It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Everyone knelt down in front of the young man, their faces filled with piety and excitement, as if the young man in front of them was the god they had been waiting for.

Those once cold-blooded church members now lowered their heads, their bodies trembling slightly, their hands folded tightly in front of their chests, their lips trembling as they prayed softly:

"Please hear our prayers, grant us hope, and save us..."

Prayers echoed one after another.

Everyone is looking forward to the response from God, hoping that the young man will extend his divine hand and change their destiny.

However, the boy did not respond.

He just stood there quietly, without any fluctuation in his amber eyes, his gaze fixed on the woman on the ground.

The woman lay there, dying, struggling to stand up, but she had no strength left.

Her lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

The boy stretched out his hand and touched her brow with his fingertips.

At this moment, what the woman wanted to say reached the boy's ears.

"Live...my...child..."

Her hand stretched out weakly towards the boy, but before it touched him, it slowly dropped down.

Tears rolled down the woman's eyes again, dripping quietly onto the cold ground.

Finally, her eyes gradually dimmed.

My heart stopped beating.

Her death was so ordinary that almost no one noticed it, and it was annihilated in cruelty and violence.

The joyful admiration of the people around her made her death seem so ridiculous and absurd.

Everyone's attention was on the boy, and no one cared whether the woman was dead or alive.

The scene changed and the boy was reading a book in the church.

The priest came hurriedly with a group of people, their steps were eager and full of expectation, and they all knelt in front of the young man.

There was a glint of piety and desire in their eyes, as if at this moment, their fate was closely linked with the young man.

The priest lowered his head, his voice trembling: "Please, please listen to our wishes!"

What followed was a series of pleading voices, with everyone speaking up, telling of their own or their family's unfulfilled dreams.

Some asked for wealth, some asked for health, and some asked for revenge, but the young man slowly raised his eyes, his amber eyes were lazy and indifferent.

"I can help you realize your wish." The young man whispered, a smile on his face, "As long as you promise me one thing."

Greed flickered in everyone's eyes. An old man spoke eagerly, "Anything is possible! I'm willing to pay any price!"

The boy gently put down the book in his hand and raised his head. His amber eyes were deep and gentle.

"No matter what I do, you must forgive me, will you?"

The air suddenly stopped and everyone was stunned. They had not expected such a request at all.

"I do, I do!"

His smile was brilliant, yet it gave everyone present an inexplicable chill.

He reached out his hand and gently stroked the forehead of one of the petitioners. The man immediately smiled as if he had been reborn, and tears of gratitude instantly welled up in his eyes.

At that moment, the prayer's pain disappeared and the body was miraculously healed.

His skin became smoother and firmer, and his face gradually radiated a youthful glow.

The originally pale complexion turned rosy, and the deep wrinkles were smoothed out.

He raised his head with a complicated look, almost unable to believe that he was reborn.

"Thank you... Thank you..."

When the others saw this, they kowtowed to the boy even more enthusiastically, praying for their wishes.

The young man stood in the middle of the church, looking coldly at the crowd kneeling in front of him.

He used his power to fulfill countless wishes for these people.

The church became extremely wealthy, and wealth and glory continued to grow like a gift from him.

Everything before his eyes seemed like a magnificent feast. Everyone became his loyal believers, and they were willing to bow their heads in worship for the sake of their wishes.

One day, the boy stood before the priest and said, "I can no longer fulfill your wishes. Will you still take me in?"

The priest was slightly startled, a barely perceptible panic showing on his face, but he quickly adjusted his expression.

"Of course, you can stay here any time you want. As long as you want."

However, not long after, disaster struck.

A plague broke out nearby, and the crops that had been revitalized by the young man began to wither, and the land no longer produced abundant fruits.

Those wishes that were once fulfilled disappeared like dreams and turned into nothing. All hopes seemed to come to an abrupt end overnight.

People were desperate and knelt in front of the church door, calling on God and begging for his protection.

But the boy did not respond.

He just stood on the high altar and let everything fall silent.

On the day of the assembly, he stood under the statue on the altar and gazed at the statue.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes moved, and blood slid from its carved eye sockets and dripped slowly.

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire church became weird.

Then, a line of blood appeared on the statue: "Kill him."

A voice began to echo in everyone's mind:

"Kill him and your wishes will come back."

For a moment, the entire church was silent and everyone held their breath.

But soon, some people in the crowd began to whisper.

As time went by, the voice in my head gradually became clearer and stronger.

Some people began to lower their heads, with indescribable emotions flashing in their eyes.

Finally, one person couldn't help crying and yelled at the boy:

"Please... please sacrifice yourself for us! Only if you die can our wishes be restored!"

The sound echoed in the church, breaking all silence.

The young man frowned slightly, then disappeared.

He stared at the man's tearful face.

After a moment, he slowly lowered his head. "Is this what you wish for? I understand."

The boy closed his eyes. The first person who hurt him...

It's Fr.

The priest held a dagger in his hand, the blade had already pierced deeply into his heart, blood gushed out from the wound, staining every inch of the altar stone red.

"I'm sorry, but maybe it's time you were replaced."

Because he is no longer valuable and can no longer bring wealth to the church.

The boy opened his eyes, and all he saw were people full of indifference.

He looked through each face and saw only emptiness.

These people never saw him, only the one who could fulfill their wishes.

The blood dripped onto the stone slab, making a dull sound.

The corners of his mouth slowly rose, but there was no trace of a smile.

Another knife pierced his body from behind, and blood spurted out again, spilling onto the altar, staining all the fantasies he had once woven for them.

The boy lowered his head and watched his blood spread on the stone slab.

He seemed to no longer care about the wounds.

He fell down, and blood flowed from his body, covering the entire altar.

It was as if a bloody sacrifice had just been performed.

What humans believe in is never him, but their own desires.