The horrific memory, or trauma, was once nothing more than a simple psychological problem.

In his normal life in the past, this memory has gone away with the wind, and a normal person's life will not experience such a huge horror or endless sense of crisis.

He also believes that if he returns to his own world, this excesses will not occur frequently, because there is no chance for it to happen.

But in this world full of evil things, in this terrible world where there are strange and true gods, he knows that the path he will face will never be lacking in the two important elements of terror and danger.

If he frequently enters a state of rampage, if the Ring of Origin accelerates his symptoms so much every time after the fact, his spirit will sooner or later be swallowed up by that terrifying killing intent and destruction.

At that time, there is no need for him to even step out of the house, and countless sinister auras will come to the door by themselves, rushing to pull him into the endless abyss.

He doesn't even know if he can get out of that state completely when he can't control it next time!

He couldn't sit back and watch this happen, he couldn't tolerate himself becoming a terrible monster who only knew flesh and blood!

So he wrote a diary, and even if something like this really happened, he hoped that he would disappear into this world soon! That would be a relief for himself!

And the Ring of Origin is the magnet that attracts people, with such a legendary card ring as bait, there will be countless people rushing to fight, which can also minimize the harm they bring to the world!

He was just an outsider, but he didn't want to be a scourge of the world after he died.

He does not seek to become a saint and save every devout believer who lives a hard life, but he does not allow himself to be a horrible nightmare for all.

He couldn't say or do the words "when I die, let him flood", especially when he thought of Elizabeth's innocent gaze and the eyes of his teacher, Roy Natun.

In this world, there are countless people like them.

"From now on, it seems that going to church every day to pray is indispensable. ”

Looking at the seagulls shuttling in front of him, Andu muttered.

This is also what he can think of, the most effective way to suppress the horror in his heart at present, although the effect is not necessarily significant, but it is more or less better than now.

He was unwilling to sit still, as he told Elizabeth, he wanted to live.

"I want to see the beautiful world again.

I want to see Elizabeth get married and have children.

I'd like to hear Roy a few more times.

I want to see the day Tonali becomes Mayor of Halma.

I think...... There are many things I want to do, and there are many ......."

Andu stood by the sea, his eyes full of beautiful longing.

There was a faint pain in the wound on his left arm, and the wound that had been pierced last night still needed time to heal.

No one knows the road ahead, but Andu knows that he must restrain the terror in his heart before he can see what the future will look like.

Retracting the thoughts in his heart, he slowly turned around and saw Robert and Gao Fodri standing in the distance.

"I need to go to church. He smiled faintly and spoke to the two in the distance.

Without waiting for the other party's reaction, Andu turned and walked to the other side.

Robert followed him without saying a word, and Galford was only a beat slower, and then hurried to follow.

The noise of the street muffled the melancholy in his heart, and Andu looked at the passers-by with a relieved face.

He walked all the way down the street to the South End.

On Saturday, the Episcopal Church was bustling with people, and the church staff mingled with a large number of believers dressed in different clothes.

With a calm mood, Andu just walked into the church and saw a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

Walkley was in charge of a missionary work for a middle-aged woman who came to church to pray on her first day.

"The Lord teaches us not to be obsessed with anything, but to ......"

Walkley's whole body exuded a pious glow, and the middle-aged female believer also showed an intoxicated gaze, obviously Walkerley's words had touched her heart.

As if sensing something, Walkley flickered his gaze and found Andu standing in the doorway, staring directly at him.

"Let's stop here for today's mission, and I believe it will be very inspiring for you to go back and read this Bible a few more times. ”

Walkley carefully took out a Bible from the table beside him and handed it to the believer.

"Thank you, Mr. Missionary!" said the faithful gratefully.

Walkley smiled back, not correcting himself as a probationary pastor.

Andu stood quietly at the door, watching the believers leave with the Bible in their arms, and then slowly walked to Walkley's position.

"Why are you here?" said Walkley, surprised with a hint of delight.

"Can't I come?" Andu asked with a smile, then looked around with emotion.

"There are so many people in the church on Saturday!"

Walkley said proudly: "Although the number is not as large as the Episcopal Church, our long-term believers here are very religious!"

Andu nodded, thought for a while,

"Sinchel Community, there's nothing wrong with it, right?"

Walkerley's expression tightened, and he said seriously: "No, it's all normal!"

