Lannoth once gave a poor family a piece of gold.

The poor felt happy, and they were filled with respect and gratitude to the gods.

After building the small building, they suddenly wanted more gold, so they cautiously petitioned Lannoth again.

The benevolent gods still satisfied them.

After obtaining more gold, the family lived a very prosperous life, and they showed their smiles on their faces every day, and they no longer had the miserable appearance of before.

But with the gold and the money, they soon wanted a jewel from their neighboring village.

That gem was so precious that it was hard to buy.

Then they petitioned Rannoth, "Noble and great gods, please grant me the same jewel as theirs." ”

Lannoth still gave it all.

The gem was obtained, and the family's daughter made it into a headdress and put it on her head.

Every day enjoying the envious gaze of others and showing off everything you have.

When some people heard that they could get everything by asking for a prayer to the gods, they went to the temple and prayed to the statue of Rannoth.

As faith increased, so did Lennoth.

He gave every believer who came to pray what he wanted, but gradually, more and more people came, and the things he wanted became more and more strange.

"I want money. ”

"I want a house. ”

"I want to be in high society. ”

"I'm going to be a nobleman. ”

Suddenly, one day, he heard the wish of one of the believers—

"I want to be king. ”

"No, it's not just the king, I'm going to be the master, I'm going to be the master of the continent!"

"Even, if you could-"

"Great God, please let me be the most noble existence in this world, just like you!"

At that moment, the strangeness that had been deliberately ignored finally poured out from the bottom of my heart like a flood!

Lannoth, he found himself unable to do it.

Unsatisfied, he walked out of the temple scolding, and mocked—

"What god?!, is it so selfish when it comes to his godship?"

"If you can't do it, don't promise to make it happen from the beginning!"

"What a useless god!

- It doesn't make me happy at all!

He simply can't get others the happiness they want!

In an empty temple.

He was the only one.

Alone in all of this.

He pondered how to fulfill his mission as a god.

He embraces everything, loves all in the world, and he wants everyone to be happy.

To this end, he could endure eternal loneliness.

Imprisoned in a heaven and earth, imprisoned in this empty temple.

Just look at the happy smiles on everyone's faces.

One day, however, he was told.

He can't make others happy.

He's a useless god.

The belief that Lannoth had always held on to completely collapsed in that moment.

The negative emotions that have been suppressed for so hard finally have a chance to fight back!

The dark elements that grew from it constantly stimulated the boy's nerves, constantly mocking and insulting his ignorance and sorrow!

- But even so, I still want everyone to be happy.

With this persistence, he looked back on everything.

Searching for a way to eternal happiness.

*

It's too slow to have satisfaction a little bit.

The undead have a point.

But Lannoth was silent.

"Mentor Yogro. He said quietly, "It's late, it's time to go to bed." ”

The young man took off his robe and put it all on the man next to him, he smiled and said, "I'm sleepy, you can go back too, rest early." ”

"And what about your clothes?" Sophie pointed to the magic robes.

Lannoth said, "Give it to me again tomorrow in class." ”

After he finished speaking, he smiled softly, and then left the courtyard directly.

Sophie blinked, then yawned, and it just so happened that she was full and sleepy.

For Sophie, happiness is being able to eat and sleep, and it is very satisfying!

*

Lannoth didn't know what he was feeling.

He had been given a good method, but he was reluctant to use it.

Why?

When he became one with the darkness, he could no longer deceive himself.

In the woods blown by the breeze, the fallen leaves danced wildly, and the dark purple mist overflowed from the necklace, devouring the flower spirits flying around it.

Lannoth clenched his fists, his breathing was struggling, and the dense beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his expression was slightly terrifying at this moment.

Why don't you want to use it?

Why is there a lot of resistance after getting the method of the undead?!

Lannoth covered his eyes, and he crouched down, trembling.

It wasn't until the sky became bright and dark that he revealed a pair of scarlet eyes.

- because.

He hated it so much.

Hate that everything that used to be empty water!

Hate his kindness for not being respected!

