Infinite Terror: This Middle Continent is Rebellious

Chapter 154 Inner Demon Tribulation

Unfortunately, due to the lack of the most critical human completion plan, it is impossible to achieve sainthood quickly.

Wen Lie thought it was a pity, but he didn't feel it was really a pity. After all, quick success usually means being weaker than the same level.

Moreover, if he is just a junior saint, it is too rubbish. He has very high standards.

Wen Lie walked towards the passage calmly.

While you haven't reached the fourth level yet, you can lead out the mental loopholes in advance and fill them up. Then the mental demons after the fourth level will not be a problem.

He had no reason to refuse to do so.

Moreover, Wen Lie also wanted to know what kind of spiritual flaws he could have, as he had always lived a very free and easy life.

He took a step between the two lion-head statues.

“O Lord, do not rebuke me in your anger, nor punish me in your fierce wrath…”

Recalling the Bible he had memorized before, Wen Lie recited the verses of the first Psalm.

Before he finished speaking, the air around him began to distort, and Wen Lie fell into a state of confusion, half asleep and half awake, as if he was awake and also in a dream, his body and mind falling into different worlds.

His body slowly walked forward while reciting the psalm of repentance. His spirit seemed to have sunk into the deepest part of the sea of ​​consciousness, and his memory gradually degenerated, returning to the days before the main god space.

The mundane life of mediocrity, the poor background that cultivated a repressed character, and the routine work finally saved enough money to allow the family of three to own a house in this small city.

After settling down, Wen Lie, who refused to get married and have children to add pressure on himself and harm the next generation, has already planned his future life. Although it is a life with a foreseeable end, there is no risk or pressure.

Until that piece of information appeared in front of him.

【Want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to really...live? 】

YES–or–NO

If he chooses NO, he will continue to live an ordinary and peaceful life. If he chooses YES, he will enter a world where death is always around.

It is not that tiring. Although it is calm, the days pass by without you noticing. Being ordinary is also a kind of happiness.

The long desert journey, the heavy werewolf claws, the killing in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, the punch in the rain, the decisive blow of the two strongest men.

Yes.

Sitting in front of the computer desk, Wen Lie's eyes were brighter than ever. He chose to give up his ordinary life and race against death.

"Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man to whom the LORD does not impute sin, and in whose spirit there is no deceit."

There is nothing that cannot be let go. Wen Lie is not Zheng Zha, not Zhao Yingkong, not Zhan Lan. His inner demons are not in the past, his obsession is in the future.

Suddenly, an invisible taste of fear spread from the tip of my tongue.

"What...have I been through?"

Confusion, bewilderment, and panic rose in his heart. Wen Lie's memory was like a spoon inserted into it, taking away a large piece of the whole cake, and the feeling of losing memory became stronger.

That day on Elm Street, the 24 hours of experience were like seeing flowers in the fog. The images I saw through the memory beads had no real sense of personal experience, and my empty heart produced an extremely strong sense of loss.

The scenes he had seen in the memory beads became blurred little by little. Wen Lie's memory was like a piece of white paper full of words, with an eraser rubbing on it, erasing a large piece of memory.

The blank space gradually expanded, and the past created by one's own hands disappeared bit by bit. Those were the memories burned when the holy weapon was used.

"Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love; according to your great compassions blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin."

It cannot be recovered, can never be possessed again, and the burned memories will never come back.

If you can let go, can you get it? If you can't get it, this is the price you pay.

You can't let go and you can't get it. This is a mistake you made with your own hands and you can never make up for it.

"Hear my prayer, O Lord, and let my cry come before you. Incline your ear to me in the day of my distress, and do not hide your face from me. Answer me quickly in the day when I cry."

There was a huge void deep in Wen Lie's heart, and this void expanded rapidly, eroding Wen Lie's memory.

The Breath of God spoke to him a reality with soundless words, showing him his future.

He will continue to lose his memory. The memories he created with his own hands will be lost bit by bit. There is no way to repair them. This is his own choice.

As long as he keeps moving towards the future, his past will be destroyed, and everything he has created is destined to be lost one day.

"For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned like a torch. My heart is bruised and withered like grass, so that I forget to eat my bread; my flesh clings to my bones because of my groaning."

Wen Lie stopped moving forward, his legs rooted to the ground, he recited scriptures unconsciously, his eyes empty and blank.

He could not see his future, which was so far away that it was beyond his reach. The long road had collapsed, as if he could no longer move forward and could only move backward.

However, looking back, the retreat had disappeared without a trace.

The road forward and the road backward have become castles in the air.

Outside the passage, in the temple hall, Zheng Lan clenched his fists and anxiously asked Kazem, "What's wrong with him? He hasn't moved for several minutes!"

Kazem said in a deep voice: "Wait, he is still repenting for his mistakes. Only by reconciling with himself can he move forward. This is the breath of God."

Zhao Yingkong frowned and asked coldly, "What can we do?"

Kazem shook his head. "There's nothing we can do. This is a test for the person involved. You don't even know what he's repenting for, so how can you help him? Casually interrupting someone undergoing the test will only have a serious impact on them, and could even put you in harm's way."

God’s three major tests are both tests and grace. How can outsiders interfere?

Chu Xuan said calmly, "Wait and hold onto hope. Don't worry, even if he dies, there's still a chance for resurrection."

Ming Yanwei noticed something and asked Chu Xuan, "Didn't you already think he would fail?"

Chu Xuan glanced at Ming Yanwei and sneered, "I'm not a god, not omniscient and omnipotent. Before Wen Lie passes the test, there's a 50% chance he'll fail, and a 50% chance he'll succeed. With resurrection as a backup, there's no reason not to take a gamble."

Ming Yanwei was speechless and turned to look at Wen Lie's back.

It’s been five minutes. Wen Lie has been standing there motionless for five minutes.

Streit, who had been resisting the punishment, had advanced more than 20 meters and was still moving forward at a snail's pace.

The atmosphere became depressing, and everyone except Chu Xuan felt a little restless. Wen Lie's silence made them lose their confidence.

"Eh? Why don't you leave?"

At this time, a buzzing sound came from Wen Lie's body. Seeing that Wen Lie did not move for a long time, the substitute god Anubis could no longer bear it.

Wen Lie said indifferently: "If you ask why... I don't know."

The voice of the god Anubis, the substitute, rang in Wen Lie's ears: "Are you lost? How strange, because loss is often accompanied by weakness. Wen Lie, the most important thing is that you grasp the hilt of my sword and swing it at the enemy, and cast aside all doubt with unwavering determination!"

Wen Lie looked ahead, but could not see anything clearly.

"Unwavering determination? I no longer know where to swing my sword or where to go."

He can let go of the past, but if he can't get the future, it will be meaningless.

(End of this chapter)