The sweltering heat of August was far from pleasant.
The piercing chirping of cicadas mingled with the incessant honking of horns, creating an irritable atmosphere.
The crowd surged like a rushing river, pushing and shoving, while the Sun above embraced everyone equally, leaving almost everyone drenched in sweat.
Luciel, blending into the crowd, slapped away a hand attempting to grope him for the nth time, while simultaneously kicking a leering middle-aged man into an alleyway.
“Can’t this world just get better?
Boys need to protect themselves when they’re out and about too.” The man, kicked to the ground and unable to rise, indicated that he had something to say, but Luciel, who had kicked him in, indicated that he did not.
Even in the face of the smallest Darkness, Luciel believed that he, as a Prayer of Light, should mete out proper punishment.
That’s right, he was currently attempting to act as a Prayer of Light, because on a whim, he thought that acting out the Sun Pathway under the scorching Sun might provide some kind of bonus.
As for the piety toward the Sun that this persona was supposed to exhibit, Luciel had absolutely none of it.
This was because the Sun had rewarded Luciel with a fierce slap of heat.
Even a Beyonder had to follow biological instincts in the face of such scorching heat; he was drenched in sweat, and his shirt was stained with large patches of perspiration.
It looked like this garment needed a wash.
Basking in the Sun did nothing to help digest the Prayer of Light potion.
Instead, actions like punishing those with wandering hands, helping a little girl retrieve a balloon from a tree, or catching a cat for an old lady that had climbed up and couldn’t get down—receiving genuine gratitude—actually helped digest a tiny amount of the potion.
Solving dilemmas and praying for light formed a subtle equation; if he could truly find someone completely desperate and bring them hope, he might be able to digest a large portion of it directly.
Luciel thought to himself, while simultaneously assaulting the men and women around him with his beauty and an apparently good-humored smile.
In the process of Luciel constantly switching personas, the 136 Squad had already developed a certain degree of immunity to his appearance.
After all, one look at that face brought to mind his various personas and their respective likable or annoying personalities.
But strangers from a distance were a different story.
“Wow, handsome!
Look over here.” A sister with multicolored hair in a school uniform quickly approached Luciel with her phone, constantly striking various poses for photos.
Bold characters like this weren’t the first to appear, and as for the less bold ones…
Luciel glanced at a phone sticking out from behind a trash can nearby.
Come on, buddy, be more generous.
Luciel was certain he wouldn’t feel any disgust toward boys who were shy but didn’t confess.
Ignoring these people, Luciel continued walking in one direction, constantly looking around to see if anyone needed help.
Until a very peculiar scene caught his eye.
Beside the traffic light in front of him, a youth wearing a black short-sleeved shirt stood there, his eyes wrapped in thick black cloth, completely blocking out all light.
In his left hand, he carried a shopping bag full of vegetables, and his right hand held a guide cane resting on his shoulder.
This guide cane wasn’t performing its function of guiding a blind person; instead, it acted like a carrying pole, with a large barrel of peanut oil hanging from the end.
Luciel’s first thought was that a blind person needed help, and his second thought was: “Seriously, buddy, you aren’t even acting anymore.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were cosplaying a Blind Monk.” This scene was truly bizarre; the attention of a large crowd was drawn to it.
Luciel pondered whether this “blind person” needed help.
Theoretically, he was carrying a lot of things, and he was a blind person in the worldly sense, so he should be quite inconvenienced…
right?
‘Black cloth wrapped around the eyes, a guide cane used as a carrying pole—this must be the exclusive animation belonging to Lin Qiye among all protagonists; after all, there aren’t many protagonists who start out blind.’ Luciel always felt that when looking at this protagonist, there were some strange phantasms on him, as if countless illusions were flashing across him in an instant.
Like a building, like countless impossible miracles, like an expanse of Darkness, like countless fantastical magics…
In the end, everything combined into— Nothing?
Everything turned back into Lin Qiye, still that handsome youth with black cloth wrapped around his eyes.
‘Did I see wrong?
My intuition feels that staying by his side is a good decision, but those phantasms that flashed by just now…
Could it be that my essence is too high, allowing me to see this protagonist and the external cheats he carries directly?’ Luciel wasn’t sure, but he didn’t intend to get to the bottom of it.
The Mystery Pryer is a Sequence that can see secrets, and the only advice this Sequence—which will kill you if you look around blindly—gives to those who possess it is: do not look around blindly, and restrain your curiosity.
Luciel remembered that when he had a panoramic view of everyone’s past, present, and future in the Lord of the Mysteries world, some past experience from a beautiful Sequence 2 lady still remained.
Alright, telling the truth, otherwise it would be too much like an ignorant native or an AI answer that knows nothing.
Although he hadn’t finished the entire book and had done some jumpy, quantum reading in some places, Luciel still knew the basics of the Psychiatric Hospital of Gods, Nyx, and Merlin Hermes.
As for the other various strange phantasms, they should be the rewards given after other patients were cured.
Getting to the bottom of things could wait for the future; as for now, it was enough to care about the present.
Of course, because the protagonist possessed the identities of the 6 gods in the Psychiatric Hospital of Gods, as well as an agent of the Seraph Michael, even if Lin Qiye had nothing to do with the universe, his status was quite impressive.
Let’s get familiar first.
“You must need some help.” Luciel stepped forward, softening his voice, as if not to startle this blind person who couldn’t see.
Lin Qiye had already sensed Luciel when he was within 10 meters.
He initially thought that the youth’s looks were truly rare, perhaps some celebrity he hadn’t paid attention to.
Although he didn’t turn his head, he briefly appreciated it.
Until that youth walked straight toward him, Lin Qiye briefly imagined a mental short drama in his mind of a vicious passerby bullying a weak blind person for no reason, and the blind person raising the guide cane in his hand to defend his dignity.
But unlike the image he had suddenly imagined, Luciel’s expression and voice were quite gentle.
He even seemed to realize the abruptness of his actions, and his voice even carried a hint of caution as he extended goodwill toward him.
Lin Qiye felt a bit embarrassed.
Just as he was about to refuse, he saw the youth unleash a level of goodwill that felt like a home invasion.
The youth quickly and irresistibly took the peanut oil from Lin Qiye’s guide cane and the vegetables from his hand, and stood by his side.
“My name is Luciel.
Where is your home?
Do you need to hold onto the corner of my shirt?” “…Thank you, my name is Lin Qiye.
The shirt corner won’t be necessary, I can lead the way.” ————————
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”