My name is Yan Rabbe.

I was born in a family with a very strong religious atmosphere. My father was a cardinal. The believers bowed at his feet every day, asking for the blessing of the gods.

They said that their lives were given by God and arranged by God.

This made me, who would inherit my father's career in the future, feel disgusted.

Yes, my father told me since childhood that I would inherit his position and become the spokesperson for the gods.

But I don't think it's not because this future is bad. On the contrary, in the view of any normal person, this planned future is really great, as if it is destined to stand in heaven at birth.

But I don't like it.

Because this is not what I want, or rather, I don’t like the fate that is arranged by others.

That is not free, just like the domestic animals raised by servants in a large manor since childhood, and they are slaughtered by others until the day they die, they don’t even know what they want.

I want to pursue the same thing, what I really want to pursue, a desire, no matter what that is, I will give everything for it, and the gods cannot stop me.

If God blocks me, then I will become a god.

That should be absolutely freedom, right?

In my mind, from the moment I was born, a familiar but strange voice began to echo constantly.

That voice told me that I should destroy something.

I tried to follow the prompts of this sound. I did a lot of bad things, breaking the windows of my house, killing my favorite cat, poisoning the cute little nanny who grew up with me, and finally... I killed my father.

That day, he was stabbed to death by me in his sleep, and his eyes were full of disbelief before he woke up.

His eyes were filled with sadness, as if he could not believe that his son, who had given all his hopes, would do such a thing to him.

I also felt sad, and I remembered the various good things this man has treated me since he was a child.

But at that moment, the corners of my mouth still couldn't help but raise my mouth wildly, and I couldn't help laughing out loud, and I couldn't stop, just like a monkey that was itchy.

The body began to inexplicably pour in some power. This power, called "Hume" that I later learned, quickly changed my body in a short period of time and gave me extraordinary abilities.

But none of these matters. What really makes me happy is that I finally understand what I want.

That day, I understood the truth of my desires.

That is, breaking the desires of others. My father wanted me to be a superior person like him since he was a child, and to make me happy... I shattered that desire.

That moment was the most beautiful scene in my eyes.

Since then, I have done many similar things. I pursue my desires, work tirelessly, follow the voice in my mind, and never violate it.

I think a person who completely follows his own desires should be... free, right?

A person who lives chasing his own desires should not become a livestock that exists even if he dies?

Yes, I am free, an individual with absolutely free will and chasing my own desires will not be the mercy of anyone.

Freedom! Freedom! Freedom! I shouted these two words, and I even began to be unable to tell which one’s true desire was.

At the same time, a little doubt began to arise in my heart.

Over the years, who has made the sound that echoed in my mind and the sound that guided my desires?

Or, who sets his own desire to "break other people's desires"?

"Sir, you seem to like reading."

The little churchman standing next to the hall looked at me looking at a book and asked curiously.

At that time, I was no longer named Yann. I pretended to be the eleventh pope of the Saccharon Sect, Karl Ravch.

I closed the book and looked gently at the little churchman beside me. The child's eyes always shone with light, and he was full of curiosity and desire for everything about me.

I'm looking forward to the day when it's crushed.

So I smiled and raised the book in my hand.

"Yes, people can only experience the feeling of gods when reading books."

"What a god feel?"

"Humans cannot change their destiny. The good or bad of a person, the growth of a person, and the life experiences of a person are all arranged in some kind of power." Yann whispered: "The characters in the book are like this. They cannot change them, so we are gods. We write their stories according to our own preferences, ravaging or beautifying their lives wantonly."

Just like, domestic animals, I made a slight evaluation in my heart.

"So...what are our gods?" the little churchman asked me.

I can't give an answer.

Yes, who created me, and since I was born, has called out such a voice in my mind?

Who did my desire set me?

I was troubled because if I did not follow my desires, I would not be able to gain freedom in this world.

But if I simply pursue my desires, will I live outside of this world? What about the settings of some people?

I am still not free, which really makes me feel disgusted.

I was trapped in this kind of distress and seemed to be unable to find a solution to the problem at all. The more I thought about it, the more I became more and more annoyed.

So I could only kill and anesthetize myself by fulfilling my desires.

I am a pleasure criminal, but in this situation, what else can I do besides pursuing the pleasure of desire?

I was deeply trapped in a kind of trouble that I could not get confession and could not extricate myself.

Until one day, I met him, the little boy named Zhou Wangzun.

It was 477, and the whole world was caught in a huge change. The city I was in was destroyed by an abnormality code-named vector. Everywhere was spreading disease. I walked in the broken city with a mask and protective suit, but I couldn't hide the increasingly crazy smile at the corner of my eyes.

I believe that if the child can do such a thing, he must have heard some kind of voice.

So I found her, the girl who destroyed all this, and I hope to confirm some of my thoughts here.

"Yes, I heard some kind of voice. The voice told me a message, and I went and did it." The vector girl lay in the ruins of hell on earth and said to me who had subdued her: "I can't resist that voice, we can't resist our gods."

"What did the gods ask you to do?"
Chapter completed!