Chapter 1000 The Last Person

"Then I feel that everything in me has lost its meaning, and I have no motivation to do anything. I just follow my body's instinct to live."

Sartre stood there with a peaceful face, calmly telling Lily about the past. "But then I found other purpose in life. I regained the faith to go on living."

"How did you do it?" Lily asked curiously.

"Children, when you are confused, just calm down and stay alone, and follow your heart while eliminating all external distractions."

"Did you know? The God of Light is dead, and other religions are maliciously slandering him, and beginning to misinterpret his image. They also describe him as an evil god who sacrificed human life like Fortan. After observing, I found my purpose in life .”

"I'm already too old, and I'm afraid I won't live for too long, but I can't tolerate my past god being slandered like this."

"So I plan to record this period of history and record this dead religion on paper, so that the world can also know that there used to be such a religion in the sea."

There was a trace of emotion on Sartre's face when he said this, "The New Testament says that the God of Light is kind and great. He has mercy on us and intends to send us to a place of light where there is no death or despair."

"I don't care what others say, but I firmly believe that what he said is true, because the lofty God of Light doesn't even bother to lie."

Lily's heart was touched when she heard this, and she thought of the warm ball of light that revived her.

"Well! The God of Light never lies!" Lily nodded her head vigorously in agreement.

As a person resurrected by the God of Light, no matter what others say, Lily has always been grateful to the God of Light.

Hearing the words of the female student in front of him, Sartre's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded approvingly at her, "Thank you, child, now few people listen to such long speeches from an old man, let me give you a book."

After speaking, he turned around and rummaged through the pile of books, and finally stuffed a book with a pure black cover and a white inverted triangle on it into Lily's hand.

"This is the New Testament, which records the interpretation of the oracle of light. I hope it can help you make choices about the future."

Lily took it a little cautiously. "Isn't that bad? Books in the academy library are not allowed to be borrowed."

"Don't worry, kid, I still have certain privileges as a librarian."

Hearing what the other party said, Lily stopped insisting and bowed to him holding the book. "Thank you, old sir, what you said is very inspiring to me."

After speaking, she carried the book and walked towards the door of the library.

Seeing the back of Lily leaving slowly, Sartre showed a satisfied smile on his face. Look very happy.

"Hey, Sartre, didn't I tell you not to do this?"

Hearing the voice behind him, Sartre turned back and said to the colleague who came to change shifts from behind: "I'm just helping a student who needs help. Is there anything I can't do?"

"You are no longer a believer in the God of Light. What are you recommending these books for? Are you really afraid that one day the dean will catch you and expel you?"

Putting the keys in his pocket on the desk next to him, Sartre put his hands behind his back and walked out of the library, "You don't need to worry about this, I will deduct the books I send out from my salary."

When Sartre walked out of the school gate when he was off duty, he saw the students in pairs outside, and there was a hint of envy in his cloudy eyes. He also had such a beautiful youth in the past.

"It's good to be young, haha." Sartre, who had finished feeling, got on the tram and rushed home.

When Sutter came to the residence in the dock area, it was already half an hour later. When he took out the key and was opening the door, his mouth was showing off a little.

"Salia, I did a good thing today. I helped a student who was confused. I think I did a good job. I can reward myself with a cigarette."

After the lock was opened, he walked in, and then pressed the scar on his forehead with the fingernail of his right hand to remove the layer of scar, revealing the white inverted triangle underneath.

Taking off his shoes and putting on soft slippers, Sartre walked slowly to one of the two sofas and sat down, facing the other sofa to continue the topic just now.

"In the past, I might have let her join the religion, but now I can only think about it. I hope she can find enlightenment in the oracle of the God of Light."

With a smile on his face, Sartre stretched out his hand to touch the back of his hand made of calico bags on the armrest of the opposite sofa.

The person sitting on the sofa was not a human being, but a puppet doll about the size of a human being. On the doll's face was a portrait of an old lady, and on the old lady's forehead was also a white inverted triangle.

"I just agreed. I have to reward myself with one. Don't worry, I just opened the window." Sutter blinked at the puppet, and pulled out a cigarette from the box below.

He held the cigarette in front of his nose and took a deep breath, then lit it beautifully.

Accompanied by the white mist of cigarettes, he picked up a copy of "New Testament" and read it again.

As the commentary of the oracle issued by the Holy Pope to the God of Light, Sartre had already memorized it fluently thirty years ago, but he still felt that he felt it when he saw it.

"Your soul, your flesh and your bones, belong only to the Great One, and indeed the Old One is Almighty over all things."

"His throne is on the water, but it is not necessarily right now, but this is to test you and see which of you has the best work."

"The God of Light is a benevolent God. On the day of His return, He will bestow eternal life on all compatriots, and take everyone to the Land of Light, where they can enjoy happiness and peace until the end of time."

Thinking about Sartre, he seemed to have gone back decades, lying on the street with his chest stuck to his back, and a piece of delicious sanctuary saved him.

Sartre seemed to have returned to the brightly lit Cathedral of the Holy Light, the familiar hymn was sung in his ears, and his friendship, love and affection returned at this moment.

But when the cigarette was burned out, the ethereal singing in his ears gradually disappeared, and he returned to the cold house with tears in his eyes.

Holding the "New Testament", he almost choked up and said: "Great God of Light, you said that you are omnipotent, even if you die, you will be resurrected one day, right?"

After speaking, Sartre stood up, walked to the table and continued his writing.

The tip of the pen rustled across the paper. It is recorded in a flat way that after entering the big family of the Guangming God Sect, he who was once alone has millions of brothers and sisters.

It is recorded that the church gave him a job, food and even the love of his life.

People outside always say that the blessings of the God of Light are cruel and the death rate is high, but they never say that, because they cannot lie, and the believers of the God of Light are the purest.

Everyone thinks and says the same thing. There is almost no intrigue or hatred in the church, and everyone is working hard for the same goal.

It is also because of the inability to lie, and the chaotic outside, the marriage in the church is highly stable, and few people cheat or divorce.

And the blessing made the believers eliminate their fear, and in this oppressive and chaotic earth sea, they could not be disturbed by the whispers of the sea.

He wants to justify his religion as the last follower of the God of Light!