Chapter 70

After regaining consciousness, Mo Yin suddenly sat up straight, the
magnificent purple scene before his eyes seeming as if it hadn’t dissipated,
stunningly beautiful…

“Coordinator…” the system cautiously called out.

“Shut up.”

The system fell silent.

There seemed to be a lingering sensation of pain in his organs. Mo Yin
raised his hand to touch his ear, feeling a dampness at the base.

Was he sweating?

Natural humans rarely secreted bodily fluids.

The images of the world still flashed vividly in his mind, unusually
affecting him, especially the scene of He Xuan’s chest being pierced by the
blade… Mo Yin furrowed his brows. What kind of world was this, exactly?

“Connect me to headquarters.”

“Alright, please wait a moment.”

Ten milliseconds later, the headquarters line was connected, and Mo Yin was
greeted by a sweet voice from customer service.

“Are you saying this is just a world with a slightly higher energy
level?”

“Yes, only coordinators like you with extremely high mental powers can
access it.”

“Then why are there no tasks or guidance?”

“Because this is a world with a particularly high energy level.”

“…Fine.”

Well, that was a lot of hot air.

Mo Yin directly cut off the communication, his expression slightly dark as
he looked at a point in the air.

“Coordinator…” the system weakly spoke up again. “Are you
going back to rest?”

“Did the world collapse again?”

“Yes, it did.”

“Why are you so happy when the world collapses?”

“…It’s because I’m happy to work with a powerful coordinator like
you.”

“Work together?” Mo Yin sneered. “I don’t seem to have seen
you in the small world.”

The system fell silent once more.

It seemed that he wouldn’t get any information from the official channels of
the alliance. Mo Yin stood up, instinctively placing his hands behind his back,
then shook them off, bringing them forward and flipping the middle finger into
the void, as if firing a gun twice.

The system stifled a laugh.

Whether it was its illusion or not, it felt like the natural human had
become a bit more lively.

*

In the end, he did win.

Mo Yin lay on the bed, his hands behind his head, his brows furrowed.

That was beyond doubt.

If He Xuan didn’t die, he wouldn’t die either. In the future, He Xuan would
have to kneel and shout long live to him.

The protagonist had collapsed, the world had collapsed, and he was very
satisfied with that.

It’s just the reason for the collapse…

Mo Yin turned over.

There were too many doubts about this world compared to the first one.

The basic situation upon entering was far from the norm.

If he hadn’t prepared to bring mental power in, he wouldn’t have survived
even one episode. What kind of big antagonist was this? He was practically a
cannon fodder.

The most absurd part was that in the end, even the protagonist’s faith was
shattered by him, body and soul destroyed. After the protagonist’s energy
leaked out, it was actually used to reinforce the world?

Truly unprecedented.

If it weren’t for the fact that his body couldn’t hold up any longer at the
end, he could have sent off the protagonist, held a memorial service or
something, and then waited for the collapse of the world after his death.

Mo Yin looked pensive. He realized that he was becoming more and more
inclined to think. In the past, he was too lazy to think about such matters.
All his thoughts were focused on seeking pleasure, and he had no interest in
anything else.

He had truly changed.

The small world had an influence on him.

*

Mo Yin went to the edge of the galaxy.

As a natural human, he had absolute freedom on this planet.

Mo Yin sat on the open grass and watched the sunset.

After watching, he felt that this sunset was not as beautiful as the one in
the small world.

Especially the one that appeared when the world was collapsing.

Although it was a sunset, it gave people a feeling of vitality.

It even diluted the pleasure he felt from the collapse of the world. In its
place was a long-lasting, tranquil, gentle, and sweet pleasure, compared to the
short-lived frenzy. That pleasure was gentle and enduring…

Damn.

Although this planet was originally nothing in his eyes, it was still too
much to say that it was worse than the mission world.

The sky was full of stars, with no moon in sight. They couldn’t see the moon
on this planet.

After sitting alone in the darkness for a while, Mo Yin felt that some of
the residual emotions in his body seemed to have been consumed. He stood up and
saw a group of white tombstones.

At the edge of the planet lay the graves of natural humans.

Mo Yin had never been interested in such things, but for some reason this
time, he walked over.

In today’s spiritualized age, it was somewhat contradictory and ridiculous
for a natural human who advocated mental power to have physical gravestones set
up.

