Snow on January 14

It's not a delusion, my leg is really hurting.

The bones that I broke last month haven't grown yet, and I can feel the soreness and numbness there, like bones are growing. But somewhere else still doesn't feel it.

It's a miracle.

Snow on January 15

How did the miracle happen?

My gut tells me that it might have something to do with viral videos on campus online.

Snow on January 16

I went to ask my neighbor to borrow a computer.

When I opened the viral video, that feeling returned.

Headache, nausea, want to throw up, ache all over the body.

It hurts, it hurts, but my leg hurts too...... It's a miracle.

In fact, after watching it for a long time, I don't think those monsters are so scary. I even feel that they are gods, saviors, and that I should believe in them, that I should be with them.

When I got home, I found that I was able to move on all four of my toes and regained some sensation in my legs.

However, the fracture doesn't hurt much.

By the way, when my mother came home, she seemed surprised to see me hanging.

She said my face seemed to be a little different.

A little different?

Snow on January 17

When I asked my neighbor to borrow a computer, he looked at me with some disdain and disgust, but finally agreed.

Those viral videos that popped up out of nowhere could really treat me.

I can already lift my legs slightly.

In the chat group that I haven't had for a long time, some classmates are saying that this is a demon virus that has spread from hell, so our school has not been able to solve it.

I'm a little angry. It is not a demonic creation, but a gospel for the gods. I am willing to serve Him, I am willing to believe in Him, and I am willing to give everything I have for Him.

Mom said my face had changed again and told me not to go out tomorrow.

She seemed scared, why?

Snow on January 18

I stole the computer.

I have been serving my gods, and it is painful, but I feel peace.

In what language should I pray to my deity?

Mi…… What?

I'm not religious enough. When I'm religious enough, God will reveal it to me.

By the way, I can stand up.

Snow on January 19

Mi gardas…

Forgive me, O God, for not being able to receive the name of God's revelation.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Snow on January 20

They defile the Apocalypse, they say they want to destroy the Apocalypse, how dare they, how dare they, how dare they.

Mi gardas…

I seem to be crazy.

I actually went to school and wanted to kill the people who were trying to destroy the Apocalypse.

I don't know if I killed him or not, but when I stood behind him and saw the family photo on his desk, I suddenly came to my senses.

(crossed out) as if I changed the action of "stabbing" to "knocking...... Let's hope he survives.

(crossed out) I'm really crazy. God gave me divine revelation, healed me, and got me back on my feet, and I couldn't resist the faith that power brings, and I couldn't control my faith in my gods. I know, I understand, but I can't resist, I even feel joy and joy from the bottom of my heart, I want to embrace pain, embrace death, sing of madness and decay, howl of killing and freedom.

The mirror has a monster.

Mi gardas…

Snow on January 21

I will go and serve the Most High God.

Mi gardas Kapri…

……

This is the last diary.

……

This is the gods.

That's pollution.

That's what a fanatic believer is.

Pollutants are corrupt, dying creatures, but they also have the most powerful and incredible life force in the world.

Even crushing, scorching, and radiation can't kill them, and the "disease" of a mere half-body paraplegia is nothing in the face of polluting forces?

So, Sherren Sen, the "waste man", willingly embraced the polluting power of pain.

"I see, is that so?" Caroline looked down at the journal that had fallen to the ground and muttered to herself.

If it weren't for this pollution incident, she wouldn't have known that there was such a hidden secret in the so-called "car accident".

His father was a murderer at large.

And those who had been hurt by his father, in turn, were angry and hurt upon him, tooth for tooth, blood for blood.

He silently accepted revenge, perhaps for cowardice, perhaps for atonement.

He thought that he would spend his life in such peace, but he didn't expect that the power of pollution would heal him and corrupt him.

It's a miracle, but miracles come at a price.

His spirit and body were distorted and polluted, and he uncontrollably believed in his gods, falling into the abyss with the mad gods—though he understood that his gods never cared about the beliefs of the ants.

Caroline has killed a lot of pollutants, but most of the pollutants she encounters in the Cold Leaf Forest are mutated and crazy animals, which makes her perception of pollutants only stay in a superficial understanding, and she always feels that they are similar to zombies, mutant beasts and the like.

For the first time, she really felt the heaviness.

and powerlessness.

Watching a person step into madness and powerlessness.

But in the next second, her gaze was firm again.

This polluter is hopeless.

Kill him to prevent the contamination from spreading again.

It is the best salvation for him.

……

"You shall be a fanatical believer in the gods, you shall serve the gods with devotion, you shall prostrate yourself under the gods, and you shall offer your spirit, your blood, and your flesh to the gods." With his head down, Sheron Sen quietly stared at the squirming woman at her feet, and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Mi gardas Kapri..."

He still hadn't been able to get the full revelation.

But it doesn't matter, even incomplete believers can spread the glory of the gods.

At his feet, the girl let out a muffled howl, and her body quickly mutated and decayed, turning into a half-fish, half-sheep rotting pollutant in the blink of an eye.

It howled lowly, its pupils glowing bloodthirsty red, and writhed, reflexively crawling towards the others.

"No, don't come, don't!" The fat-headed, big-eared man slumped on the ground, watching in horror as the pollutant crawled towards him.

He got up on his hands and feet, trying to run away, but soon slipped and fell to the ground because he stepped on the slippery blood, and his nose and eyes were swollen.

The pollutant crawled from behind him onto his body and began to chew on his flesh.

Amid the screams, wails, and cries of despair, the man's struggle weakened, and the curses and curses became feverish prayers of joy—and he became a pollutant.

Finally, it dragged its bloodied body and uttered a pious prayer along with the monster that had devoured it: "Mi gardas Kapricornon."

Schellen looked at everything in front of him and smiled happily and maniacally.