Capítulo 1672: Chapter 528: Father, Say Something!_4

“It should just be a coincidence. Without Greed, there would be no desire for knowledge, and those who desire knowledge have all gone mad, and only madness can understand everything…” Wayne trailed off, unable to continue fabricating.

He defined this doubt as a coincidence, waved his hand to send Felster off, telling him to change his ways and be a good Insectoid, instead of hiding behind and secretly watching the fun like before.

Remember to call him along.

“You should go back too. I gave you the greatest freedom, and if one day in the future I can Reverse Pollution, I’ll return your true freedom to you,” Wayne said to Michael.

Michael did not leave immediately, furrowing his brow as he asked, “Lord Son of the Holy, do you know what the task left by my Father means?”

Indeed, as the first in Hell and second in Heaven, Michael sharply sensed the key point. Wayne’s attitude changed significantly today, using force to compel him to comply; the importance of the task was definitely more terrifying than he imagined.

Michael did not doubt that Wayne was going to betray Yeloin; the Saint Heir appointed by Heavenly Father, even if he were to betray, it must be within Heavenly Father’s prophecy.

He was only curious about what exactly the Lord of Greed represented and what role he played in Doomsday Judgment.

These things, Yeloin never told him.

Wayne pondered for a moment, seeing Michael’s eager face, shook his head and said, “Do you remember the Revelations chapter? Yeloin is the planner of Doomsday Judgment. He created the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, and there’s a great possibility that he’s also the Plague Knight. He is still asleep, resembling the image of the Lord of Greed.”

“This, this is impossible!”

Michael resolutely denied it, his eyes turning red as he said, “Father wouldn’t destroy the world. He created the God-chosen Continent; everyone is his child. He perfected the concepts of the Seven Deadly Sins and Seven Virtues, guiding his children towards goodness. Destroying the world contradicts his original intention.”

Looking at Michael’s unconvinced face, Wayne slowly opened his mouth, saying gloomily, “What if…destroying the world was his original intention in creating it?”

Michael was stunned in place, muttering, “Then what are we, we children to him?”

Suddenly, Michael thought of the ‘Michael’ he killed, who had asked the same question to the Crucifix before dying.

“Michael, you regard Yeloin as a father, holding revered loyalty toward him, just like all Angels, but…from another perspective, Yeloin probably doesn’t have parental love for you. I saw a laboratory in the Kingdom of Heaven, where Angels are classified into different levels as experimental products…”

Wayne paused and then continued, “You are test subjects on his path to Evolution, and you are the most excellent one. By saying this, do you understand?”

“I don’t believe it!”

Michael growled lowly, attempting to attack Wayne. His thoughts were chaotic, his physical form unstable, suffering immense pain.

Wayne waved his hand to dispel Michael’s pain, sighing as he said, “I allow you to remain loyal to Yeloin. After all, he gave you Life, but for the world, for myself, I can only see him as an enemy.”

“It’s impossible, absolutely impossible!”

Michael still didn’t believe, pointing at Wayne as he said, “You are the Saint Heir in Father’s prophecy. You revealed the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse before Doomsday Judgment arrived. You…you…aren’t you actually Father?”

Wayne: (는_는)

You, a Vice-Regent of the Kingdom of Heaven, messing with religious belief, and now your brain is muddled.

After the four Goddesses, Wayne was once again suspected of being Yeloin, and the one suspecting him this time was Yeloin’s most perfect creation, Michael.

“Father, say something!”

Michael roared, “The new Bible clearly states that the Holy Father, the Saint Heir, and the Holy Spirit are a trinity. The Holy Father is the untouchable god; the Saint Heir is the god walking in the Mortal World, not two independent entities. You are my Father.”

Good words, but that’s not it.

Wayne knew he neither was nor could be Yeloin. He wasn’t even the Saint Heir; either Hexuno or Michael was the Saint Heir. The true Heavenly Father and Saint Heir had a relationship of faith and creation.

At least that’s how it was on the God-chosen Continent.

“Father?!”

“Stop howling, I said no! How could you accept a thief as your father?”

Wayne glanced at the air beside him, annoyed as he said, “If I were Yeloin, I wouldn’t be opposing him. What’s the point in all this busywork? I’d just wait for Doomsday Judgment to come.”

“For our salvation.”

Michael asserted, “We can’t survive Doomsday Judgment on our own, so you descended to the Mortal World to guide us to redemption. The Revelations chapter states that the Horsemen judge sins. We are born with sin and must be guided by the Saint Heir or Holy Spirit.”

My goodness, he can rationalize this!

Wayne gave in, waving as he said, “Alright, since you’ve seen through it, I won’t hide it anymore. I am Yeloin, are you satisfied now?”

“I knew it.”

Michael felt overjoyed, his dual devotion to Wayne and Yeloin uniting into greater loyalty.

Wayne raised his hand to cover his face, “Go back to the Mortal World, revise the Bible, and after you’re done, head straight to Heaven. Don’t show your teeth at Hexuno without reason, understood?”

“…”

“Speak.”

“Father, you and Hexuno…forgive my candor, but is this really okay?” Michael’s face was extremely grave.

“…”

Wayne felt overwhelmed for a moment, forgetting that Hexuno was Yeloin’s most beloved child. Not only Hexuno, but also Heya and others were Yeloin’s children. If he pretended to be Yeloin, doesn’t that mean…

Bang!

Wayne took a step forward, the wind howling, Holy Light surging, glaring fiercely at Michael: “I was tricking you just now. I’m not Yeloin, do you understand?”

Michael was silent for three seconds, saying straightforwardly, “I understand, I won’t tell anyone.”

What did you understand!

Wayne widened his eyes, wanting to say more. He mused that explaining more would only complicate things further; this current version was already the best possible outcome.

“Looks like you’ve understood, that’s good. As expected of the Kingdom of Heaven’s Vice-Regent, the God-like one, the Strongest Angel, to the right of the Divine Throne, under one person’s command, Michael. Do well; I can’t do without you.” Wayne firmly patted Michael’s shoulder.

Tears welled in Michael’s eyes as he knelt with one knee, choking as he said, “Father, I am sorry. I pushed you to Paradise Lost, causing you undue suffering.”

“Cough, cough, cough!”

Wayne loudly coughed to drown out Michael’s sobs, chastising, “Nonsense, I’ve not been finding joy in suffering. The stories in the Bible were made up without any factual basis. Don’t get absorbed in it; wake up, don’t mistake fiction for reality.”

“Also, stop reading those made-up novels. Reading them mindlessly will only harm you!”

After speaking, he kicked Michael over, sending him flying out of Hell.

After kicking, Wayne then looked at the tearful Pride: “Shut up, get lost, and don’t let me see you.”

Pride nodded, wiping away tears from the corners of his eyes, gritting his teeth as he said, “I’m going to the spiritual land of Lust, I will turn Paradise Lost into a sea of blood, killing all the Succubi.”

“That’s unnecessary.”

Wayne urgently stopped him, “Existence is everything. Everything for existence, everything is inevitable. I must endure these trials…I mean the ‘me’ in the Bible must endure these ordeals. Without Paradise Lost, there are other paradises, I mean, they must complete their trials, they are not to die.”

Pride didn’t understand, but everything Wayne said was right. There was no need to understand, just follow the order.

“Just like that, everything is as it should be. I’m going to take a trip to the Lord of Greed, you don’t have to follow, just obey the prophecy. There will be no more Lord of Greed…”

“No, to me, I will be the Lord of Greed…”