Mo Yin’s parents were natural humans, but he had lost them from birth. His
mother died in childbirth, and his father had an accident. The nurturing
department of the alliance showed him their photos. The man and woman in the
photos looked ordinary, and he didn’t feel much, except for being surprised at
how such an ordinary couple could conceive such a powerful natural human like
him?

There were no names or photos on the gravestones, just pure milky-white
stones. Mo Yin guessed that his parents were probably buried under two of these
stones.

Mo Yin withdrew his gaze and walked back.

If he died, he didn’t want to be buried here.

*

After a few days of rest, Mo Yin quickly returned to the task room. He was
too lazy to waste words with the system and said directly, “Start the
task.”

The system replied simply, “Alright.”

Should he try bringing mental power into the world again?

Mo Yin had considered this question during his rest period.

Bringing mental power into the small world would have a significant impact
on him. After coming out of the last small world, he actually dreamed.

He intermittently dreamed of fragments of many small worlds, and he
remembered the faces of the characters in the small worlds very clearly.

He could feel that a part of him was changing.

But so what?

When that power came, Mo Yin still used his mental power to resist the
robbery, and whether or not he had become stronger, this time the force trying
to seize his mental power was much weaker…

Mo Yin didn’t have time to think more. His whole person plunged into
darkness.

It was a completely thorough darkness.

“Oh my, what captivating eyes you have. Oh, my little angel, don’t look
at me like that, my heart is melting for you. Poor little baby, you are so
beautiful…” The old nun affectionately rubbed her wrinkled nose against
the baby’s belly, “Only a devil could bear to abandon you.”

The Clavich Monastery gained a beautiful baby boy, with skin as white as
sheep’s milk and hair as light as gold. The most captivating feature was his
pair of deep green eyes, like lakes, forever peaceful and serene, enchanting
anyone who gazed into them.

The nun who found him named him “Eugene,” hoping he would grow up
to be a noble and healthy handsome boy.

As Eugene grew older, the nuns discovered his flaw.

For this reason, the old nun cried bitterly and prayed incessantly before
God, begging for a miracle. It was too cruel for someone as beautiful as Eugene
to be unable to appreciate the beauty of the world.

But God did not respond to her, and Eugene continued to grow up in darkness.

He was a beautiful blind boy, and he knew it.

Every stranger who saw him would first praise his beautiful appearance, then
accuse his blindness, condemning the cruelty of the world for not allowing a
person so close to perfection to truly be perfect.

To this, Eugene always smiled, “God has His arrangements.”

Everyone loved Eugene.

He was beautiful, gentle, and kind. Although he couldn’t see, he was
meticulous in his work. He was so diligent and willing to do anything he could,
eager to help people, anyone, whether it was the nuns in the monastery, the
villagers in the village, or passersby. As long as someone called him,
“Dear Eugene, can you help me?” Dear Eugene would immediately say,
“Please let me help, may God bless you and me.”

Besides helping people, Eugene also liked to help animals. When the fiercest
goose in the village was injured, only Eugene could approach it. It nestled
quietly and obediently in Eugene’s arms, as gentle as a little bird.

And Eugene actually called it that, “Poor little bird, your wings are
injured, let me help you.”

Poor Eugene couldn’t see. He thought he was holding a swan.

Eugene was truly like an angel, everyone said so.

At the age of ten, the nuns sent Eugene to the theological college in the
capital city of Esburg.

“Albert, I pray for your blessings upon this lovely child. He believes
in God devoutly and doesn’t complain about his suffering,” the old nun
held his hand and handed him to the priest, “He’s an angel, you’ll
see.”

At the theological college in Esburg, Eugene was also popular.

The popular Eugene gradually grew to the age of eighteen and became the
youngest priest on the entire Auston continent. He swore to devote his life to
the light in the darkness.

This didn’t sound like a villain at all.

So, let’s rewind a bit.

When young Eugene discovered he was different from others, that he was blind
while others could see, hatred for the world ignited in his heart.

Every night, the nuns would pray with him, praying for God’s blessing to
restore his sight.

Eugene prayed devoutly, thinking to himself, “Damn you, God. You better
restore my sight soon, or you’ll send me to hell!”

A year later, Eugene realized that God had not blessed him, so he angrily
threw the cross into the pigsty.

