"Praise my Lord!"

"Please allow me to faithfully pray to You!"

On the scorched earth, a man with a severed arm knelt devoutly, praying loudly with a hoarse voice.

He called upon that unknown great presence.

Steven had already lost track of how long he'd been there.

How many days and nights had passed?

He couldn't remember.

Since witnessing that miracle, his concept of time had become chaotic.

He couldn't tell day from night.

He knelt there, praying day after day.

It was as if he could hear indescribable whispers in his ear, imparting the truths of the world to him.

Though he couldn't understand, he could sense the greatness of the Divine Spirit!

Divine Spirit!

The inviolable Divine Spirit!

Power!

Unseeable power!

...

Steven's mental state worsened, yet he felt more invigorated!

Some ancient stories even began to surface on their own in his mind.

It was as if some presence was whispering in his ear, and he softly recited along with it.

Eventually, Steven came to enlightenment.

Complete enlightenment!

He felt himself chosen by the Divine Spirit, becoming its messenger!

The mouthpiece to proclaim its name to the world!

He gladly accepted and was willing to bear this heavy responsibility.

However, relying on himself alone was far from enough.

He at least needed some helpers and had to successfully escape from there.

Thus, Steven prayed for the Divine Spirit to dispatch its messenger to save him.

At first, he directly wished for the Divine Spirit to send its Apostle to bring him, the messenger, out of difficulty and serve as a protector.

"I pray for you to allow your Apostle to appear! Let those Apostles bestowed with special missions bring me life and hope, escort me from here, and become my support!"

But the Divine Spirit did not respond.

Yet Steven did not lose heart; this request was indeed abrupt, and being rejected by the Divine Spirit was normal.

So, he lowered his expectations, continuing to pray, hoping for the Divine Spirit to send an Angel.

He no longer requested a bodyguard, only hoped the Angel could take him away from there.

"I also pray for you to send your Angel! Let that Angel with pure white wings, filled with holy light, carry me across this ocean."

However...the Divine Spirit still offered no response.

Steven's heart wavered slightly, but he didn't give up, continuing to pray.

This time, he fully recognized his position, humbly praying:

"If none of this is possible, then I pray for you to allow your Heroic Spirit to descend! Let those Heroic Spirits, known for their mighty power and fearless courage in legends, extend a hand during this perilous time!"

I no longer seek Apostles, nor Angels, nor do I wish to be taken away directly.

I simply hope that the Heroic Spirits can offer a bit of help.

A little help is enough!

However...

No matter how humbly he prayed or lowered his demands,

the Divine Spirit still did not respond.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the Divine Spirit.

At that moment, Steven suddenly felt a bit dazed, as if he had a moment of clarity, questioning whether that "miracle" had ever really occurred.

Had he, in fact, constructed the building and forgotten?

Mistakenly thinking it was the work of the Divine Spirit?

Could it be that the Divine Spirit had never existed from the start?

The more he thought this way, the more despondent Steven became.

And just as Steven began to doubt himself, even questioning the reality of the Divine Spirit... he heard a whisper.

"Who are you?"

!!!

Steven had long understood that there was no one else here but him.

But now, he heard a second person's voice.

What did this imply?

This meant he had finally been noticed by the Divine Spirit!!!

"I! I am Steven!"

"I am the most loyal servant of my Lord!"

Steven shouted excitedly, abruptly turning to look behind, trying to see the figure sent by the Divine Spirit.

!!!

"This..."

And when Steven turned around, he indeed saw all that he had prayed for!

An Angel with blood-red wings, a beautiful Apostle with a fish tail, and a Centaur Heroic Spirit clad in battle armor.

All of them appeared.

Everything he had prayed for appeared right before his eyes.

The Divine Spirit existed!

He had not abandoned me.

He sent all these beings to my side!

"Praise my Lord! Praise..."

Steven shouted in excitement, then felt the last ounce of strength drawn from his body.

He rolled his eyes back, collapsing heavily to the ground.

Completely lost consciousness.

...

"What's going on?"

Fremay casually cast a healing skill on the unconscious Steven, then curiously asked, "Was this your doing?"

"Of course not."

Herbert looked at Steven, who had been shouting to himself before fainting, and tilted his head in confusion.

What's going on?

This newly appeared character seems abnormal.

Is it because I haven't paid?

Indeed, playing without money... hmm.

Thinking it through, Herbert shook his head and didn't give it much thought.

"No, I don't know who he is, but don't worry, let's wait until he wakes up."

Whoever he is or whatever his purpose, it will be known once he wakes up.

With two Legendaries securing the area, plus himself, Herbert didn't believe this guy could really overturn the situation.

After instructing Sofia to drag Steven aside to keep watch, Herbert took Fremay's hand and began to stroll around the territory with her.

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