Only God
Chapter 334 - 291: Murderer

Chapter 334: Chapter 291: Murderer

In the eyes of mortals, a year is the spring, summer, autumn, and winter, once gone by, it signifies a part of life has passed away, even for the Elves with the longest lifespans.

But for an Angel, a year is hardly worth mentioning.

Solamus wandered the earth, year after year, reaching the summits of snowy mountains, witnessing a primitive tribe gradually become a Kingdom, and also beholding the collapse of great nations, with their once-glorious achievements on the steles turning to fleeting smoke.

In the blink of an eye, two hundred years had passed.

The descended Angel traveled among the human Kingdoms, this race created by the Gods proliferating on the earth.

They once admired monarchy, daring even to regard the Monarch on the throne as a divine presence in this world. Yet, in the age when the Gods walked the earth, the once all-encompassing power of royalty was rendered nothing in the face of miracles. Once the chasms deemed insurmountable in the eyes of ants were shattered, what remained was only the terror that followed the shock.

Humans still stood upon the earth, for they had to live on, and one day, a new world would be built upon a new chasm.

Solamus saw all this.

She was like the watcher of mankind, witnessing the rise and fall of this race.

In these two hundred years, Solamus left unprecedented legends everywhere she went.

After leaving Mona, she first traveled to the farthest north, became a River Demon, ensuring the safety of a village and leading a young boy to the south, where he later achieved greatness.

Later, Solamus went to the place where human knowledge converged—the Sain Kingdom. In that loosely united Kingdom made up of many city-states, she became a revered Philosophy teacher, imparting truths of the world to her disciples until she was publicly tried for teaching knowledge that blasphemed the divine beings worshipped in the Sain Kingdom, leading to her exile.

Solamus left there, and before long, an expanding Beastman Kingdom set its sights on Sain, and she watched as they conquered the Sain Kingdom. The very public that judged her begged pitifully beneath the iron cavalry of the great nation, countless Philosophers thrown into flames. The knowledge that once echoed through the streets became a hidden part of history.

Through all of it, she did nothing.

Some people from the Sain Kingdom were displaced, lamenting their past mistakes upon the seas, and it was then that Solamus appeared before them, guiding them to different islands for refuge.

Decades later, a Poet wrote an epic about it, and in the Chapter of Sain’s destruction, there was this line:

"Sain perished, falling like a comet, yet from the sea rose miracles anew, and the path of knowledge endures eternally."

And those scattered from Sain brought their knowledge to various Kingdoms, known as the wanderers of knowledge.

Those who received the wanderers surprisingly found that, despite differing views due to the diversity of their schools of thought, their opinions on the sea’s miracle were strikingly consistent.

"Wanderers of knowledge, you spread far and wide, yet you all speak of the same miracle."

After her journey through Sain, Solamus once more traversed the world. At times she was an anonymous Maid, secretly aiding the rise of a Queen only to witness the latter’s demise by loneliness and suicide. Later generations, when perusing the history books, not only took note of the Queen but were also astonished at the recurrent figure of the nameless maid; at times she was an inconspicuous female Poet in the court, strumming the harp and singing a farewell song, attracting thousands of Nobles like moths to a flame, but none could get close to her. Those who sought her desires encountered bizarre events, and the stories of the Poetess became ghostly legends among the Nobles, passed down through generations; at times, she was a Witch Doctor wandering the lands, eccentric and oddly dressed, yet able to heal afflictions far better than any Priest in the Temple, her tales of the afterlife so mystically divine...

For two hundred years, Solamus wove through the history of various places.

In this era, due to geographical barriers and a lack of communication, the histories of different city-states and nations intermingled yet remained distinct from each other. However, Solamus’s figure traversed freely through the histories of various places.

Among the wandering scholars, she was a miracle on the seas, the Spirit Light of the heavens.

In the far north, she was known as the Ever-Boiling River.

In the southern archipelagos, she was the legend of the foolish girl who gave away wealth; anyone who saw her would receive a substantial amount of money.

And in the great nation of Maractolis, she was hailed as the wisest of the wise, the Philosopher of philosophers.

Within different histories...

Solamus played various roles, the only constant being that she met countless Divine beings and recounted to Them, time and time again, the descending Kingdom, the Heavenly City.

Under the thick ink-like night, the stars in the sky dimmed, and clouds obscured the heavens as a murderer trembled in fear, lying among the weeds and straw.

"Ha... heh..."

He slightly lifted his head, looking ahead to confirm there was no one in pursuit, and at last, he took long, rough breaths of relief.

Marlow, a young man who had just turned twenty this year, had killed someone—an innocent person. He still killed them because he thought they must have been wealthy, and he desperately needed the money, for his mother was sick.

"Dammit, dammit..."

Marlow raised his head, staring intently at the night sky above, his hands and feet growing ice-cold.

The clouds were widespread, the stars hidden within, leaving only a sparse twinkling of lights.

"Oh Gods... don’t let that ghost haunt me anymore..."

Facing the stars above, Marlow hastily prayed.

Murder was not painful. Marlow remembered how easy it was to kill; with one swing of his hammer, the victim’s skull caved in and he died within a few breaths.

But the guilt that followed was the most torturous. Marlow clearly remembered that he had killed.

And his mother, in the end, was not saved.

Now Marlow was haunted by a ghost. Ever since he killed, he would occasionally encounter eerie scenes like chairs moving suddenly, lamps inexplicably extinguishing, and a pair of eyes flickering in and out of the shadows... All these scenes made Marlow suspect that he was being haunted by a ghost.

Marlow was terrified and lived every day in the city-states with heightened anxiety, until one day, he could no longer bear it. He fled the city-states, distancing himself far from the home he once knew, in hopes of shaking off the ghost that followed him.

Thus, he wandered into the desolate wilderness, and he always remembered that he had committed a sin, that he had killed.

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