As he grew older, receiving praise from strangers and criticism of the
world’s unfairness, Eugene thought to himself, “You’re absolutely right.
God is unfair. He should dig out the eyes of you damned people for me to
use.”

As he worked, he cursed in his heart. As he helped people, he cursed in his
heart. As he held that goose, he thought, “This damned goose, wait until I
pluck all your feathers and cook you into a delicious soup!”

In Eugene’s mind, most things were prefixed with “damn.”

He seemed like a devil disguised as an angel, using his angelic face to
conceal his malicious heart.

With his surface beauty and inner cunning, he successfully deceived everyone
around him, defeated monks with much greater qualifications, and became the new
priest of the Esburg Church.

Oh, the priest of the Esburg Church. This meant he could climb up to the
gentry and nobility, with lots of money and treasure flowing through his hands.
He swore his fingers would be tighter than God’s buttocks, making sure all the
wealth fell into his hands without a single penny missing, becoming a wealthy
bastard.

Just like the previous world, Mo Yin directly became a baby, experiencing
life from the birth canal. Unlike the previous world, where he had some sort of
third-person perspective, able to clearly see who harmed Mo Zigui, in this
world, perhaps due to bringing in more mental power, he completely became
Eugene. In a very short time, he experienced eighteen years of a dark life.

When he felt his consciousness fully recede, he couldn’t help but sigh in
his heart—damn it, how does such a hypocritical and greedy priest resemble the
setup of a major villain?!

Compared to the previous world, in this world, everyone around Eugene loved
and supported him, and he didn’t have any enemies. Of course, from another
perspective, everyone was his enemy, and dear Eugene hated everyone, which was
a bit like him.

“Father,” a gentle voice called out.

Mo Yin turned around.

His mental power amplified the perception of this body, making his hearing
and sense of smell extremely sensitive. Although he couldn’t see, he still
accurately turned his face to the direction of the sound, identifying from the
voice that it was Brother Bunier in the church.

Brother Bunier was ten years older than this young priest, but that didn’t
make him proud. The priest’s pure faith and noble character deeply impressed
him, and his ten years were merely wasted youth. Father Eugene was the true
greatness.

“Prince Oss has arrived.”

Mo Yin’s mind immediately retrieved information about this character.

In this fragmented continent, the Lecy he was in was a monarchy on the verge
of collapse. The war between the Revolutionary Party and the Royalist Party was
in full swing. King of Yarlin was old and weak, and Crown Prince Sharman was
seriously injured in battle with the revolutionary party on Falkland. So, the
various princes were itching to move, rushing to the capital to visit the poor
creature who might soon lose his throne.

Prince Oss was one of them.

Prince Oss full name was Randes de Hacat, and his fief was in Oss, making
him one of the few lords among the princes who actually had practical control
over his fief. His brother once sarcastically said, “This is great, Randes
can use the right of the first night in his fief,” and he shrugged,
“But if he doesn’t do that, which woman would want to sleep with
him?” He burst into laughter, only to be punched in the nose by Randes
immediately.

Randes was an unfortunate prince. He was born with a limp, his left leg
slightly shorter than his right. Moreover, he had experienced a fire in his
childhood, which had left half of his face horrifically scarred, making him
look far from friendly, much less like a devil. Despite all this, Randes
gradually grew up to become the Prince of Oss.

Leaning on his cane, Randes stepped down from the carriage. The weather was
hot, and he wore a white silk shirt with a classic wave pattern on the collar
and sleeves, rather than the trendy ruffled style. His collar was slightly
open, revealing his sturdy chest, tanned dark from hunting. He draped a short
hunting cloak over his shoulders, and the steel tip of his cane struck the
ground with force as he slowly raised his head, revealing the scarred half of
his face.

The left side of his face was covered in brown burn scars, almost unbearable
to look at. The remaining half could be considered handsome, but it was ruined
by the cold, ruthless gleam emitted from his deep brown eyes. He looked like a
butcher, as if punished for slaughtering in the flames of hell.

“Bill,” Randes’s voice was elegant and graceful. Finally, there
was something in him that matched his noble status. However, the language he
spoke was so biting, even blasphemous, with a casual brutality. “Let us
pray, hoping that our beloved blind priest is at least not more greedy than
Mammon.”