Hating everyone and being insatiable is like filling a black hole!

Hate that everything in the world is so complicated, but he can't understand it!

Hate ——! more

An undead.

A guy who has died.

On what grounds-

Can you say those words?!

Why do you see it more thoroughly than him?!!

Why?!

Aren't the gods trying to fulfill all the wishes of people?!

Why would he be told now that his mercy had become a murderer?!

Why did the God of Light choose Himself but refuse to completely remove his darkness?!

If it weren't for these dark elements, if it weren't for these negative emotions, he would never have such a deep hatred.

Tears welled up in his eyes.

He had long been disgusted by the light elementals, and he could only rely on the darkness that had been bred by them, listening to their taunts and being at their mercy!

The only mentor who wants to save can't be saved!

Even though he knew that it was the undead who played the role of the mentor, he still transferred some resentment to it!

Why resent?!

It's not that it deceives itself.

Rather—

Lannoth wept in despair—

He resented that he couldn't save Mentor Yugro, and he resented the powerlessness that he couldn't get back.

He is a god, but he can't control everything.

Why not play it more like a little!?

Why should he be aware of the fact that he is really powerless and unworthy of being a god?!

Anger is a very despicable thought, and Lannoth knows that he has gone too far, but at this moment, he can no longer restrain and suppress himself.

Cover your mouth tightly, don't cry, and slam your fist to the ground to vent the pain that has accumulated for hundreds of millions of years!

The sarcasm in his head was still there, and the dark elementals chuckled.

It's like watching the incompetent rage of a loser.

"Useless Lennoth, useless. ”

"You were born in darkness, and no amount of kindness and tenderness you wrap yourself in can hide your filthy jealousy and resentment. ”

"Lannoth, do you really like the cleanliness of the little undead?"

"No, that's jealousy. Envy of that soul, envy that it is loved by the elements of light, envy that it is free and does not have to carry anything. ”

"Are you really trying to save Sanjay and Nafi? No, you're selfish, you just want them to die and you've made up a lie for yourself. ”

"Do you really want to keep Shanna from going back to the way she used to be? No, Lannoth, you're just taking revenge, and you're flaunting your reasons so high-sounding. ”

"Do you really hate yourself for not being able to save Mentor Yugro? No, you're just hating the feeling of being in control of everything but finding yourself out of your own hands! You're not really saddened by Mentor Yugro's death! You're just resentful that your hypocritical selfishness isn't satisfied!"

"Hypocrisy, disgusting. ”

"It's disgusting, that's God, that's you. ”

When the words disappeared, Lannoth's eyes widened in horror!

Because, the words just now were the real thoughts that came from the bottom of his heart!

It's not the dark element that's talking.

Rather—

Himself.

There's nothing more desperate than that.

Those negative emotions have completely swallowed up the heart.

At the moment when he learned of the death of Mentor Yugro.

His belief that he could change everything died with the news of his death.

Obviously, there is still a glimmer of hope to be able to tell yourself that you can save others.

But now—

The facts told him that he could not do anything.

He's just a hypocrite.

A hypocrite who is carried away by jealousy but refuses to admit that he hates the undead.

He hated the undead when he was supposed to belong to the light element, but the dark element, which was born of negative emotions, said- [Lannoth, I like it.] ]

Ridiculous, and sarcastic.

[The light elemental hates you, so it's not you who donate blood.] ]

[But your heart, already in the temple, has begun to rot and stink.] ]

*

He couldn't be suppressed any longer.

He let the negativity run wild.

He lets the dark elementals fly.

He wept, as if he wanted to drain all these hundreds of millions of years of tears!

The blood is cold, the body is cold, everything is cold!

He stared at this cold world, where there was no clean place.

Even the gods are so dirty.

But when the dead heart smiled mockingly—

Suddenly it was as if something had pressed the pause button.

Stunned.

Because—

Suddenly, he heard a startled girl's voice coming from behind him—

"Lan ...... North?"

Familiar girl voice.

That's the true sound of the dead.