I Became a Madman in the Game - I Became a Madman in the Game chapter 89

Episode. 29 Lanterns in the royal capital (1)

“Turn off, turn off… … .”

What greeted me back from the revelation was a terrible pang.

It was painful, as if my heart had been torn to pieces.

It was all a side effect of revelation.

Eventually, I lay down for a while.

Divine power fluctuates uneasy, it is useless even if you calm down with faith.

The unpleasant sensation of creaking in the soul and body did not cease.

“I won’t be able to use your presence for a while.”

I lay still and thought of Alan.

1 million.

This is the amount of faith consumed by this revelation.

Thanks to hard work, there were still 8.5 million left, but it must have been a very painful loss.

It cost 200,000 just to activate the revelation, and the maintenance cost after that increased like a snowball depending on the activation time and the intensity of the light.

I took so many risks, but I never regretted it.

Alan Marx must be a bit picky.

After the first revelation, he considered it a great humiliation that he had bowed before the godhead.

Even while immersed in darkness.

His ego soon led to a competitive spirit, which only increased his rebelliousness.

So this time, I put a lot of effort into it.

The intensity of the light was raised a lot, and the divinity was revealed a little more boldly.

I intend to erase all pride and repulsion from his face in the future.

Then, I tried to infuse a lot of faith in that empty space.

The reconciliation of the North and South Continents is the reconciliation of Battenberg and Marx.

Now, even if the sky is on two sides, this cannot happen.

But now it’s different.

Saints of the North and Saints of the South.

We, who will someday meet on the single-wood bridge, will lead the continent’s harmony through the link called Horgyo.

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Time passed quickly.

It has been a week since today that the nobles of Baren received spiritual education under the guise of evangelism.

“Evil has arrived in heaven, and we have only sighs and despair! But those who have faith in their hearts have no worries!”

The beginning of education, as always, was Mary’s sermon.

The force that emanated from her slender body and graceful face was even stronger than that of the knight.

“Ahhh! Horsi!”

The nobles, who had to listen to such powerful sermons for two or three hours a day, reached the point where they reflexively cried out for worship.

The irreverent, snobbish attitude of the beginning has been lost since the first day.

“We have overcome! I sang the song of the lamps and drove away the darkness!”

“Since it is said that the dawn will rise soon, the light of dawn will shine in the land of Baren as well!”

“It will shine!”

Merry’s cry was answered by the followers of Snowfall.

There would be nothing strange about that figure waving the veil around and shouting, even if someone saw it, they would think it was a group of fanatics.

However, although the Marquis had some hesitation, I didn’t think of them as a group of fanatics at all.

Could it be that it has already been influenced?

“I don’t even know if I’m crazy.”

Suddenly, Earl of York spoke softly.

“Why but?”

“That look is rather pious. It wasn’t like this just a few days ago.”

“… … .”

Actually, so am I-

… … The words lingered only in the earl’s mouth.

A lot of change indeed.

Even they did not expect that it would change so much in just one week.

They doubted the existence of God.

Although aware of Richard’s power, he was wary of that deadly power itself.

The decision to become missionaries, albeit ten nobles, was to choose the lesser evil instead of the worst.

“Horse!”

But now I realized.

That this is an opportunity that came to Baren.

“Mary, good job.”

“no!”

After her speech, Mary stepped back.

It was Richard who strode forward to the spot.

No doubt, the nobles who saw the wooden box caught in his side drew in their breath.

It is the time when they are trembling and afraid, and the time when they are most desperate.

Kiyiyyyyyyyyyyyyy-!

The white ghost howled.

The madness mingled in it was not something mere ordinary nobles could endure.

“Huh!”

They were driven to extreme situations today.

“Fear is a pure emotion.”

Richard, who held the ghost sword at the center of it, opened his mouth.

“You all have very pure feelings at this moment. There is no distinction between men and women, and there is no distinction of status. He is just a weak person.”

At first glance, it was a cold tone, but in the midst of the madness, Richard’s light looked like that of the savior.

The nobles had to rely on that light as usual.

The Marquis closed his eyes and put his hands together.

If someone asked him if he came to believe in God, he would reply:

I don’t know either.

A civil servant must be naturally suspicious.

The responsibility and obligations that followed each decision they made were not small, and the habit of beating the stone bridge three or four times was deeply ingrained in their bones.

But that was holding me back.

‘Horse. Do you really exist?’

