When you feel that even being cut into a thousand pieces is not enough to atone for your sins, perhaps... the Hilichurls is your final destination!
When the will of the Divine completely finalized its decision... a sudden wave of panic arose in the hearts of all humans across the world.
They did not know exactly what was about to happen, but it was like how various animals with keen senses begin a great migration before an earthquake.
This was the instinct of all living beings!
At the same time, the Holy Son of Heaven suddenly looked up, staring in shock at the Eye of the Azure Heaven above, his eyes hollow as he unconsciously murmured:
"The hymns you celebrate with sin shall turn into thorns eternally entwining your souls."
"This shall cause the pupils of wisdom to burn incessantly within the eyes of ignorance."
"Until the stars become silent, mute gravestones..."
The aide, Tendou Kikunojou, who had rushed over, happened to hear the Holy Son of Heaven interpreting the song as if he had just listened to a divine oracle. His entire old face twisted in shock, and he questioned the Holy Son of Heaven with a voice bordering on madness: "What exactly are you rambling about?"
"Quickly, tell me you were just joking! Tell me now!"
Tendou Kikunojou could not suppress the panic in his heart and roared in despair.
The Holy Son of Heaven ignored the distraught aide, having already burst into tears without realizing it.
Then.
The Holy Son of Heaven pushed Tendou Kikunojou away, knelt on the ground weeping, and prayed toward the Eye of the Azure Heaven hanging over the mortal world: "God, I know that the mortal world is already entangled by filth."
"I also know that our sins are unforgivable."
"However, could you grant us sinners one last chance?"
"After all, there are still good people in the mortal world struggling to survive in this quagmire..."
Aside from a few individuals like the Holy Son of Heaven who could hear the will of the Azure Heaven, most people were just ordinary folks living in confusion.
They stared dumbfounded at the miracle, regarding it as divine grace.
They were either excitedly kneeling to beg for the protection of the Divine, or they believed that the Divine was about to begin saving the world... In the Suburbs of Tokyo, Elder Matsuzaki led his adopted children out of their crude, dirty shelter and also gazed at the sky.
"Elder, is the Divine here to save us?"
"Elder, Elder, if we pray, will the Divine grant us food?"
Elder Matsuzaki stared blankly at the Eye of the Azure Heaven, tears streaming down his face without him realizing it.
O Divine, have you finally grown tired of the sins of the mortal world and are about to bring down the Great Judgment?
In this era plagued by demons and monsters, the more virtuous a person was, the more sorrowful and heartbroken they became.
Even if a Holy Mother descended and gave birth to the Deliverer.
The Deliverer, looking upon this era swept by dark catastrophe, would also shed bloody, crimson tears.
Elder Matsuzaki snapped back to reality amidst the children's calls, then pulled them down to kneel and pray: "Children, pray and call out to the Divine Lord."
"Pray that the Divine Lord grants us a perfect new world."
"Call out! Call out for the new era that is about to arrive."
Matsuzaki, who was only middle-aged but already looked weathered and ancient, had adopted only a dozen or so Cursed Children, yet he could barely keep them from starving to death.
Furthermore, he could only watch helplessly as more children lost their breath in despair.
Because he was only one person.
And his strength was limited.
However, when a soul inherently devoted to good repeatedly witnesses such darkness, how could his heart not be riddled with holes?
If he hadn't been unable to bear abandoning the children he adopted, he would have long since left this world that was so cruel to him.
God, I hate that you didn't come sooner, so that not so many children would have died in despair.
God, I am grateful that you have descended upon the world.
Because, from now on, no more children will die in despair... In a sewer.
A mother holding her scarlet-haired Cursed Child kissed the child gently after locking eyes with the Eye of the Azure Heaven.
"God! Protect my daughter, Iris, and let her live freely without worries in the beautiful new world..."
Iris, in Greek, means rainbow, symbolizing hope and beautiful promises.
This was a mother's earnest hope for her child.
However, when the child was born, the father nearly killed her.
It was the mother, having just given birth, who struggled desperately and managed to escape that so-called family with her child.
The child in her arms rubbed against her mother's cheek, her beautiful, ruby-like eyes filled with innocence: "Mommy, what happened?"
...[Do not despair, do not panic.]
Hermes ignored over ninety-nine percent of all life; the coldness in the Eye of the Azure Heaven was gone.
Instead, it gazed gently upon every shining soul.
To be able to emit such brilliant soulful radiance in a hellish world like this was enough to make even Hermes take notice.
[You shall all carry my blessing and live happily in the coming new world.]
The brilliant heavenly will grew increasingly gentle.
[I bless you with good health, and may your lives be peaceful, smooth, and fulfilling.]
[I bless you that, in the new era, you will not worry about food or fret about tomorrow.]
[May light always accompany your every day, and may darkness stay far away.]
As the voice ceased, boundless light enveloped every chosen person.
Those with physical defects were made whole in the light.
Those tormented by illness were completely cured.
The young and unable to earn a living were teleported beside the initial supplicant.
At the same time, the curse from the heavens thundered down!
In the Holy Son of Heaven's widened eyes, he saw Tendou Kikunojou, who had always acted like a loyal minister and brave general, now having black, coarse hairs first emerge from the wrinkled skin on the back of his hand.
Then, they rapidly spread.
The sudden, intense pain made Tendou Kikunojou howl madly.
His bones made a grinding, misaligned sound.
Then, his body was forced to hunch over, transforming toward a mindset more suitable for survival, more suitable for... a beast.
However, his consciousness was deliberately preserved, completely locked inside this beast's shell.
This allowed him to clearly feel his current state as a beast.
And he could only watch his body be dominated by bestial instincts... He tried to scream.
His vision began to peripheralize, the world faded of color, leaving only blurry light and shadow... Finally, what appeared before the Holy Son of Heaven was a hunched body covered in filthy black fur.
Beneath a pale, poreless bone mask was a pair of crimson eyes flashing with madness.
He turned into it.
Turning into a Hilichurls, dominated by bestial instinct!
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