A complete farewell to the wretched and persecuted past. Now, Hevengio is a true religion, a group of intellectuals who perfectly pursue beautiful truths. How lonely and painful was it for them until now?

But now, they have obtained the opportunity to retaliate against the misguided Gweision and Gweisionism. What remains for the foolish Soljereon and Gweisionism is only the mercilessness of the Hevengio followers.

Kneeling under Greta’s chair, made of stone by Heven, the followers of Hevengio shouted.

“Please become our prophet.”

“Greta, you are the most suitable person chosen by Dolores. Please become the youngest leader of Hevengio.”

“Lead Hevengio!”

“Grant destruction to Soljereon, punishment to Gweisionism, honor to the ancestors, and glory to us!”

“Show us that mighty power that can turn this world into nothing!”
Numerous followers dressed in white bowed to Greta. Among them were those wearing Dolores’s blood-stained clothes, and there were also those who sprinkled perfume on Greta’s feet and kissed her lips.

Greta looked down at them with an indifferent expression. Those who knelt in white clothes, regardless of age or gender, all seemed small. They appeared too small, almost like ants or garbage. The ones who worshiped her so fervently felt insignificant.

Only then did Greta realize.

“Hysclif, my beloved son. Didn’t you say you wanted to become an emperor yourself?”

Before piercing her son’s belly with the sword that killed Hopkrand Baek, Hysclif’s words struck Greta’s heart. Sometimes, there are things you can only understand when you’re hurt. For example, how much it would hurt to be pricked by a thorn that seems sharp enough to the eye, the specific intensity of it. It’s like a shield that has surrounded Greta, covered in the deceptive guise that everything was done for Hysclif.

Greta looked at those who sent her worship with an empty gaze, then raised one corner of her mouth subtly. The cool smile spread to both corners of her mouth, and Greta laughed brightly.

“Haha… Hahaha…!”

The ones who were worshiping her trembled for a moment and then bowed even more. Greta raised both hands high, and there was power in these hands. It was a miraculous power that she had never possessed before.

“Hysclif, my son. Are you watching from the heavens?”

Continuously laughing, Greta addressed Hysclif, as if she expected a response. There was, of course, no response, but Greta smiled as if she had heard an answer. Holding her hands up to the sky, Greta repeated this extravagant behavior, alternating between boisterous laughter and a sly smile. Although she seemed like a madwoman, the followers of Hevengio welcomed her state even more.

In the fervent worship, Greta, with a beautiful smile as if blossoming flowers, spoke.

“Mom never wanted to be an emperor.”

Adults gain enlightenment through suffering. Greta was no exception. Numerous trials she had endured, the punishment she received for being a nobleman and gypsy hybrid, the loneliness of her childhood, the past, and the recent shocking series of events. All of these were trials testing Greta.

“Mom, you see.”

Greta spoke with a smile as beautiful as if flowers were blooming, addressing the followers who worshiped her with enthusiasm.

“I wanted to be a god.”

Finally, Greta became a god.

⭐⭐⭐
The vanished Hwangseong now had not even a trace left. However, it was not empty. The majestic Hwangseong had disappeared, and the gaping space was filled with screams. Those, including Benjamin and Yurisien, couldn’t regain their composure since arriving at Hwangseong.

“Ajina! Ajina! What should we do!”

“Jendel, snap out of it. Damn it, Jendel!”

“Plea-, plea-, please, save, save us, please…!”

Worried about each other, searching, and begging for their lives, the sounds of people falling in real-time due to attacks from lost undead were echoing. Some were fleeing from the undead, some were building defenses for patients, some were attacked while transporting patients and fell only to wake up as the undead… It was truly hellish, and there was no separate battlefield.