Huh? Are they all real?.

And here, roughly a third of all the retro car owners in the entire city of Truth are now in this junkyard that is completely out of place for them.

A person who had just arrived on a bicycle got off the bike and looked at the vintage cars with dissatisfaction.

These things are too conspicuous. What are those guys thinking?

That makes sense, the reason I was able to win them over was because they weren't very bright and they had money.

Why didn't I realize before that these people were actually relying entirely on their family business, rather than being business elites themselves?

In times of peace, as long as future generations do not want to prove themselves, then for those who are truly wealthy, their accumulated wealth will be enough.

They and their descendants, let alone living off their wealth, can watch their wealth grow even more through sheer extravagance.

And the people he won over are typical examples of this.

Their ancestors were the real heroes, not the people themselves, but they were also very self-aware and would never try to prove themselves through any kind of investment.

Aside from investments, they really do spend more and more money on entertainment.

Looking at the vintage cars they drove up, this person didn't even know what brand they were.

In the past, he would have certainly shouted some cynical slogans, cursing why the world of the rich and the common people had completely derailed.

But right now, he's just curious.

This is the confidence that comes with a change in perspective and status.

They were just a group of ordinary people.

Noticing his arrival, several wealthy people, protected by armed bodyguards, immediately rushed forward with their eyes lit up:

"Your Holiness, you have finally arrived! These days without your teachings have felt like an eternity!"

Chapter 91 The Church of Blasphemers Hidden in the Garbage Heap

The man chuckled and waved his hand.

Ah, Pope, what a beautiful title!

Although he is only a pope for you mortals who cannot even see what reality is.

But now that I've taken the first step, I can keep going.

I will be a great pope until I am there!

What a wonderful future that I can just imagine!

"Mr. Yesodavo, how are you feeling?"

The man named Yesodawo was an old man. He hurriedly rolled up his sleeves, revealing a fair arm that was completely out of character for his age, and said:

"After your blessing, I feel better than ever before, Your Holiness. When will I be able to truly join the Church and receive your baptism?"

"Ah, do you like cars? I specially drove this car over; if you wish, it's yours right now. This is a piece of white jade that I went to great lengths to acquire. It's absolutely worthy of your status!"

The other wealthy people also looked on with envy at the old man's smooth arms as he rolled up his sleeves.

It was as delicate as a baby's arm.

It is young and full of vitality.

The reasons men are drawn to them are very simple—immortality and the ability to cure all diseases.

This is a fantasy that only exists in science fiction for the Human Alliance.

But for that side, for the extraordinary world where gods truly exist.

Immortality is just one of many realities.

If it could cure all diseases, that would be even simpler.

There is nothing that a blessing cannot solve; if there is, then bless again!

Are these cars meant to be given to me?

The man looked at the cars with some surprise.

But after a moment, he simply shook his head and said:

"I don't need these material possessions; spreading the gospel and spreading the Lord's grace is my only pursuit!"

It's just a pile of scrap metal; I can't believe I used to pursue these things.

If only it could be a magic potion instead?

Several wealthy people immediately bowed their heads in fear and said:

"We know that Your Holiness is a noble apostle of God, but we mortals really don't know how to express our devotion to you!"

They had witnessed the miracles performed by men.

Becoming younger, curing incurable diseases, melting steel remotely, and so on—the list goes on and on!

"Relax, relax. You have already proven your piety. I have called you here today specifically to formally accept you as believers in the Lord!"

Several wealthy people almost knelt on the ground:

"Your Holiness, are you saying that we can finally receive your baptism and hear the Lord's teachings?"

Immortality was presented to them so simply!

The man opened his arms and smiled:

"Of course!"

"but."

The deliberately drawn-out tone was absolutely captivating.

"Your Holiness, please tell us quickly what else we need to do?"

"Is it paying off wealth or something else?"

"We are willing to do anything as long as we can join the church and serve our Lord!"

