Huh? Are they all real?.

That was true in the past, it is true now, and it will probably be true in the future.

It leaves one with no hope whatsoever.

But they can't leave this place; they can only die here for the rest of their lives.

So in order to continue living, everyone will pretend they didn't see it and silently forget it.

Except for the two people who are the only two!

The man who had betrayed them during the day was now cursing and swearing as he rubbed medicated wine on himself.

His father had stolen it from somewhere.

The man had forgotten the specific reason, only remembering that his brother had broken his leg or something and kept calling out.

In short, his father stole a pot of medicinal wine in order to cure his brother. It was the only valuable thing in their family that no one knew about.

Unfortunately, his father was the one who stole the jar of medicinal wine, but he was beaten so badly by the owner that he died right at the doorstep.

The man didn't give the medicated wine to his dead brother; he just thought he might need it someday.

Given that his father had died and the family was about to run out of food, he secretly strangled his brother that very night.

He kept the hard-won medicinal wine.

Over the years, he has used up almost all of the medicinal wine left behind at the cost of two lives.

He wouldn't have used it if the priest hadn't kicked him so hard he couldn't sleep.

"What bad luck! Not only did I not get anything, but I also have to give up this last bit of good stuff."

As he smeared the smear, the man didn't forget to curse his miserable fate.

After applying the medicated wine, the man felt no pain.

No matter how many times he used it, he couldn't help but praise the wine jar:

"Luckily I kept all of you back then! If that deadbeat had used them, not only would I have no enjoyment, but he might have even taken half of this house."

After saying that, the man felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him.

This stuff is really useful. No matter how severe the abrasion or swelling, it will not only stop the pain after using it, but it will also be almost completely healed in two or three days.

Over the years, he has used this method to travel to many places, enduring beatings to steal a lot of food and valuables.

The only downside is that this stuff makes you extremely sleepy.

But compared to its effects, what does this matter?

After yawning, the man scratched his shoulder and climbed into his bed.

That was the only bed in their house, and it was on this bed that he strangled his dead brother.

After strangling the other person, he didn't feel any pain at all; he was just thinking that he could finally sleep in a bed again.

The floor is not a good place to sleep.

Even though his father had already given him all his clothes.

After lying down contentedly, the man closed his eyes and fell peacefully asleep.

The medicinal wine made the man sleep very soundly, so soundly that he couldn't hear a thing even if someone pushed open his window and came in.

He was only jolted awake when something suddenly tightened around his neck.

But he woke up a little too late; the other person had already grabbed his neck and was using their weight to press him violently backward off the bed.

The man couldn't break free of the rope around his neck.

All I could do was grab backwards haphazardly.

At that moment, he still thought it was his dead brother who had returned as a ghost to settle scores with him.

So the immense terror overwhelmed him almost instantly.

But after he frantically waved his arms in a survival instinct, he managed to grab the other person's obviously youthful face.

Men always know who's coming!

The son with only half a face!

As the last person who can't forget this.

The boy has come to seek revenge on the man!

This scene is just like what happened in this room back then.

The man was lying on the bed, and the boy was on the headboard.

However, the reasons and positions of both sides have completely changed.

One was driven by pure malice, the other by a desire for revenge.

In his gradually fading consciousness, the man grabbed something and slammed it behind him.

He was certain he had hit the other person on the head, because the pressure on his neck had lessened.

This delighted the man, who felt he had seized a chance to survive.

Before he could even feel happy, he suddenly felt an even stronger and tighter grip on his neck.

The man could only smash the boy's head even harder.

But this time, the more he hit the rope, the tighter it became.

Finally, the man stopped waving the firewood he had grabbed haphazardly, and the boy loosened the rope around his neck.

The man is dead.

He was strangled to death on this bed by the boy, just as he had strangled his brother.

After watching the only enemy he could kill with his own hands die in front of him.

A hint of fear finally surfaced in the boy's eyes, but it vanished without a trace a moment later, leaving only endless anger.

It wasn't just this snitch.

And those so-called adults in the church!

But the boy also knew he couldn't kill them. Unlike this piece of trash, they had armor, weapons, and extraordinary power that mortals couldn't overcome.

