The Possessor Mistook the Genre for 20 Years

7 – The Saintess Cried Out.

The saintess hated the goddess.

Who is the goddess revered by the Church of the Goddess?

Her power is omnipotent, beyond human comprehension, and she watches over everyone with a benevolent nature.

But it was all, all hypocrisy.

If the goddess were truly such a being, why did she just watch as this village was attacked by monsters?

Why did she just watch as people starved to death, unable to break free from the shackles of poverty?

Why did she just watch the atrocities committed by cultists?

Why did she let innocent people be killed by bandits?

Why did she cruelly trample on the prayers of a young girl seeking salvation?

And why, why…!

Did she grant power to a girl who hated her?

Did she make her live trapped in those shackles?

So it was hypocrisy.

Therefore, she hated her.

Thus, it was ruin.

If she couldn’t kill the goddess, she had no choice but to kill the world loved by the goddess.

And that was also the way to save those abandoned by the goddess.

For it was better to die than to live a life of suffering.

So the saintess spoke to Franz.

Because he, who had no hesitation in taking lives, seemed to understand her intention.

Contrary to her expectation, Franz, of course, did not understand.

Franz thought.

‘Wow, this is really messed up.’

Sirens were ringing in Franz’s head.

If things continued like this, not only the world but his own life would be at risk.

He wanted to believe that the saintess spoke out of mere anger, but because of the person who appeared before him, he couldn’t.

＜Warning!＞

＜You are on the verge of a bad ending! Your choices greatly impact the fate of the world!＞

A bad ending.

In other words, the destruction of the world.

I was so grateful for the kind warning, “You’re about to die.”

Thanks to it, I snapped back to reality.

I seemed to be mentally out of it, but I didn’t realize it was this serious.

‘But it’s not the worst.’

Even if the sky falls, there is a hole to escape through.

Being on the verge of a bad ending was certainly the worst, but the following sentence suggested there was still a chance.

So if I don’t give up and try hard, I can somehow get through this turning point.

Although the saint won’t be completely fine all at once.

But that’s okay.

When a person’s mind is at peace, calmness comes even in the face of disaster.

Hoo-.

Franz calmed his startled heart with a deep breath.

And he spoke quietly.

“Why? What’s the matter?”

Franz decided to listen to the saint’s story first.

When someone listens to you during tough times, it lightens your heart.

And it was also necessary to listen to prevent the saint from falling into corruption later.

‘I need to know something to help.’

It might be a really absurd reason.

Franz decided to think about that later.

And fortunately, the saint moved according to Franz’s plan.

“To persuade you… Fine. I’ll tell you everything.”

The saint was reluctant to reveal her past, but she could endure it to gain Franz’s cooperation.

With the overwhelming power of the 10-circle magic she saw that day, leading the world to destruction would be nothing.

“When I was young…”

Thus, the saint’s long story began slowly.

From the girl Justia to the saintess who hates God.

She poured out all the stories she had kept inside.

It was the first time the saintess had ever confided her past to anyone.

They were memories she didn’t want to recall, and there was no one to tell them to in the first place.

So it was only natural that the hatred that couldn’t be expressed outside met the firewood of the oppressed saintess’s life and blazed up.

However, now that Franz had listened to her story.

The flames in the saintess’s heart subsided, just a little, albeit faintly.

Franz, who had silently listened to the saintess’s story until the end, quietly held his forehead.

‘What kind of life is this…?’

Being born poor was common enough, but witnessing bandits rape and murder her parents with her own eyes was too shocking.

There was no need to say how much that little girl must have been hurt.

And he could somewhat understand her hatred towards God.

In this world, gods exist, and religion is deeply embedded in people’s lives.

Even when things go well, they say it’s thanks to the gods’ help.

So it wasn’t right, but it wasn’t strange for the saintess to blame her parents’ death on God.

Especially if everything the saintess went through was a trial given by the goddess.

Franz just felt sorry for the saintess.

