To Felix:
Who is
His name is renowned—so well-known that even a three-year-old child would recognize it.
He is a "god." Yes, the very god you and your people primarily worship.
No matter how absurd the wish, no matter how unreasonable the demand, as long as it is within
He has earned the approval of everyone—yes, even the[World]. A mortal who ascended to godhood—a feat so extraordinary, isn't it?
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But how well do you really know him?
In this world, anyone can become a god. That's common knowledge.
But not everyone can ascend. Only the most "gifted" elites have even the faintest chance.
Sadly, I'm not one of them. I'm just an ordinary mortal, without any remarkable [Abilities].
And I've had no fated encounters leading to the tempering of my [Abilities], nor any trials to forge me into something greater.
Hah. Sometimes, I wish I could be like
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Alright, let me continue.
In the past, people used to call
It was as if he had been "blessed by the World" itself.
The other [Candidates for Godhood] who crossed his path all submitted to his overwhelming power.
But the price of becoming a god is often a heavy one, as history has repeatedly shown us.
He carries the endless suffering of his past, the wails of the dead who perished along his path of "trials," and the sins of one destined to bear the guilt of fate.
Sometimes, he hears the curses of those who died because of him.
Sometimes, he recalls the shattered fragments of his childhood.
And sometimes, he dreams of the familiar faces he once knew.
But every day, he remembers HIS silhouette—the one person he swore to never lose again.
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After ascending to godhood,
He deceived and exploited the faith and prayers of his followers to save [###].
Ha, what a sentimental god. I suppose I should "thank" him for that.
He used our strength to try and overturn the [Prophecy]—
The prophecy that foretold the tragic end of [###],
where its believers would face [Faith's Ruin] and perish in despair.
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But alas…
A god destroyed by [Faith's Ruin] cannot be resurrected.
In the end,
This, of course, only added another layer of frost to the already thick snow of his tragic past.
After all, without [###], there would be no
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Upon inheriting HIS [$%#@ Divine Authority], he wielded the power of two gods' [Divine Authorities] in tandem.
He poured HIS soul back into HIS body, hoping to resurrect the dead.
But "a god's revival" is forbidden by the [Principles of the World]. He had used the wrong method.
HIS soul and body shattered and fragmented—
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The only way to truly resurrect HIM was to betray the [Principles of the World] and wager his godly life in a reckless gamble.
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I know you've forgotten why
But I know. Only I know. Because I am your last believer.
Signed,
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Stop pretending. We're old acquaintances.
I know you're reading this letter, Elias.
Even after hundreds of years, you're still the same: just as hypocritical as ever!
I wish the whole world knew your "true face" before this world resets.
Why did you prophesy HIS future? I refuse to accept it!!!
It's all because of you that
It's all because of you that I lost my [Abilities].
You stole my chance, and yet you've done nothing to benefit your believers.
You left me powerless.
If fate had chosen me instead, the world wouldn't have ended up like this.
You, a false saint, a control freak—I curse you for ten lifetimes and more.
You will never surpass HIM. You were never meant to become the "Supreme God."
I hope that one day someone takes their revenge on you, Elias.