Only God
Chapter 84 - 76: Abandoning Reason

Chapter 84: Chapter 76: Abandoning Reason

After laughing heartily, Antion leapt into the sea.

The event was sudden, and no one present had time to react.

He climbed up the long mast, the sea breeze striking him from behind, his lean body curling up as though plastered against the sail, and then he dived headlong, plunging with a splash into the sea.

Dertulian suddenly looked back, seeing Antion swimming away from the ship, laughing heartily as he went—the tragic spectacle of his kind devouring each other had finally shattered all the priest’s rationality.

Dertulian’s lips trembled, and he wanted to order a turn to haul Antion back aboard, but at that moment the sea breeze was too fierce. The ship pushed farther and farther away, and in the blink of an eye, they had been distanced.

At last, Antion slowly disappeared from everyone’s sight.

Watching this unfold, with the salty sea wind beating against his face, Dertulian bowed his head, murmuring helplessly:

"Lord, save us from this misery..."

From the day Antion jumped into the sea,

Dertulian’s will inevitably neared collapse.

Those who had once shared a common dream, soon after setting sail, were tormented by hunger into ghastly versions of themselves. Rationality magnified Antion’s fears, allowing his spirit to be shattered into pieces.

Dertulian saw all this clearly, and had tried to offer solace, but... in the face of this horrifying deadlock, how could such frail humanity struggle against the onset of mental breakdown?

Dertulian stood daily before an ever-depleting granary. It seemed as though the sea area had heeded the commands of the Gods. For over ten days, they had not caught even a single school of fish, only watching as the granary steadily thinned.

He stared long at the docile cow, uncertain how much longer the Gods intended to torment them.

The future was unknown, and that was the utmost despair.

Dertulian caressed the cow, to kill it meant defying the Gods, and once that happened, calamities would tear them all apart.

"We are the wheat of God..."

Dertulian murmured absentmindedly:

"The fangs of the world will grind us to pieces."

Dertulian had lost all strategies.

Although he still desperately upheld his will, his body... was nearly devoid of strength to struggle.

Dertulian caressed the cow, embracing its head.

"What should I do..."

For the first time, he felt so helpless and desperate.

No one could provide him an answer.

At last, Dertulian silently left the granary.

Night fell, the time for the Logos people to pray.

On deck, the Logos people gathered around Dertulian, kneeling on the slightly swaying ship, hands clasped, barely maintaining their willpower to not faint from hunger.

Dertulian took out the historical tablet given to him by Yarlessto before parting, his eyes locked on every word.

Prophet Al once said, "What was to be done has been done, now all we have left is our faith in God."

Dertulian chanted with everyone the Chapters on the tablet.

After this, he clasped his hands together and silently prayed with the Divine, seeking salvation.

But God had already departed...

Could He still save us?

Dertulian’s thoughts were in disarray, spotting his own heart wavering uncontrollably.

The tablet declared the arrival of Doomsday and the salvation of people, but those cold, unfeeling words could neither alleviate their hunger nor restore their steadily crumbling spirits.

Upon this vast sea, they were like wheat for the slaughter, mercilessly ground by despair.

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Antion drifted in the sea for a day.

Since drifting away from the oar-sail ship, his initial burst of energy relaxed, and he suddenly felt utterly weak.

Then, Antion no longer struggled; he spread his limbs, lying on the water surface, intending to sleep there and then sink to the sea floor to die.

Unexpectedly, he didn’t sink but began to float on the sea, perhaps because he had starved for too long and was too light.

Thus, Antion stretched out his limbs. He ceased to think, relying entirely on his animal instincts, and began to swim forward in the sea. He clearly knew he had gone mad, yet he had never felt so free.

He let go of any rational desire for survival. He no longer wished to be tormented by rationality.

The former Antion had recited countless times the songs about the rationality bestowed by the Gods. How much he once adored rationality, now he loathed it just as much.

For the current Antion, the ideal state of a person was to be a baby, innocent and desireless. To enjoy such happiness, one had to abandon rationality and revert to living like a beast.

He voluntarily abandoned reason, and he hoped to return to the days without reason.

Antion swam like a beast through the sea, relying on instinct to struggle and tasting the beauty of abandoning reason.

A beast only needs to eat, sleep, flee, pursue... beyond that, there is no need for other thoughts, such freedom, such happiness. Humans pride themselves on having reason, yet they have to endure more suffering in the world.

Antion swam and swam, and slowly, a small piece of land appeared on the sea surface not far away.

He stuck his head out, swaying from side to side like an ape, not knowing why a current surged behind him, pushing him toward that land.

That inexplicable current made one suspect that it was the mighty force of the Divine.

However, Antion didn’t think about it so much; a person who abandoned reason wouldn’t think so much.

After swimming for an unknown amount of time, Antion finally reached the shore. He slowly emerged from the water, stood on the land, and then jumped and roared in joy, celebrating his rescue like a monkey.

At that moment, a voice came from a distant place.

"Antion, your ordeal has come to an end. I, Kagawus, choose you to be my prophet, to do what I permit on Earth."

That voice was grand and majestic, filled with unfathomable mysteries and wisdom, drawing rational people to listen, ponder, and ultimately bow down.

Now, as the Divine King Shan En said, Antion was at the height of utter despair.

Why do the Gods of the Celestial Kingdom feel at peace giving humans despair?

Because the Gods never considered the people of Logos as the so-called children of God.

In the eyes of the Divine headed by the Divine King, how could humans be the children of God?

Humans and Gods are clearly worlds apart. Just as a tiger would not consider fragile wheat as its offspring.

Only a God could be the offspring of a God.

No matter how the people of Logos claimed themselves, the Gods never considered them as children of God.

Now,

the original will and belief of Antion had been destroyed,

Kagawus wanted to choose him to establish the faith of the Prophetic God on Earth.

Antion shook his head doubtfully, as if he hadn’t heard, wandering on the land, climbing a hillside, and gazing towards a nearby forest.

"Antion, I, Kagawus, choose you to be the first priest of the Prophetic Temple, to enjoy the glory I bestow upon you in posterity."

The voice came again, echoing in Antion’s ears.

Antion irritably scratched his ear, hopping towards the nearby forest.

Kagawus looked on in astonishment.

He didn’t know what had gone wrong...

This was not in line with his previous prophecy; could the Fate Line have changed again?

Antion reached the forest, where berries hung from trees, shimmering under the starlight, extremely enticing.

Kagawus stared intently at this young priest.

And then, the unimaginable happened.

Antion raised his hand, climbed a tree, and plucked a berry.

He devoured the berry in his hand, juice flowing all over his body, emitting an excited howl.

That howl did not sound like it could be made by a human; it was more like the cheer of a hungry beast after a satiating meal.

One, two, ten, hundreds, thousands... countless dark brown hairs grew from Antion’s body. He plucked one berry after another, savoring the sweetness of the berries, savoring the happiness of a beast.

He ate his fill, curled up his hairy body, and then slept in the broad canopy of the tree.

Antion had abandoned reason,

becoming a beast again, a primitive and happy ape-man.

Time always hastens through people’s hands, and any past will eventually become history.

History is occasionally remembered, and occasionally forgotten.

For the people of Logos, one piece of history is very well-known.

But no one would have thought that this piece of history had transcended time and space, affecting the present Kagawus...

A long time ago, just after a pale, prehistoric torrential rain had swept the earth, the apes who had gained language frantically watched their fur fall off bit by bit.

The bewildered and confused apes were terrified by this, kneeling before the flames, ceaselessly begging God for mercy.

He saw their frantic appearances,

and God said:

"Whoever wishes to be a beast, fur will grow upon their body."

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