To them, who had to find ten proofs to establish one belief, God was still far away.

‘I’d rather it weren’t for religion.’

If that brilliant and pious light was just Richard’s strength, and if he had tried to do favors with his own power.

Baren might have accepted salvation more humbly.

“Please save us. Please shed a ray of light on this nightmare.”

The prayer, driven by the pure emotion of fear, was directed not to the god Hor, but to Richard.

Like a moth attracted to light, naturally.

And as if that was also the correct answer, a strange vitality lingered in his body.

Suddenly, the Marquis had this idea.

‘God… … Maybe it doesn’t exist physically.’

There is a god for those who believe.

Mary and her followers, who had such a tough face, were proof of that.

There is no God for those who do not believe.

He and the royal aristocrats were the proof.

I seem to have found an answer to something.

“… … Poetry.”

Marquis Valentino de Trantis.

The old man’s voice was powerless.

But gradually the strange heat began to rise.

“No matter how difficult the situation may be, please allow me to fulfill my mission at least with these old hands.”

At this moment, another realization he gained.

“Please light up my blurred eyes.”

God was not something that could be trusted because it was proven to others.

“To impart light to the terrified people.”

Humans are imperfect beings.

In that short life, deficiency always accompanies it, and it always pursues something more perfect.

So, if someone asks again if you believe in God, the Marquis of Trantis will reply like this.

God be to me peace and prosperity of Varen, I believe it will be achieved soon.

God is like a gold coin to the very poor.

God is like a meal for the hungry.

‘Isn’t all the hopes in the world soon to be God?’

Humans who feel a deficiency act to fulfill it.

Those who do not believe in achievement here are guilty of giving up, and sometimes find an excuse.

On the other hand, those who believe do not give up until the end, and find more and more ambitious and great hopes.

That’s how you walk on the road to perfection.

Each person has different deficiencies and different wishes, so how can they prove the same thing?

Proving the existence of God was an area that could only be done by oneself.

This is the realization Marquis Trantis gained.

It was literally full of loopholes, and it was a poor faith that could be refuted as much as possible depending on the point of view.

But did ‘someone’ feel joy in the theology that has just begun to emerge?

The Marquis, who had been suffering from a lack of answers, was filled with a small sense of satisfaction.

Saaa-

[Valentino de Trantis – Fulfills the qualifications of a disciple.]

[Valentino de Trantis – Meets the qualifications of the lowest evangelist.]

[Acquire special halo (E).]

A light shone on the decrepit body of the Marquis, who closed his eyes.

“… … Please grant us a life worth living as we are passing away.”

Holy energy mixed with the weak voice.

As if he didn’t even know his condition, he continued his earnest prayer.

“Please give me the strength to convey my humble knowledge to the people.”

The eyes of the nobles were drawn to him.

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“… … Education is the last day. You are qualified enough to evangelize.”

Of the ten nobles, only the Marquis of Trantis was the one who became a follower.

However, it was not just a believer, but a missionary was born, so it was not enough to start working right away.

“If faith is not cultivated, time will ask. Shouldn’t all of you who are entrusted with such an important mission become examples of Baren? I hope you always do not neglect training.”

With that said, I finished my education.

The nobles with puzzled faces bowed their heads and thanked me.

He said that he was grateful for sharing the grace and that he was very sorry for doubting the meaning.

“I think you’ve already forgotten how much I bullied you.”

Obviously, they had a strong antipathy towards me, so they were the ones who were selected as Baren’s evangelists.

However, his change of heart was so great that his gaze toward me was gently relaxed.

“You must have a lot to do.”

The aristocrats who suddenly came to their senses at my words rushed out.

Even at this moment, the people are trembling.

Even on the way out, I waved to them as they said thank you.

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However, only one person remained in place.

An old man with dark spots, wrinkled more than the king.

It was the Marquis of Trantis.

“Congratulations on becoming a missionary.”

“thank you. I will repay the grace of the Holy Son with the light of Baren.”

The Marquis, bowing deeply, had no intention of leaving.

It was because both I and he had a lot to share with each other.

“As far as I can remember, the Marquis showed the most infidel temperament. This was really unexpected.”

“hahahaha… … Did I? I am old and my memory is fuzzy.”

It was a marquis who smirked and pretended.

“Saint. I will ask only one question.”

He suddenly had a serious look.

“What is God to the Holy Son?”

… … It was a rather tricky question.