Only God
Chapter 167 - 144 I am God’s child!

Chapter 167: Chapter 144 I am God’s child!

"Do you want to escape from here? Do you want to flee from your father?"

In the mirror, the old servant revealed a horrifying smile, his withered hands slowly clenching onto Noen’s shoulders.

The touch was unimaginably cold.

Seeing his father, dead for many years, Noen felt no joy or warmth.

On the contrary, the fear of seeing a ghost, the past fear of his father, suddenly surged up, coalescing into a vortex that tore at his spirit.

Noen wanted to turn around and push the old servant away.

But he dared not turn around, dared not face him.

"What, what are you going to do..."

Noen asked with a trembling voice.

"That’s the question I should ask you, Noen."

The old servant’s face twisted into a grimace as he interrogated,

"Where is your master? Noen, our master? Why haven’t you followed them, serving them!?"

The old servant’s questioning awakened long-forgotten memories in the young boy, whose resolve crumbled instantly.

"Ibia... the great master Ibia... he’s in prison."

Noen answered in fear.

For a moment, he deluded himself that the old servant would be satisfied with the answer and leave.

However...

The old servant’s hand, like a claw, suddenly grasped Noen’s neck.

"The master in prison, the master in prison, how dare you leave alone?!"

The old servant’s voice was shrill, his tone distorted.

Noen smelled a strong stench of decay.

"Come, follow me, Noen... go with me to the master, you must accompany the master, give him your blood when he thirsts, your flesh when he hungers."

The old servant tugged at Noen’s neck fiercely, grasping tightly, causing Noen to struggle for breath.

The young man desperately tried to stand firm, not moving, nor turning around.

The old servant noticed something, his decaying face revealing a twisted smile.

"What are you doing? Are you resisting me? Noen."

The old servant stared fiercely at his own son,

"I am the servant of the great and lesser masters, you are my son, you are my servant!

How dare you, a slave among slaves, forsake your master."

"No, no... let me go..."

Noen screamed in fear.

But no one could hear his voice.

The old servant noticed something, that withered hand grabbing the back of Noen’s head.

"Turn around, Noen, turn back."

In that ghastly sharp voice, Noen’s rationality slowly crumbled.

Fear invaded his soul, leaving no space for hope.

What am I even doing?

Noen trembled all over.

I am a slave, a son of a father... isn’t it right to obey?

Why... why stand still?

Noen, what are you fantasizing about, you slave?!

In fear, the young man berated himself.

He should turn back, he should follow his father and be a slave for his entire life.

The ghostly old servant sensed Noen’s waver.

"Turn back... follow me, let’s go to master Ibia, accept his taming, his servitude."

The old servant’s voice suddenly softened, seducing him,

"Turn back, Noen...

Just turn back, and I will grant you treasures you’ve never had before."

Noen asked with a tremor in his voice:

"What is it..."

Reflected in the mirror, the old servant smiled, a terror-inspiring grin.

"Father’s love."

Noen was completely stunned.

Father’s love...

Just to turn back, follow his father... then he could have this father’s love.

He was like a man dying of thirst spotting a source of water.

Even knowing it was a stagnant pool, he still desperately lunged towards it.

"Turn around and accept your father’s embrace."

The old servant released the grip on his neck and placed his hands on Noen’s shoulders.

Anyway...

He was just a slave, merely his father’s child.

If only...

He turned around.

Noen’s head slowly twisted, he was about to turn.

"Turn around... Father’s love... It is a treasure you have never had."

Suddenly,

Noen stopped.

"Yes... It is a treasure I have never had..."

Noen murmured softly.

The old servant’s words did not push him into the Abyss of fear, on the contrary, as soon as the words reached his ears, the dead ashes of hope reignited in his fearful heart.

Noen recalled the day the old servant died.

Until then, the old servant had never shown a shred of fatherly love.

Noen felt outraged, and tears fell.

"So..."

"You never gave me fatherly love!"

The old servant was stunned, feeling the surge of strength in Noen’s legs, unmoved no matter how much he pulled.

His face twisted fiercely and he said harshly,

"My child, what are you going to do?!"

Noen stood still, staring at the old servant in the mirror.

The young man gritted his teeth and uttered,

"I am not your child, I never was!"

"So who are you?! You are merely a slave of the Yibia Family, my slave. Have you forgotten the favor of my giving birth to you?"

The old servant’s body twisted grotesquely, the stench of decay emanating and his withered hands gripping Noen’s neck.

He was going to strangle Noen to death!

Noen’s breathing grew more rapid, and he fiercely pounded the old servant’s arms.

"So what are you?!"

The old servant roared, questioning his own son in a distorted voice,

"You despicable slave, an even more despicable slave than I!"

"If you are not my child,"

"Then whose child are you?!"

Noen’s neck was tightly gripped, as if in the next second, he was going to be strangled alive right here, becoming another wandering ghost.

If only he turned around, if only he submitted... he could escape.

The young man’s face was filled with anguish.

"I am..."

Noen roared:

"I am God’s child!"

At that hoarse roar, the old servant’s face showed utter astonishment in the mirror.

Noen watched his own reflection, seeing his eyes which held no trace of submission.

The faith in those eyes was unswerving unto death!

Suddenly, memories flickered through Noen’s mind,

The Priest had once told him that he carried the blood of the Logos people, those who lost their homeland must find their faith again.

He had already embarked on this path, how could he turn back?

He wasn’t turning back anymore.

With his unwavering conviction,

The memories in his mind shifted scene by scene,

Noen saw,

A Stone Slave boy, often beaten by his father, one day came to a deserted Temple, where the old Priest narrated about the other God.

In the Priest’s stories, love replaced enslavement, grace replaced whipping.

As he wavered before his faith, the Priest simply told him:

"You will suddenly realize, all coincidences in the obscurity are arrangements made by God for your faith."

Noen no longer paid attention to the old servant in the mirror.

The young man only looked at his own reflection.

At this moment, he realized.

"So..."

"I am God’s arrangement!"

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