She had gone astray because of her difficult childhood.

However, even so, he couldn’t help her bring about the end of the world.

Everyone wishes for the end of the world at least once. Especially those who have gone through hard times.

But thinking about it and actually acting on it are completely different matters.

So what should be done from now on?

There wasn’t much to it.

Franz spoke softly.

“If it’s so hard, why don’t you quit being a saintess?”

“Quit being a saintess…?”

“Yeah, why are you working under a goddess you hate? If you don’t like the temple, the monk leaves. If you don’t like it and it annoys you, just quit.”

Surprisingly, this was Franz’s own experience.

It was the story of a black-haired Korean who quit his job and became happy after being harassed by his boss every day.

The saintess was just bewildered by Franz’s straightforward words.

To think of quitting being a saint, I had never even considered such a thought in the first place.

“Wow, it’s been over 20 years and I still get angry when I think about it. Kim Jung-hoon, that guy, his head is all bald and his belly sticks out like a pig’s…”

It was then.

As Franz was muttering to himself, reminiscing about the past, a sudden insight struck his mind.

There are people who relieve stress by singing or making loud noises, aren’t there?

Since they were on a hill, why not try shouting once-, he thought.

“Hey, let’s take this opportunity to curse out loud. Goddess, you b*stard-, how about it?”

Countless question marks appeared in the saint’s mind.

No matter how much of a rogue one might be, it’s unheard of to curse the goddess in front of a saint, yet here was the tower master doing just that, leaving her puzzled.

They say people go mad when they fall into magic, and it seemed the tower master was no exception.

Still.

It wasn’t a bad suggestion.

The saint’s eyes, which had been dim and lifeless, regained focus.

Seeing this, Franz sighed in relief inwardly.

He had changed the subject, fearing they might continue talking about destruction, and fortunately, it worked.

‘If I do this two more times, I might faint.’

Thinking this, Franz snapped his fingers.

Then, a transparent dome formed around Franz and the saint, like a barrier.

It was a magic that blocked sound from inside and outside.

After all, it was a bit much to curse the goddess in front of the holy knights.

“Now, please stand up.”

As Franz stood up, the saint followed suit.

“I’ve blocked the sound from outside.”

“Ah… then it won’t reach the sky…?”

Disappointment filled the saint’s eyes.

What she wanted was to curse directly at the goddess, not just shout alone to relieve stress.

Franz, knowing her intention, snapped his fingers again.

Having blocked it once, he couldn’t let her revert to being a destructive villain.

The transparent dome surrounding Franz and the saint disappeared, and instead, a dome covered the holy knights nearby and the village below the hill.

The range was enormous, consuming a lot of mana, but it was a fair trade to prevent the saint from turning into a villain.

“Alright, it’s done now.”

Sss-.

As Franz gave the signal, the Saintess took a deep breath.

And then she shouted with all her might.

“Goddess, you son of a b-!!”

The Saintess’s clear and beautiful voice echoed through the world.

Though her hatred for the Goddess did not disappear, the Saintess felt strangely relieved.

* * * * *

Fortunately, after the Saintess cursed once, no more notifications appeared.

In other words, they had safely passed the first branching point of the bad ending.

So, Franz couldn’t help but be happy.

Although the words the Saintess said before leaving lingered in his mind a bit.

“My offer still stands. I’ll be waiting for your answer.”

But it was fine.

It meant she had no immediate plans to turn dark and destroy the world.

Moreover,

＜Saintess Justia 10.00%＞

The Saintess’s percentage had risen by a whopping 10% at once.

Not only had they saved the world from destruction, but their strategy had also improved. It was truly killing two birds with one stone.

Thus, feeling good, Franz returned to the Magic Tower with a light step.

Completely forgetting the fact that he had abandoned his work.

And then he encountered Arian in the Master’s Chamber.

“Master of the Tower…? You’re back now…?”

Arian’s angry gaze seemed as if it could destroy the world.