The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 261 - 257: To Deceive a God, One Must Be Dedicated t

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When everyone looks at you with puzzlent, it generally ans there’s a problem with you.

Of course, Liu Zheng didn’t feel this way.

Enduring a few more needles for so believers’ benefits seed perfectly reasonable, didn’t it?

When he was in the tropolis, even buying a coffee would involve getting eyeballed, ear picked, or face kneaded.

"If you can get through the Great Baptism, my Lord will naturally bestow a reward."

The old woman said, steadying herself.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng agreed without hesitation.

"Mr. Liu Zheng, you must be cautious."

Anke hurriedly reminded him.

"What’s wrong?"

He asked.

"The Great Baptism is the Suffering Church’s highest ceremony. Everyone who passes the Great Baptism eventually becos a Saint,"

Anke said.

"Isn’t that a good thing?"

Speaking of which, the Circle of God even considered making him their Saint Heir—being a Saint sounded much more prestigious.

"One can only be called a Saint after death."

Anke said helplessly.

"That’s so thrilling; I want to try it even more now."

Liu Zheng seed quite excited.

"I hope you won’t regret it."

In the old woman’s aningful gaze, everyone began to take turns receiving the baptism.

Marian was okay, but the three little girls couldn’t stop crying the mont the needle went in.

Nina and her sisters, as well as Flora, had been pampered from a young age at ho—nobody would even think of spanking them, let alone sticking them with needles.

When the old woman heard their sharp cries, her expression beca even more excited.

It had been so many years since children had co to the Suffering Church; the Lord of Suffering must be very pleased this ti.

Not just the three little girls, but the Hunter who had fainted and San Huamao all received the needle without escaping it.

However, the helt man seed to have a special technique for needlework; even after five needles, the Hunter still hadn’t woken up.

Liu Zheng was the last one.

The helt man glanced at him and then pulled a long nail from his shoulder, at least twice as long as the ones used on the others.

The helt man didn’t imdiately proceed but stood silently, watching Liu Zheng.

"Co on!"

Liu Zheng said cheerfully.

As soon as he finished speaking, the helt man slamd the nail into his shoulder.

The one-inch-long nail was hamred right into Liu Zheng’s shoulder, sinking in to the hilt.

"Ah!"

A scream rang out suddenly.

But the ones who cried out were not him but the three little girls, especially Flora, who scread the loudest, as if the nail had been driven into her own body.

"Why aren’t you screaming?"

The old woman asked discontentedly.

"I feel that if I scread at this level, the Lord of Suffering might find it embarrassing."

Liu Zheng said nonchalantly.

To say it hurt, it certainly did.

But to cry out, that seed a bit false, like the female lead in a movie that two people could finish watching.

This Lord of Suffering might actually exist; tricking a truly existing God requires a bit more dedication to the performance.

"My Lord is tolerant and will gladly accept any level of suffering."

The old woman countered his statent.

"However, your endurance will indeed bring joy to my Lord."

Then imdiately, she put on a smiling face.

"Co in, the Suffering Church welcos your arrival."

As everyone entered the Church, the helt man pulled the doors shut and then locked them.

Liu Zheng noted that the church’s doors were actually made of solid tal.

No wonder Anke was so keen to take refuge here. Given the strength the Beasts had shown so far, it was indeed impossible to break into this church.

Moreover, the helt man acting as the doorman seed no ordinary figure.

He looked at the helt man’s arms, where the pins sunk deeper due to muscle contraction, blood soaking the robe nearly through, yet the helt man appeared to feel nothing.

It seed that helt man noticed Liu Zheng’s gaze and turned his head back.

As their eyes t, there appeared to be a spark of electricity in the air.

However, there was no hostility in the helt man’s gaze, mainly curiosity and inquiry.

Liu Zheng shifted his attention, surveying the interior of the church.

The church lacked many lavish decorations, including the colorful stained glass windows commonly seen in Yate City, and instead, there were nurous murals.

The content of these murals revolved almost entirely around suffering.

The majority depicted scenes of people executing themselves or being executed by others, while a minority portrayed individuals or groups in states of grief or fear.

So raised their hands high amidst flas, so curled up in water, so pierced their own flesh with spears, and others held lifeless children and wailed silently.

It was clear that these murals were not the work of a single artist, but their style was highly uniform, likely the result of successive generations of painters.

In the center of the church stood a wooden statue.

A naked young man, twisted into a contorted pose fixed to a piece of wood, had hands and feet that took the shape of vines,

and his expression was bizarre, a visage of both agony and bliss.

"This is the Twisted Saint, he is both a prophet of our Lord and the founder of the Suffering Church,"

the old woman explained with reverence in her voice.

"Did his hands and feet really turn into vines, or is it rely an artistic representation?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"..."

The old woman looked at him, speechless.

I tell you I often kill people, and you ask if Changsha has a lot of people?

"It’s true, the Twisted Saint transford into this form while he was still alive, with people gathering around him to hear his sermons, until he returned to the embrace of our Lord."

Out of a desire to spread the doctrine, she still took the question seriously and explained.

"Is the statue then the actual body of the Twisted Saint?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"No, it is but a statue. The sacred body of the Twisted Saint is not here,"

the old woman shook her head.

"Then where is it?"

"You ask too many questions, foreigner. Wait until you have undergone the Great Baptism before asking,"

the old woman said, showing a hint of impatience.

"Okay, but can I specify my reward?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"What reward do you want?"

the old woman inquired.

"I think that would be nice,"

he said, pointing to the foot of the statue.

There lay a wide-mouthed wooden chalice holding a viscous golden liquid.

"You want the Twisted Holy Grail?"

The old woman’s gaze beca wary.

"Is that not allowed?"

Liu Zheng countered.

So this thing is called the Twisted Holy Grail?

The City Hall’s mission catalog is after the golden ointnt of Suffering Church’s miracles.

It was precisely because he felt that what the City Hall wanted had sothing to do with the Suffering Church that he had volunteered to undergo the Great Baptism.

The contents of the Holy Grail looked indeed like ointnt, and it was likely that the City Hall wanted not the Grail itself but what was inside it.

The old woman stared at Liu Zheng for a while, then walked over to the statue of the Twisted Saint.

She knelt down, then began to repeatedly bang her forehead against the legs of the Twisted Saint.

Once, twice, three tis, until her forehead was bloodied, she stood up.

"Yes, if you pass through the Great Baptism, I will give you the Twisted Holy Grail,"

the old woman said, turning around.

Blood stread over her face, giving her a terrifying appearance.

"Dang dang dang!"

The helt man knocked three hurried tis with a key.

"This is a revelation from our Lord,"

the old woman stated sternly.

Clutching the key, the helt man reluctantly lowered his head.

"Then let’s begin."

Liu Zheng said calmly.