After a period of busyness, Violet, having washed her face and changed into a solemn black robe, held Nastasia and stood before the crowd in the moonlight.
She scanned her surroundings, her voice slightly childish but filled with undeniable seriousness.
“I have heard everyone’s intentions from Tia.
But do you truly understand the god’s doctrine?”
This question was very important.
She didn’t want the Order of Chaos to follow the same old path as in her past life.
Being an enemy of the world might seem cool, but Violet didn’t think she had the ability for it.
Not to mention the Eternal Sect looming over her head, the other weaker righteous god sects were not something she could deal with.
Furthermore, Nastasia had several old enemies hiding somewhere.
So, before recruiting followers, Violet wanted to eliminate some potential dangers.
Doing good deeds under the banner of an evil god sect would at least allow her to die a more graceful death.
The villagers looked at each other, but none of them backed down.
Although their responses were sporadic, they still gave a positive answer.
Almost everyone standing here had witnessed Nastasia’s crop-growing miracle with their own eyes.
They had previously harbored reservations, and most were either pessimistic about the sect or fearful of it.
But after these few days of interaction, they could feel that this girl, who called herself a “god’s apostle,” was different from the members of other sects.
Those righteous god sects never did anything without asking for something in return.
They wouldn’t help them repair the village, let alone prepare food for the winter.
Many villagers who thought they wouldn’t survive this winter had already begun to waver.
Their hearts were like two sides of a coin.
No matter the outcome of the toss, the answer was already there the moment the coin was flipped.
Violet looked at the nodding crowd and slowly placed Nastasia on her head.
“Quick, tell me what to do.”
This was her first time preaching to so many people, and she was a little at a loss.
Nastasia brought a tentacle close to her ear and whispered a few words to her.
After hearing the complete process, Violet took a deep breath and said in a clear voice:
“Since everyone is clear about the doctrine, then repeat the god’s venerable name with me and pray to the god.”
The slight murmurs from below immediately disappeared.
Even as commoners, the villagers knew the importance of this moment, and their expressions became serious.
Violet looked at the crowd, nodded slightly, and began to speak:
“The incarnation of disorder.”
“The veil of chaos.”
“You are the end of order, the witness of the end of all things.”
In a daze, Violet felt the ground beneath her feet turn to mist.
Accompanied by a feeling of weightlessness, her body kept falling downwards.
The world blurred into indistinguishable color blocks before her.
She seemed to have arrived beneath the surface of the water, at an unknown depth.
Light could not reach here.
Violet could only “see” a void, like the world seen by a blind person.
“#%kin*#*!”
Someone seemed to be calling her, but the voice was too blurry, and she couldn’t hear it clearly at all.
“#kin%#*!”
The voice was getting closer, and it had an indescribably familiar feel.
“My kin!”
The moment she heard the voice clearly, Violet’s body rapidly floated upwards, and the world before her gradually became clear.
At the boundary between illusion and reality, she saw the countless swaying black shadows beneath the water’s surface.
And in the center of the black shadows, a single scarlet eye slowly lit up.
It wasn’t until she felt the real touch of her body and Tia’s soft hand supporting her arm that Violet was sure she had returned to reality.
“Sister Elynne…”
Tia looked at the pale Violet with concern and asked softly:
“Was the blessing too tiring? You almost fainted just now.”
“I’m… I’m fine…”
Violet forced a smile, but it quickly faded.
Because she could no longer feel her connection with Nastasia!
The Evil God, who was quietly sitting on her head, seemed to have become a real octopus hat, motionless.
Her previously lively tentacles now hung limply.
At this moment, Violet’s heart suddenly trembled, and the strong palpitation made her very uncomfortable.
So she took Tia’s hand and requested:
“Tia, help me calm everyone down. I need to rest for a bit.”
After saying this, she didn’t wait for Tia’s refusal, pushed open the door, and walked back into the house.
As soon as she entered the door, she took down Nastasia with trembling hands.
The Evil God, whose tentacle tips were still stained with a little ink, was motionless, letting her do as she pleased.
“Hey! What’s wrong with you?!”
Violet gently placed Nastasia on the desk, squeezing Her tentacles in an attempt to wake Her up.
But Nastasia remained motionless, as if dead.
Connecting this sudden change to the venerable name she had just recited, Violet gritted her teeth and recited it again:
“The incarnation of disorder.”
“The final curtain of chaos.”
“…”
But this time, she didn’t fall into that illusory space like before.
She was still in the same place.
Just as she was at her wit’s end, a transparent light floated into her vision and slowly merged with Nastasia’s body.
This was “faith,” the faith from those villagers just now.
Seeing this, Violet’s spirits lifted.
She picked up Nastasia’s body, pushed open the door, and went outside.
The villagers who heard the commotion all looked over, and upon seeing her, they swarmed towards her.
“Apostle, what happened to you just now? Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”
“Yeah, I saw you almost fainted just now. Are you too tired?”
As they spoke, transparent light kept rising from them.
As the distance closed, the gathered faith came faster.
Nastasia, surrounded by faith, finally moved.
Violet, whose attention was focused on Her, keenly saw a tentacle rise and then fall.
Seeing that faith was effective, she let out a long sigh of relief.
Although she didn’t know what had happened to Nastasia’s body, at least She was still alive.
Perhaps She was just overly tired from blessing so many villagers at once.
Violet thought to herself, but she reassured the crowd.
“Everyone, it’s getting late. Please go back and rest as soon as possible.”
The villagers dispersed as told.
When Violet was about to go home to rest, she found Tia standing at the door, looking at her with a worried expression.
“Sister Elynne, are you really okay?”
She took a step forward and supported Violet’s arm with her hand, her voice full of concern.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine.”
Since it was about Nastasia’s situation, Violet couldn’t make a big deal out of it.
She could only reassure Tia and ask her not to press further.
This appearance of hers, in Tia’s eyes, became a pretense of being strong.
She simply took Violet’s hand and helped her to the bed.
“But your body is so cold, as cold as a block of ice.”
Saying this, Tia raised her hand and touched Violet’s forehead with the back of her hand.
In her perception, although the other’s complexion looked much better, her body temperature was still very low, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.
“My body temperature is very low?”
Violet raised her hand in a daze and touched her own face.
The touch was no different from before, and maybe even a little smoother?
She thought to herself, thinking it was just Tia being overly worried.
“Don’t worry, I’m an apostle of an evil god, after all.”
So she gently pushed Tia away, signaling her to relax.
Tia stood by the bed, her eyes meeting Violet’s, as if trying to see through her disguise.
But all she could see was the clear bewilderment in Violet’s eyes.
Helpless, she could only emphasize:
“If there’s anything, you must not hide it from me!”
Violet nodded like a pecking chicken.
After seeing Tia off, the thoughtful Violet subconsciously clenched her hand, feeling that something was missing.
She looked around and her gaze fell on the empty little nest on the bedside table.
That’s right, the Evil God who always wanted to crawl into her bed was missing.
Violet got up from the bed, walked to the desk, and grabbed the seemingly somewhat dead Nastasia, placing Her on the bedside table.
After doing all this, she felt an inexplicable wave of drowsiness.
Before she could think about the source of this drowsiness, Violet’s vision went black.
“Thud—”
The sound of the girl falling to the ground echoed in the room, followed by a long silence.