"That's good. ”

After confirming that Sinchel did not have other problems, Andu was also relieved in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head sideways to look ahead.

The statue of the twelve-winged angel stood there vividly, and Andu silently stepped forward and stood under the statue.

Walkley looked at him puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Andu shook his head invisibly: "Today, I am here to repent." ”

Walkley was shocked and hurriedly said,

"What's going on?"

Andu waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's just that I haven't repented of my sins for a long time." ”

Walkerley paused for a few seconds and sighed,

"Well, I still have some things, I'll come back to you later. ”

Walkley took a deep look at Andu, and finally had to reluctantly turn away.

Even if he wanted to step forward and say something, Andu's state obviously didn't want to talk to him.

Robert and Galford sat on stone benches outside the church, waiting in silence.

After waiting for half an hour, Gao Foderi, who had an impatient personality, finally couldn't help but say to Robert in front of him,

"What's wrong with him?"

Robert looked into the distance, without the slightest fluctuation, and said calmly,

"You should know better than I do. ”

Gao Fodri was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that he picked up Andu yesterday.

The doubts in his heart were not answered, and the barbarian's mood was inevitably a little anxious, but looking at the appearance of Robert in front of him, he obviously couldn't ask anything.

"Oh, what a trouble!" said Golfodrie, slapping his thigh in exasperation and angrily looking in the direction of the church.

......

Andu sat down at the end of the Angel of Punishment, the sword of Damocles held aloft directly above his head.

"Great Lord, I am guilty......"

He began to count his sins, as he had done before.

Whispering the Bible, his voice was pious and humble, eager to wash away his sins.

In this process, I don't know if it was the effect of my heart, or being in such a sacred and solemn environment, Andu felt that his restless heart began to get a trace of peace.

The mood like a mess of weeds gradually soothed, as if his soul was soothed, and Andu felt the horror in his heart gradually disappear, dissipating into the air like foam.

He chanted softly over and over again, and the people around him came and went, and came and went, and changed batch after batch, only he sat there with his head bowed, consistent, like a statue.

The depression in his heart passed with time, and beautiful scenes emerged, filling his heart that was empty and panicked after coming to this world.

The good time spent with Elizabeth, the frustration of listening to Roy's lectures, and the joy of killing Tonali on the Palmer flashed before his eyes like a slide.

The picture flowed, and the good times of just a month all resurfaced in his mind, like a stage opera, to the end of the play.

But after the last picture ended, Andu seemed to "see" a beam of light sprinkled in front of him.

I don't know if there was a malfunction or something in the church, all the lights suddenly went black at this moment, and it lasted for just over two seconds.

And Andu, who bowed his head and repented, didn't notice at all that the huge statue of the angel of punishment in front of him shook faintly at this moment when the church was pitch black.

The head of the Angel of Torture statue lowered slightly, quickly and slightly, and it actually opened its pair of stone eyes and looked at Andu in front of it!

In those pair of stone eyes, there were no pupils, but they seemed to have penetrated the endless void, stepped through the barrier of space and time, and looked into the depths of Andu's soul!

This direct gaze lasted only a short moment, but it seemed as if the concept of time had been suspended, as if countless years had passed.

This momentary staring, after a short period of speechless time, quietly faded, and the lights in the church finally returned to normal amid the panicked shouts of the believers.

When the whole church is surrounded by lights again, the statue has reverted to its previous appearance, as if it has never changed.

And Andu, who lowered his head, didn't know anything about the scene in front of him, and the scene in front of him returned to the world he once was.

The girl who was as bright as the sun, every smile seemed to be deeply engraved in his memory, and when it resurfaced in front of him, it was so familiar, but unfamiliar.

Scenes of the past quickly emerge and disappear, and the plot of the story is quickly pushed forward until the final scene arrives.

The girl lay on the hospital bed and looked directly at him one last time.

The cold palm that had almost no body temperature, when he held his hand lightly, the girl's last words were difficult.

"Live well. ”

The picture shattered, like a bronze mirror in the void, and collapsed until it was swallowed up by endless darkness, until a ray of sunlight shone on this void.

Elizabeth, Tonali, Roy, Walkley...... Familiar appearances appeared in front of his eyes again.

Witnessing the end of this "opera", Andu withdrew from the artistic conception of repentance and finally opened his eyes.

"I will, live well!"