"Yes, Your Holiness, we're willing to do anything! Just let us join the Church!"

They have become completely obsessed with achieving immortality.

It sounds stupid, but they weren't dealing with a scammer.

He was a true superhuman, even a divinely favored being.

To make a group of truly mortal people resist someone who actually performed miracles

This is simply a joke.

"It's very simple, very easy. Don't worry, friends, the Lord is merciful and forgiving. You just need to prove your piety to the Lord through our initiation ceremony."

"And I've already prepared the ceremony for you; it's inside!"

Under the guidance of men.

The wealthy men entered the factory with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

Their armed bodyguards were required to remain outside.

When they entered the factory, they discovered that some of their old friends were also there.

Of course, these people were far less important than the rest of them.

But now it seems they had already converted to Christianity long ago.

This made several truly wealthy people subconsciously bow their heads to these friends they had previously completely disregarded.

They are closer to God, closer to His Holiness the Pope, than they are to Him.

Soon, they witnessed the so-called initiation ceremony.

That was a man who had been tortured and was covered in wounds, bound to the inverted triangle symbol of their church with steel thorns.

"Your Holiness, who is this person?!"

Several wealthy men stared blankly at the man who was bleeding profusely but was definitely still alive.

They probably guessed what was going on, and they became afraid.

But no one wanted to back down or leave.

Because the Pope is right before our eyes, because miracles are right before our eyes!

The man pulled out a knife from the side, stood in front of the man, and then plunged the knife into his thigh.

While swaying, she smiled at the wealthy people:

“This is not a human being; he is a blasphemer. He has blasphemed our Lord, who is, of course, merciful and great.”

"Our Lord cares nothing for the blasphemy of mortals. God loves the world, even if the mortal is just a fool who cannot see God's love."

"But he should never have dared to blaspheme our king!"

“That is the king, the companion of my lord!”

The man roared these words in anger, and suddenly pulled out the dagger in his hand and plunged it into the man's thigh again.

The difference this time was that the man bound to the inverted triangle by steel thorns let out a painful howl.

Even though the other party was twisting the dagger inside his body before, he was too exhausted to shout.

This continued until the man who was hanging there completely passed out.

He then released his grip, and everyone below saw that the dagger the Pope was holding was now just a scar.

Hot, crimson molten steel was flowing from the blasphemer's thigh.

His Holiness the Pope actually melted the dagger!

"Kill the blasphemer!"

The believers instantly became fanatical!

Several newly joined wealthy individuals also excitedly joined in the shouting:

"Kill this damned blasphemer!"

"That's right, that's right, kill this blasphemer. Killing him is your initiation ceremony, and this is the only test for you to prove your loyalty to our Lord!"

"Come, kill him! Kill this filthy creature who dares to blaspheme my lord and my king!"

Upon seeing the daggers offered to them, the wealthy men did not hesitate at all and picked up the daggers to stab the man.

Blood splattered everywhere, and their actions became increasingly frenzied.

"Blasphemer, blasphemer!"

The other believers, unable to contain themselves, surged forward and tore at the blasphemer's corpse with almost brute force.

The man looked on with immense satisfaction at the person who had been torn to pieces.

Did they really think they could escape the grave sin of blasphemy against God and the King by staying here?!

How funny.

But who could possibly be so worthy as to carve words of shame on the face of our king, under the protection of our lord?

Is such a terrifying person really here?

And is he really someone I can handle?

Chapter 92 God's Shame, King's Enemy

He still clearly remembers that the reason he was able to receive divine favor was because his master god wanted him to find all the transmigrators here.

Then kill them!

Because among them must be the enemy of God who humiliated his two masters.

Of course, his main god was also frantically hunting down the transmigrators.

At first, he hesitated about whether or not to become a traitor.

But when divine grace truly descended, he knew that he had not become a villain, but had simply found the true path and the great one he should follow.

Follow God, be loyal to God. Praise the King, protect the King.