After I traveled through the book, I gained a humanoid pendant

Karen Thor is ill.

As an angel, he cannot get sick, but now he has no wings and almost no divine power.

With a high fever, body aches, and unclear thoughts, Karensor felt like a screaming witch being roasted over a fire. All the things he encountered in the mortal world were replayed in the depths of his mind like a kaleidoscope.

Thousands of faces flashed by, and one of them stopped. It was the divine messenger who had sent him down. There was a look of disdain on his face, but due to his duty, he gave him one last chance. He said, "Go and pray. I'll wait for you to come back in a year, and the Inquisition will make the final decision."

Karensor nodded slightly, and occasionally a cold hand would help him up and give him some very unpalatable herbs.

It was even more unpalatable than the first wine he brewed himself. Karensol always pursed his lips, but there was always someone who pried his mouth open.

After being in a daze for an unknown amount of time, he finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Lucien, the big man who looked like a sick person.

His curly hair looked like lifeless grass, wilting, his eyes were dark and bloodshot, Karensor called out Lucien's name in a hoarse voice, and the other man knelt to his bedside and put his hand against his face.

Karensor smiled and pointed at Lucien's mouth, asking him if he had secretly gone to the spice shop to buy spices for cooking, which is why it was so swollen.

Lucian's tears wet Karensor's palm. He said nothing, burying his eyes in the hand that had finally cooled down.

Having never been sick before, Karensor had no idea how slowly the body could recover. When he rescued Lucien, he had several broken bones, but he was able to talk to him on the way back. He, however, appeared to have no external injuries, yet he had been bedridden for a month.

Lucien took care of Karensor's daily life with due diligence. Karensor felt that even if he became the supreme god, no messenger of God could take care of him to such an extent.

Lucien never talked about what happened that day, as if Karensor was just an ordinary person who had a serious illness.

A month later, Karensol was able to start looking out of the house, leaning against the wall. He gazed out from the yard for a long time, muttering to himself, "Help me go to church."

Unexpectedly, Lucien didn't say anything or give any advice. He just pushed a wooden wheelchair he made out of the room and took Karensor to the only church in such a border town.

Karensor didn't need a priest, nor did he come to see the choir perform. He simply stared at the statue quietly, as if lost in thought, as if lost in thought. Before leaving, he clasped his hands together and silently recited a phrase that Lucian couldn't understand.

From then on, Karensol went to church to pray every day regardless of the weather, and Lucian was like a hardworking old ox, pushing his master back and forth between the church and home.

The cow is strong and powerful, and can work even at night. Karensol looked at the curly-haired man with pity, and was not reluctant to give him some happiness.

Lucian was most happy every time he was in this situation. But even then, if Karensor showed even the slightest reluctance, Lucian would stop immediately, no longer showing the silent, imprisoned look he had shown when he first brought him back.

Karensol couldn't figure it out, nor was he too lazy to think about it. He allowed himself a brief indulgence to enjoy the love of a devout believer.

Lucian and Karensor had a pretty good year. Lucian was an excellent hunter, and they would hunt in the mountains. They would then cook the meat together, roasting and eating it, and selling the excess. Lucian had suggested curing it so they could still enjoy the brown rabbits that were so common in autumn the following year, but Karensor had shaken his head.

He felt he wouldn't be able to stay for the second year.

Karensor's health has never fully recovered. He was able to gradually get rid of the wheelchair and walk, run and jump, but like the young people in the village, he had no special advantages. Compared with Lucian, he couldn't even pull the bow that Lucian used for hunting.

After stubbing his toe while moving prey, Lucian held his foot and applied medicine, but Karensor looked at the green herbal paste and felt that being a human being had many good and bad sides, but overall, it was not that difficult to accept.

As the one-year deadline approached, Lucian's hunting time became less and less, and he was often surrounded by people at home. Karensor counted down the days, feeling reluctant to leave.

When he came out of the church, he always looked at the scenery on the distant mountainside. The sky there was like a frozen lake in winter, and the flying birds were only like fish shadows, disappearing vaguely in the wind.

In the last few days, the two of them were stuck together almost 24 hours a day.

Eat, drink, sleep, or just look at each other, look into each other's eyes.

Karensol discovered that Lucien had a pair of pure black pupils, without a trace of other colors, as beautiful as an opaque glass bead.

On the last day of the one-year agreement, Karensor coaxed Lucien to sleep, or rather, the medicine spilled.

The grass he had picked recently would make people sleepy. Lucien watched him put the grass into the basket. Karensor smiled at him, revealing his two fangs, and said that if this thing was chopped up and put in the soup, it would taste as delicious as mushrooms.

That night they drank soup made from this grass. It was indeed delicious and crispy in the mouth, the kind that comes from being soaked in water. When they bit their teeth, they could hear the sound of the fibers breaking at the tips of their teeth.

Karensol filled Lucien with bowl after bowl. Both of them seemed to know what was going on, so Lucien drank bowl after bowl.

Before midnight, Lucien rolled off Karensor and fell into a deep sleep, his eyelids closed, and there were some inconspicuous wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

Karensor stared at that face for a long time and couldn't see enough. The crow outside the window cried, like a death curse. Karensor kissed the lips lightly, closed the door, and left their home.

Walking on the way to the church, it was late at night and the dew was heavy. Some light white water droplets condensed on Karensol's hair. The gravel road was illuminated by the moonlight, becoming brighter and brighter. It really looked like a road to heaven.

Soren Kyle has been an angel since he appeared in the light. He has no idea how many years he has been an angel. His long life seems to have just passed in the blink of an eye. Only in these years did he truly feel alive.

This time he planned to go back to accept punishment and resign his godhood. He would probably be destroyed, but it didn't matter. He had experienced the cold and heat, withering and flourishing of plants, the rising and setting of the sun, the changes of the stars, the birth, aging, sickness and death of people, the surging and winding mountains and seas, and the wholehearted love of one person.

If he doesn't go back, he might not be the only one to be destroyed. Heaven will not allow an angel to fail in his responsibilities and continue to wander outside.

Karensor thought that if that annoying messenger of God asked him how his mission was accomplished, he could still say that he had at least converted one person.

Karensor walked with tears streaming down his face, tears that almost froze into ice crystals on his cheeks. He pushed open the platinum door of the church with his hand, walked to the huge statue and raised his head.

The next second, the sky spun and Karensor opened his eyes in the center of the black formation.

Lucien's curly hair looked like a swaying vine in the candlelight's shadow. As the man approached, the vine covered the entire roof, as if enveloping everything.

In the darkness, Lucien's eyes reflected the light, and his voice was as soft as a good morning kiss every morning.

"……You're back."