However, he will not stop seeking revenge; he has his own methods!

In a fit of rage and determination, the boy attempted to drag the man's body away.

But he soon discovered that the corpses were so heavy that they were not something a seven-year-old could drag.

So after a brief hesitation, the boy rummaged through his house and found a wood-chopping knife.

It's not very sharp, but it's good enough.

One or two times.

The boy, aiming for the neck, quickly decapitated the man.

This left his face covered in blood, whether it was his or a man's, it was unclear.

Without even thinking of wiping it off, the boy who had the man's head ran straight towards the place he remembered.

That's the hill behind their village.

Because all the trees that could be cut down have been cut down to make money or for heating.

So even though no one had come here for a long time, the boy still walked unimpeded to the place where his father had brought him in his memory.

That was the place where his father brought him to pray to the Supreme Being for blessings and witness after his real parents had just died.

He prayed that the Supreme One would bless him and witness that he had become His son.

So this is a temple, an abandoned temple.

Inside is enshrined one of the two most famous supreme beings in the New World—the Lionheart.

The temple had long since collapsed, and only the statue of Lionheart remained intact, because in the past, the boy's father and some other villagers would come to repair the statue.

They believed that this would bring them the blessings and protection of the supreme being.

But clearly, this was completely useless.

Lionheart may have truly been the king who loved this land and its people the most, but he was indeed long dead.

A dead man can't give them anything.

Instead, it will become a huge mountain over their heads.

As for the church, it cared even less about the so-called image of the king than these fishermen did.

As mentioned earlier, the dead cannot punish them.

Instead, it will become a sharp sword in their hands.

So when the boy returned, the statue of the king, bathed in moonlight, was already covered with vines and moss.

Looking at the king's statue with its eyes shattered, the boy holding the man's head couldn't help but sneer.

The king, who had lost even his eyes, could not see anything happening before his eyes.

The boy didn't come here to pray to this so-called king.

He had long since lost his awe and expectations of these supreme beings.

He came for revenge!

Before the statue of the king, candles, a hammer, and a goat that were very rare to him, which he had bought with the money his father had hidden away, were already placed.

He knew where his father hid the money because his father had never hidden it from him, and his father's intentions before leaving were also very clear.

You know where the food and money are hidden. Take care of yourself, because from now on you'll be all alone!

His father hoped that even after he was gone, his son would still have food and money to rely on.

However, the boy resolutely exchanged the last of his family's wealth for these things.

The goat that was tied up here made uneasy noises when it saw the boy arrive.

Its animal instincts made it feel extremely uneasy.

The boy silently placed the man's head on the ground.

Then, candles were lit and white wax was used to outline an evil ritual on the ground.

Aside from collecting various taxes, the only thing the church cared about for them was teaching them to identify cult rituals and symbols so they could report any cult members they discovered.

Because the church also knows just how easily cults can thrive under their rule.

Although the church soon discovered that this was actually teaching the untouchables how to perform cult rituals and stopped everything.

But the boy had already memorized the most important ritual.

He's going to summon a demon!

He had heard his father say that the Old World was being invaded by demons.

In that case, he must be able to summon demons!

Neither gods nor kings can be relied upon; the supreme being is merely a tool used by those worms to torment and enslave them.

The extraordinary have no place to look forward to; they are themselves part of those insects.

So the boy knew very well what he would do if he wanted revenge.

Therefore, only those whom they regard as enemies can help him.

The boy sketched out evil symbols one by one, and the candles he bought were arranged in six concentric circles, six in each circle, forming the blasphemous number six.

The man's head was placed at the center of the ceremony.

But that wasn't all. He had heard the priests say that demons were blasphemous and chaotic creatures, and that only blasphemy and chaos could summon them.

The more blasphemous something is, the more powerful the demons it attracts.

The boy wanted revenge, to show the worms of the church just how furious the mortals they had always looked down upon could be.

So the man raised his hammer at the statue of the king before him.

The statue was so badly eroded that even a child with a hammer could smash it to pieces.

Even so, this is still a genuine royal statue.