The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1313 386: I Will Be the First to Die

The "gods" in the Void went to have dinner while their meticulously chosen "pieces" just stepped onto the chessboard.

The practice has begun.

On the 180th day, Jon finally comprehended the secret teachings imparted to him by the Void and learned the most basic magic of invoking the Holy Light.

He called it "Spiritual Energy."

Even with the Divine's "guidance," it took him this long to awaken, and he was fully aware that he was not naturally gifted. The Divine must have seen something else in his Soul beyond mere talent.

'You are not that one in a million exception.'

'But, it could still be you.'

To fulfill the mission bestowed upon him by the new god Colin, he began to walk along the city's fringes, delving into the corners beneath its glamorous facade.

That was the "lower sewer" of the Cosmic City, a Maze made of abandoned pipelines, intricate climbing frames, and precarious metal rooftops.

The air here was always filled with the metallic stench of oil and the sour smell of undecaying chemical waste. Moreover, the despair from the perpetual dimness and stagnant air made this place suffocating with a damp, heavy oppression.

The sky above was shattered by the steel skeletons of the upper city, only allowing a few strands of murky moonlight to trickle through the overlapping gaps during midnight's brief system reboot of the never extinguished holographic billboards, sprinkling mercy-like over this forgotten land.

He had never imagined such a place could exist.

But he should have known long ago that the taller the High Tower, the broader its shadow would be.

And entering here, Jon suddenly realized for the first time that owning a "free Refrigerator" made him lucky. Many haven't even seen a Refrigerator, nor have had the chance to curse him online.

Of course, no bank would lend to them, and hence none had any implants installed.

At that moment, Jon recalled the Oracle Colin had sent him through the Void 180 days ago—

'To attain redemption, you must save more than just yourself!'

With a touch of humble reverence, he did not scream with despair nor immediately raise a flag of rebellion like others.

Like a raindrop gently nourishing the earth, he melted silently into the small puddles buried under the steel Maze, beyond the reach of any light.

This is his mission!

In a corner of a shack soaked by acid rain, a five or six-year-old Gray Man girl curled up on the cold metal floor, coughing black phlegm mixed with iron scraps due to Rust Disease.

Her father was a man who lost his left arm to a work injury. The meager compensation couldn't even save himself, leaving him only to hug his child with despair, trying in vain to preserve the last warmth flowing from his daughter.

They were the ones the Federation and corporations wanted to discard.

After creating unimaginable wealth using the Strength of Gray Men, enormous and useless populations had become a burden.

Machines were more efficient, cheaper, and spared the enormous maintenance costs without the rejection risk when replacing implants.

Only by removing these historical burdens left by the Federation could they sprint lightly towards the stars, before turning back to the Wasteland era once again due to resource exhaustion, building grander cities in the sky.

Perhaps the Gray Man civilization would no longer exist.

But a new civilization would be born upon the corpse of this giant whale.

Maybe venerating the fate of these pitiful people is also a choice. Their pain wouldn't pass down for long, for they are the last generation.

But Jon chose a different path.

Before the Gray Man civilization and legacy were completely choked, he would use his Soul to emit those faint but intense ripples that awaken those lost in the Void of materialism!

He silently walked forward, crouching gently under the father's wary and desperate gaze.

Without a word, he extended his right hand, still made of flesh and blood, and rested it on the girl's burning forehead.

A faint yet incredibly pure halo of pale gold seeped slowly from his palm, through the gray skin.

This light differed from the cold, glaring neon of the upper city, carrying the warmth of Life, like it came from the true sun.

A miracle occurred.

The girl's violent coughing gradually ceased, her rapid breathing calmed, and her feverish, sallow face started to regain its normal hue.

Her father stared agape, speechless, only able to let the murky tears cascade from his bloodshot eyes.

When Jon withdrew his hand, the girl had already fallen into a deep slumber, breathing steadily.

"Thank you... my benefactor, what do you want? I can give you everything I have!"

The man trembled as he knelt to the ground, offering his most humble knee and dignity to the silent savior.

Yet Jon lifted him up, simply shook his head lightly, conveying the teachings of the new god with calm resolve.

"You don't need to thank me."

"It wasn't me who healed her, but the Strength infused by all of our hopes."

"Everything is Colin's will."

"If others need help, tell them to silently call this name in their hearts."