Pray to the gods

Whether it was morning or late at night,

Loya would always come to the cathedral at a time when there was no one around, just like now.

Of course, just hatred for the so-called “God” and wanting to kick Him hard and spit on Him were not enough to support his daily visits to the statue.

Loya took a deep breath, and the echo of his breathing could be heard in the prayer hall.

In the cold and deep surroundings, at this moment, even the air seemed to turn into pairs of eyes, gazing at him intently.

Enduring the resistance in his heart that he could never get rid of in this lifetime, he reached out his hand.

The moment his palm touched the statue of the Virgin Mary,

sparkling brilliance escaped along the outline of the grey stone statue, emitting an incredible soft light.

It was magic.

Loya himself had no magic.

As a transmigrator, he did not have the innate magic adaptability and various talents of the local natives.

People who did not belong to this world would not be accepted by the magic system of this world.

This was precisely why he had to rely on others in every previous reincarnation.

If it weren’t for the help brought by “Swan Lake” in the beginning, perhaps Loya would not have realized the truth that this world was constantly repeating its end, and would have remained a muddled guinea pig.

Now he was a conscious guinea pig.

However, no matter what kind of guinea pig, whether it was for experimental observation or for raising for fun, the necessary survival information was needed. It was impossible not to eat or drink.

And in this world, one could not be without magic.

Although a transmigrator himself had no magic talent and could not generate magic, he could resonate with the statue as he was doing now to obtain a fixed amount of magic every day.

It was like logging into a game every day to claim stamina.

It was euphemistically called the “compensation” that God gave to the savior.

For Loya, it was simply a kind of torture.

He maintained the posture of touching the statue until the strange warmth that permeated him from head to toe, and the disgusting sense of holiness, completely disappeared before he slowly opened his eyes again.

Withdrawing his hand, he looked around again to make sure there was no one there.

It wasn’t that he was too neurotic.

When he had only reincarnated a few times, he had unknowingly resonated directly under the statue in the Florence Square in public, which caused a great sensation.

At first, he was loved as the chosen saint, but after the rumors spread, the Church authorities thought that he was shaking the people’s hearts and affecting their rule, so they nailed him to the cross and burned him under trumped-up charges, and he restarted at the speed of light.

This was also why he had to choose a time when no one was around to come to the cathedral ever since.

Every time after receiving his magic, Loya would wipe his hands with a prepared handkerchief, then throw it away, spit at the God to express his respect, and then leave.

But today, he was not in a hurry to turn around and leave this place that he would only enter while secretly pinching his nose.

Standing under the statue of the Virgin Mary, he looked up.

Although it was not as magnificent and tall as the statue in the public square, the statue of the Virgin Mary, which was more than five meters high, still made Loya look small.

“Hey, God.”

Loya folded his arms and chuckled lightly,

“I know you still won’t pay attention to me, but it doesn’t matter, because today is the last day.”

Saying that, he paused, as if waiting for the statue’s response although he knew that the Virgin Mary statue would not speak no matter how many times he came to see it.

However, not paying attention did not mean not being concerned.

Loya knew that the God with the extremely evil nature was watching him at all times.

He could see everything he did, and even knew what he thought in his heart.

He slowly raised his left hand and said loudly with a tone of boasting:

“Take a good look, this is the ‘Divine Grace Blessing’ that you gave to Kalandria. After I got it, it didn’t disappear.”

Along with his words, the back of his hand, which was originally empty, outlined a crystal pattern under the condensation of magic light spots.

The lines were simple and beautiful, and if you looked closely, you would find that it faintly emitted silver light.

To be precise, it was not “gotten.”

Kalandria’s seal on her left hand did not disappear because of this, but the light it condensed was fainter than it should have been.

In fact, this was at the cost of weakening the blessing of the original Divine Grace holder and dividing it to Loya.

Becoming a companion with the chosen children who possessed the “Divine Grace Blessing,” working together with them to build deep bonds, and thus using the blessings held by his partners.

This was the only thing Loya could rely on as the “savior.”

Borrowing the power of his companions to complete the other world entrusted by the god to save was also the goal he had firmly believed in.

We unite! Save the world together!

——Sounds very beautiful, right?

In fact, scattered it’s stars, gathered it’s ash.

Countless failures had long made Loya see through this fact saving the world, at least with the current team, was impossible at all.

To summarize the factors of failure, the reasons were on these unreliable companions.

It was because of them that he was trapped in the other world, destined to perish and constantly reincarnate, like a curse.

God’s promise that “if you succeed, I will let you return to your original world with all the blessings” was just a scam tactic from Myanmar’s version of the other world.

He would never be able to return to his original world, to see his parents and younger sister not to mention “retiring as a savior and enjoying a successful life by randomly cheating.”

Regret.

And despair.

And hate.

He hated the god who threw him into another world.

But, now it was different.

Loya savored the depression that had lasted for a long time, and looked at the shining magic pattern of blessing on the back of his hand again.

Suddenly, he couldn’t help but laugh out loud:

“Hehe, even if you are a god, I’m afraid you didn’t expect it.

After borrowing the ‘Divine Grace Blessing,’ even if you leave the original owner of the blessing, this power will not disappear——there are loopholes in the ability rules you set.”

The Virgin Mary statue did not respond to his mockery,

but Loya could already imagine that in an invisible place, He was already secretly biting His sleeves and regretting “how did I let him pick up the leak.”

Normally, people would think that if they met powerful partners, whether they borrowed power for their purposes, hoped to get help, or had accumulated trust and bonds with each other emotionally, they would not easily abandon each other along the way.

Loya had also thought so.

But in this reincarnation, he tried it and found that even if he left, as long as he didn’t return it, the borrowed “Divine Grace Blessing” could continue to be retained on his body.

Loya, who had already made up his mind, chuckled coldly:

“As long as I use the past methods to casually deceive the trust of those dragons and phoenixes among people, and get all the blessings you gave, I can be the ‘savior’ myself.

Please, watch carefully, dear God I will break your damn sandbox and f*ck your reincarnation! I will, leave this hellish place!”

Although it made no difference to speak to the air, only by standing in front of the statue could Loya fully experience this sense of joy.

It was like a liberation, venting his long-standing dissatisfaction with the statue was simply more enjoyable than jacking off.