Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

The sound has been elongated by the poor repair of the wooden door, and it even sounds like a greeting is being sung, and it has to be said that the children's voices are sometimes more annoying than the noise.

This did not seem to be the right idea for a bishop, but in any case he had become disgusted with the so-called old rules, which the Apostle Ray never actually promoted, although in essence he did not propagate anything about God, and the bishop spent the best years of his youth here for forty years.

However, gradually he also vaguely realized that the gods were not important in the heart of the Thunder Apostle, which made him confused, and at the same time, he also felt extremely tortured in his heart. Will his faith, what he has been taught from a young age, give the humanoids who come to pray for a better future, and can it give them the vision they promised?

It was the same day, the same door opened, but what he saw was not the church that should have been unchanged, and the light that was as silent as ever.

A young human species was sitting alone, alone. He sat quietly in the first row, not far from the center where he preached his daily teachings, but not close. The morning sun shone on his face, and it was not his prerogative, for the Bishop had seen many very beautiful humanoids, always carrying all sorts of worries and pains that were difficult to tell the average human being, as the gods said, "Happiness always needs to be complemented by suffering." Even though they knew that the gods were such a bad being, people were still willing to take the trouble to build temples for Him and spread their teachings.

His hand holds all the stars

His eyes are on all suffering

His ears collect all the sorrows

—Gospels, Chapter 1, Verse 1

Only he understood that the book, called the Gospel, was a mere account of the apostles' painful experiences, and that attempts to solve problems that did not work, and that there was no divine will, and that it seemed like a fabrication and a perfunctory thing.

"Young human race, I don't have a guest like you here. After a moment's pause, the bishop quickly began the main part of his day's work, asking about the suffering of humanoids, and using a series of words to make what was hopeless more bearable.

The human race looked back, "Unfortunately, I won't be your guest today, my pain is too heavy for you, and I don't have the idea of sharing my suffering with other humanoids. His delicate appearance was undoubtedly highlighted when he looked back, and his long black hair and deep pupils were rare in the star field.

"I'm here to meet old friends, and by the way, I'm here to answer your questions. "

"Me?".

"yes, I don't know why my old friend chose to meet here, but that was the moment I saw you, and I think I understood a little. "

"Why is that?".

"I've seen a lot of humanoids who are about to lose their faith, or who are skeptical of their beliefs. "Most of them have experienced hardships, displacement, and separation. Their faith never blessed them, and in spite of their devotion to it, the eyes of the gods did not cast a trace of mercy on them, or did not actually help them in any way. "

"I understand such humanoids, and of course I have seen such humanoids as you speak. But I don't seem to fall into that category. The bishop did not deny the firmness of his faith, which could not be avoided by simply denying it, but he was more concerned with what the man meant by "answering doubts."

"Yes, you're rarer, but you're also more common. "