, the priest who had once taught Basel to read...

Maisy knew,

That within the incessant suffering, there was love for him.

Chen Yi gazed at Maisy, perceiving all his thoughts in a glance.

Below the throne, the Cloud Sea parted slightly, revealing that self in the darkness, visible only to God, as if whispering something.

None of the Great Angels were aware of this.

On the luminous throne, Chen Yi stared intently at Maisy.

Standing before God, Maisy spoke softly:

"God,"

"Those things of Earth, those people of Earth,

regardless of their nature,

I desire not to forget, forever and always."

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