Only God-Chapter 556 - 478: Redeeming Past Sins_2

Fierce anger suddenly erupted, Veldor’s gaze was fierce and painful, his complexion as fierce as an injured lion.

"We’re going to die, we’re really going to die."

"Dying obscurely in such a desolate place, where others reach the Holy Land in twenty-six days, we spend two sets of forty days, only to be greeted by death!"

"We have already endured hardship, yet we still haven’t received what we wanted.

Either God is silent, or God has arranged all the disasters!"

Once the tide of anger broke the dam, it could no longer be stopped. It only became more urgent, more fierce.

The old Believer looked at the angry Veldor, and after a moment of silence, he said,

"I’m so sorry..."

Veldor did not stop because of a word of apology; on the contrary, he became even more furious. All the dissatisfaction with the old Believer seemed to erupt at this moment.

"What are you sorry for?! Yes, you should be sorry!

If not for you, I would have left this Sect a long time ago, if not for you, I would have succeeded by now, I would have been free and easy elsewhere."

"But you, it was you, you stopped all of that, with your savvy eyes, your rich experience you shut me out, forcing me to become your mentee, in exchange for your trust!"

Veldor’s right leg began to hurt due to his ranting, but he did not stop. The pain further stimulated his suffering, making him see how embarrassingly wretched his current situation was.

"If I hadn’t become your mentee, how would I have ended up here, foolishly on this pilgrimage to death?!

Having become your mentee, having converted to your beliefs, what exactly have I gained? Nothing!"

At that moment, the old Believer suddenly raised his voice,

"Not nothing,

you redeemed your past sins."

Veldor was momentarily stunned, then, as if mocked, his rage burned to its peak.

"What are you talking about?!"

When he looked up into the old Believer’s eyes, he saw an indescribable determination hidden in them, and a trace of anger.

"Say it again, what are you talking about?!"

Veldor roared.

"You redeemed your past sins."

The old Believer enunciated each word,

"I know what you have done in the past, I could guess it over the years,

you set fire to your house and to your enemies’ houses, you cursed them day and night, wishing for their death. In your years as a Wanderer, you stole, fornicated, deceived; nearly a lifetime in league with sin, when you first came to the Sect, it was only for the Sect’s wealth!"

The old Believer’s words became faster and faster, the continued speech like dense rain, overwhelming Veldor.

It wasn’t just Veldor who harbored anger all this time.

"So what, what can you do now, what can you do now, kill me?!"

Veldor asked fiercely.

"I just want to tell you, my Veldor, can’t you see how you have changed afterward?!

Look at your eyes from before, full of hatred, every move you made was so hypocritical."

"But look at you now, what else is there in your eyes besides anger?

You no longer have hatred; you have distanced yourself from your former self!"

The old Believer seemed to try to maintain his composure as he spoke methodically, his voice revealing a hint of anger,

"I was wary of you before, but now I trust you, I taught you to read, had you assist me, gave you the whistle from before.

Tell me, would I have done these things for the you from before?!

Your soul was filthy, but now it’s immaculate.

Veldor, you will make mistakes in the future, but you will no longer commit crimes!"

The Godfather and his mentee unleashed an unprecedented argument in this forest.

They were equally angry, equally in pain, equally lost without a direction to the future.

No one could tell them how to proceed, no one could tell them why all this was happening. There were only two wounded lions, pouring out their rage in desperation.

"It’s you who made me suffer and endure hardship, it’s you who led me on this difficult path!"

Veldor dragged himself and said angrily.

"Do you think I don’t know how difficult this road is?!"

The old Believer suddenly roared,

"We are always praying to God,

Oh God, this path is too difficult, too hard!

But we always know which path is easier.

Extorting money, fraudulent offerings, corruption and bribery, or simply staying, no longer practicing asceticism, reveling in the reverence of others, giving them false promises, letting them fill our moneybags, while we knock on the doors of Heaven for them...

We always understand which path would ease our pain.

But we must not take it... not even once."

The true Believer’s countenance struggled, his eyes bloodshot, shedding sorrowful tears,

"Because it’s too painful, because our misdeeds cause others to suffer, because once that happens, others must bear the burden.

So we have to beg over and over again,

God,

do not grant us riches."

Veldor froze, standing still, the powerful force in the old Believer’s words overwhelming him, holding him motionless, unable to speak a word.

Veldor saw his Godfather’s face contorted with pain, appearing so frail, as if an untimely gust of wind could shatter him then and there.

When he came to his senses, tears had already spilled over, murmuring involuntarily:

"But it’s too difficult, too difficult, always so difficult."

He staggered towards the old Believer, repeating these words over and over.

Too difficult.

The cost of goodness is so high, while the rewards of sin are countless, the righteous’s names but a few pages, while evildoers cram the earth to overflowing.

"Yes, always so difficult,

always enduring all manner of ordeals in this world..."

The old Believer said tremulously, now bursting into tears, his previously suppressed weeping pouring out, the old man crying ceaselessly, his pain once shared by none.

Veldor looked at his Godfather, trembling all over, tears flowing continuously as he stood in front of that father, saying "too difficult" while in his tears, he hugged him tightly.

This father and son cried, mourned, their bodies shaking, their tears mingling, anger nowhere in sight, replaced by an endless stream of sorrow and rolling tears.

"God,

why is this path so arduous?!"

Veldor cried out hoarsely.

We have endured hardships and pain on this path...

God, do you see it?

They repeated it over and over again,

these two helpless souls, issuing the cries of life through their blurred tears.

"God,

look at all we’ve been through,"

The prayer, the prayer from a distant funeral, resounded once again.

Mournful True Believers gathered there, praying to God for salvation.

"Can you embrace us?

In this world,

embrace our difficulties, embrace our despair."

The father and son clasped in each other’s arms, suddenly shook violently.

Continuous suffering, angry quarrels, now melting into tears, the distant prayer seemed to awaken the deepest part of the soul.

Trembling, shuddering, they unconsciously blended into the prayer.

"God,

look at all we’ve been through,"

"Can you embrace us?

In this world,

embrace our difficulties, embrace our despair."

When disaster strikes, people always pray, what are they praying for?

Is it gratitude for His silence, or praise for His arrangement?

No, neither.

People are just praying,

these souls who have endured hardships and pain clustering, gathering, supporting each other, hands clasped together, no matter what comes next, they pray aloud, their voices joined together, enough to shake the ancient heavens and earth.

As if, inside, a voice was saying to one another:

Let us pray together.

Worry about nothing more.

All hardships and pains will drift away with the wind,

let us pray together.

We will never be alone.

Whatever happens, we shall share it together.

The long night will finally end, and tomorrow, the dawn will come again.

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