Mystery Paradise: Wishing Power Demon-Chapter 273 - 272 The Divinities Manifest
Chapter 273: Chapter 272: The Divinities Manifest
Chapter 273 -272: The Divinities Manifest
“Can anyone help me… Anyone will do, as long as someone can lend me a hand, I’m willing to devote the rest of my life…”
“Goddess Anya… King of the Storm… Paradise Master… Any of you will do!”
“I’ll make sure to worship you properly!”
Moge cried out in prayer, the taste of blood foaming in his throat, but no response ever came. He could only hear the surrounding despairing cries and low moans, or the vicious curses.
“Do you really think the divinities would look our way!?”
“They’re all blind, otherwise how could they possibly allow these bastards to torture us here!”
Moge turned a deaf ear to them, focusing on his own prayers, over and over again, over and over again… until all the sounds around him faded away, and even his own murmurs were almost gone.
What’s going on?
Why has it suddenly become so quiet?
He blinked, forcing himself to lift his head.
That’s when a beam of light shone into the cage, illuminating his dirty and disheveled face. Moge was startled for a moment, then his heart started pounding wildly! He realized that he was the only one who could move while everything around him seemed to have come to a standstill!
This was not something humans could do!
“Is it… are you a divinity!?”
He grasped the iron bars, asking eagerly.
Then, an image flashed in his mind: a city beyond the vast sea, flames piercing the sky, endless fields, people laughing and drinking as though they never had to worry about life. He almost instantly thought of the report about the new faith overseas.
“Are you the Paradise Master… Have you heard my prayers?”
Moge was beside himself with excitement, having not expected that the first to respond to him would be a divinity not widely known to most.
The light began to coalesce and finally formed into a question.
‘What is your name, where do you come from? Why do you call upon my name?’
What power is this!
It could actually make light twist into words like text!
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Stammering, Moge replied, “My name is Moge Weller, from, from Moonlight City, but my real home is a small village on the west side of the Kingdom, called Gula. I, I’m a merchant, so I have to travel around, and this time I came to Thistlefort, wanting to dispose of a batch of grain—cough cough cough…”
The long absence of water made his throat burn painfully, and the taste of blood grew even more intense, but he was afraid of offending the divinity and desperately stirred his tongue, trying to squeeze out a little of the remaining saliva to moisten his throat.
‘But you are now deep in a cage. Have you violated the law?’
“No, I haven’t!” Moge immediately shouted, even though it tore his throat, “I followed the rules for declaration and taxation, the goods are all good quality, no problems at all! It’s these defense forces… they seized my goods and my family, demanding I prove I’m not a spy for the rebels, or else pay a large sum as bail. I presented the merchant guild’s pass, but they took it as a forgery! I’m not a spy at all, I’m just born in the western part of the continent! These days, they’ve been holding me in a cage like cattle, as if they don’t care at all whether what I’m saying is the truth.”
‘Is the bail set very high?’
“It’s not just high, it’s abnormally excessive! It’s almost half of my possessions, how can I do business after that, the capital would all be sunk into it… it’s no different from demanding a merchant’s life!”
The more Moge spoke, the more agitated and wronged he felt!
He had been to so many places and encountered bandits and robbers, but this was the first time he was being framed like this by the Kingdom’s garrison—the very people who ought to maintain order and protect the safety of the citizens. Even if they wanted to squeeze a bit extra out of him, the practice of detaining a person for a strict trial was completely unreasonable!
It was hard to believe that upon his arrival, the residents outside the city had told him that the heretics and traitors hung at the city gates deserved to die—they were all liars, they all deserved it!
“I beg you! Please bring justice for me, letting me and my family escape from here is enough! We are innocent!”
He finally wept, unable to make a sound in his plea.
“Where is your family?”
“Two days ago, they were detained in the city, in what they call the Women’s Camp. My wife’s name is Xiar, and my daughter is Duofula… When they were captured, both of them were wearing wool sweaters and red trousers. Right… Xiar has blonde hair and wears a pair of copper earrings. They’re not worth much, so they shouldn’t have been taken. And…”
As he spoke, he waved his hands and wracked his brains to recall his family’s characteristics, trying to describe them as accurately as possible.
And the golden light remained still, as if it were really listening attentively.
Not until he was out of breath, his tongue heavy as if it were filled with lead, did the light begin to flicker again.
“One last question, how did you come to know of the existence of Paradise?”
“I… I read about it in the newspaper…” Moge’s voice returned to a weakened state, “It’s not a major newspaper, many people don’t believe it, but I feel that the person who writes these things doesn’t seem to be making them up out of thin air… As it turns out, Paradise really exists…”
“Tomorrow, someone will sign a contract with you, which will also be the proof to get you out of this desperate situation.”
“What about my family? Can they too be protected by your light?”
“Paradise will accept all.”
The light began to fade, and Moge reached out to hold onto it, but no matter how he grasped, he only felt the touch of air, “The person coming to rescue me, is he your Divine Envoy? What is his name? How will I recognize him…”
He was desperate to know more, but the light did not respond to him again.
“Are you sick, grasping at nothing like that!” Suddenly, a curse reached Moge’s ears, “Get the hell away from me!”
“Poor devil, must have been having a nightmare.”
“As if you’re any less pathetic…”
“Leave him be, the guy must be crazy.”
The noise started to grow around Moge again, and he abruptly opened his eyes, only to realize that it was the eve of dawn, with a sliver of pale light emerging in the dark sky. What his hands grasped was not the golden light or iron bars but the ankle of another prisoner.
Moge quickly let go.
Had he fallen asleep?
No… No… His expression became panicked. Could everything he just experienced have been just a dream conjured by his own mind? The hope that had just arisen started to waver, a chill raced up his spine to his brain, making him want to scream!
Just then, Moge suddenly felt something prick him in his sleeve.
He lowered his arm and found a small piece of paper hidden in his sleeve.
Pulling out the paper, it seemed to come from the packaging of some merchandise, stiff, with patterns printed on its surface.
The moment he saw the paper, his fear disappeared.
For on it, there was this line of text: Gate of Destiny Pharmaceuticals, Magnificent Castle.
He had never handled goods from the New Land, and in such a remote town, it was improbable for anyone to do business with Magnificent Castle. So how did the piece of paper end up in his sleeve?
There was one thing Moge was sure of: the Paradise Sect was born across the sea in Magnificent Castle.
Clutching the paper like a lifeline, he fell to his knees, crying. The tears that streamed out were not from fear but from the joy of regaining what was lost.
Thank goodness, thank goodness! He had not been dreaming! The Paradise Master really did hear his plea!
There was hope for his family after all!
