Gods and the Man Who Wants to Kill Gods

"Is that so?" said the humanoid across from him, sitting next to him. "You seem to be a human race, how are you doing in this church?" he had an unexpected affinity and a sense of transparency that was beyond that of a child of his age. Jack involuntarily let down his guard against him, for him, the current life is indeed good, but it is indeed unsatisfactory.

The identity of the human race has always been despised by other humanoids, and it seems to be an innate and inevitable contempt for the weaker race. The class system may certainly have an effect on humanoids, but what better way to distinguish you from other humanoids than your bloodline?

And in particular, the strange characteristics of the human race affect people all the time, such as the human race can be known as a human race as soon as you see it, and unexpectedly this trait makes the situation of the human race even more difficult.

"The older people here take good care of me and I'm doing well. What Jack didn't mention was the children around him, even if they were in the same position, as if they had to share a level with him. For young children, their own malice is often more pure and intuitive than that of adult humanoids.

Due to their age limit, their ideas did not exceed Jack's expectations, and the de facto dean and bishop did not have many plans to implement them. But it does have an impact on Jack's daily life, they are not blatant, they are not open, they are like in a church where the light of the cross cannot extend.

Jack used to practice his daily fixed prayers, where he could only stand, the candle flame dancing on his edge, but what he could never touch was the sunlight that came through the glass, the brightest things. His experience wasn't even bullying, it was just the neglect, contempt of countless peers, and the occasional harsh words from other children.

The unspeakable, the atmosphere that comes from the surroundings is the norm of his life, and the unbearable lightness of those secret lives, even if he doesn't understand such terms now, but it is just such unspeakable, which makes his life fall into some kind of incomprehensible vortex.

He should have lived happily and should have been happy, but at the same time he had his own unhappiness. These things were obviously not something he could express in front of such an honored guest, but it was not something that he understood at that time as a young man, but in the end he only briefly said what he felt pleasant about, and the reason was simply because he did not want to give his bad, negative emotions to the guest opposite.