Only God
Chapter 300 - 258: Grandson of the Wine God

Chapter 300: Chapter 258: Grandson of the Wine God

The ghost shivered all over.

She had never imagined that one day she would be frozen in place, like a cat catching a mouse, terrified by this mysterious woman.

Sola made her way leisurely from behind her, lifted her hand, and leisurely placed it on the rotting corpse’s head.

The ghost’s body leaned crookedly, her clothes decaying like brittle chips, her pale, putrid face, a soul filled with curses and resentment, mouth agape, her eyes hollow with fear—she couldn’t say anything as Sola held her simply in hand.

In this world, some people’s obsessions are too deep, causing them to defiantly refuse to return to the ancient wood, and thereafter transform into lone, malevolent ghosts, bringing calamity upon the area.

"Have you witnessed a miracle?"

Sola asked in a deep voice.

The ghost trembled coldly in her grasp.

A miracle...

When she used to bring disaster upon the area, she had seen countless people pray in fear to the Water God and other divine entities. Laughing, she tormented these individuals to death, allowing them to experience the same humiliating death as her.

She had never seen any miracles occur.

"Tell me, do you believe in miracles?"

And the woman beside her cut through her thoughts with just a glance.

The spirit of the ghost trembled all over.

What used to be the familiar Secret Forest now felt so alien—those paths that once brought terror to others now brought fright to her.

Who, after all, was the ghost?

Sola walked slowly forward, leading the soul deeper into the Secret Forest.

And behind them, as the soul moved further away, the rotting corpse thudded to the ground.

"Long, long ago, there was a group of people who enjoyed endless grace.

They were the earliest mortals of the world, yet they committed great sins..."

Sola strolled along, recounting the ancient tales to the ghost in her hand.

With each word, the ghost’s face twisted horribly with immense pain, her eyes showing both horror and pleading.

She felt each word burning into her soul like a red-hot pair of tongs.

The tales once chanted by True Believers and the people of Logos, as told by Sola, contained a mysteriously immense power.

The ghost twisted violently, her entire soul trembling madly.

On the twisted and complex forest paths, Sola walked as if on flat ground, carrying the ghost, whose voice of the story led them to a decrepit village.

Coming to this destroyed village, a place so familiar, now became a nightmare realm due to Sola.

Sola looked around and asked:

"Tell me, do you believe in miracles?"

The ghost shivered in the cold.

She felt the restrictions on her loosen a bit, allowing her to speak.

"I do—I believe—I believe in God!"

The ghost erupted in torment, pleading and screaming madly.

Only to hear the woman ask indifferently:

"...are you sinful?"

Desperate for a shred of life, the ghost called out tremblingly:

"I am sinful! I am sinful!"

Sola looked at her, word by word saying:

"Then...

the price of sin, is death."

The ghost stiffened in an instant.

Sola’s fingers moved slightly, tightening around her, the sensation of suffocation crawling up the ghost’s neck.

"You shall await a great judgment,

and until then,

you shall live in fear the way you brought fear to others.

And when that day arrives,

You, too, would descend into Hell and suffer,

for the judgment is from God, and God is just."

Solamus slowly tightened his palm; a faint glow appeared in his hand, constantly burning the evil ghost.

In the Secret Forest,

a wine-colored dense fog surged from the depths and stopped in front of Solamus.

The fog gradually gathered, forming a creature that was half man, half goat, a kind created by the Wine God.

First, the creature’s gaze rested on the tortured female ghost, and then it fixated on Solamus.

"I know you are the daughter of the Water God, revered by the Priests of Ten Thousand Waters as the Holy Maiden.

And I, Heron, am a grandson of Wine God Sibos, with the blood of the Divine flowing through me, a part of Their grand lineage."

The creature spoke slowly, earnestness in its gaze,

"Your hand holds my wife, who was hanged by the villagers, thus becoming a lonely ghost in this world. Forgive our transgressions, and hand her over to me, so we might be reunited."

Solamus looked at him and couldn’t help but smile.

The creature was unperturbed by her mockery and occasionally glanced at his tormented wife.

"Is it because you are Sibos’s grandson that you can keep this soul in this world without the Death God reaping it?"

Upon hearing Solamus’s question, Heron slowly nodded,

"I knew my wife would become a wandering ghost,

but if she went to the Netherworld, we would have to part forever.

Even though I bear Divine Blood, I remain a mere mortal, so I kept her here,

and her killing was only to gather souls as substitutes for her death, to lessen her agony in the Mortal World.

These incidents occur but once every decade,"

Heron pleaded in his explanation.

Yet Solamus detected an air of entitlement.

A female ghost who had terrorized an area for decades, surely her origins were not simple.

Now the truth lay before her, all because of her husband, the grandson of Wine God Sibos.

In the eyes of this Demigod, the brutal deaths of countless mortals weighed little.

Solamus slowly raised her hand.

Heron’s pupils constricted; he watched his wife struggle painfully in Solamus’s grip and then let out a dreadful wail that echoed through the Secret Forest.

The crows circling above the forest scattered in terror from the wail.

"What, what are you doing?!"

Heron demanded thunderously,

"I am a grandson of Sibos, and the woman in your hand is..."

Before he could finish...

Heron suddenly felt a strong suction force.

Solamus raised her other hand and elegantly waved it in midair.

Heron suddenly lost his palpable grip; he felt an intense unreality around him.

Then...

He sharply turned his head and saw his half-man, half-goat body collapse backward.

His soul was being ripped from his body, and it happened almost without warning! He had no chance to struggle!

Heron’s eyes burst with belated panic.

As he neared Solamus’s palm,

Amidst immense terror, Heron screamed with all his might:

"Sibos!"

The divine name of Wine God Sibos...

In ancient legends, after Wine God Sibos created the creatures, he mated with the female creatures for thirty-seven days and nights.

The sweat that dripped to the ground turned into aromatic wine.

And to protect these Demigod offspring, he granted them the power to call upon the name of Sibos.