Chapter 336 - Chapter 336: Chapter 318 You Turn Traitor (1/2)
Chapter 336: Chapter 318 You Turn Traitor
“That is, that is the mark of the God of Reforging!”
Felix’s eyes widened in the room as he took a deep breath, filled with disbelief.
His entire being felt as if he had plummeted into the deep sea, his footing unsteady, a sensation of suffocation surging in his chest, nearly preventing him from breathing normally.
If not for the rock-solid rationality that still held on, he feared he might just collapse to the ground, the ossifying despair bringing a tingling of nerves.
He stared at the mark on his palm, pondered for a moment, then rose from the bed and made his way to the dark cabinet, slowly opening it completely, before tremblingly taking out a bottle of half-transparent light green potion.
Felix took a deep breath, then poured the half-transparent light green potion onto his palm, afterwards feeling a mild itching sting.
Next, the disguise potion on the back of his hand vanished, revealing the complex red mark of the great Lord of the Lost.
Felix’s heart instantly relaxed somewhat, a strong sense of relief washing over him, thankfully the mark of the Lord of the Lost was still there, which also meant he had not been forsaken.
“…”
He took another deep breath, not understanding what was happening at all.
Hmm…
Hadn’t he been forsaken?
He was indeed of the true bloodline of the Fischer family, and the Fischer family was the only favored clan of the Lord of the Lost! Why! Why on earth would the mark of the God of Reforging appear on him?
It was beyond him.
What on earth was happening?
“Sigh…”
Could it be that I am no longer pure, about to become a heretic?
Just the thought of it filled him with a fear so deep inside, if he inexplicably became a heretic, then his entire life would be utterly destroyed.
It was a terrifying conjecture.
“I have not betrayed the Lord of the Lost! Definitely not! Why is this happening!” Felix yelled out!
He always used to be quite steady, and since becoming an adult, had never lost his composure like this, but he felt somewhat on the verge of a breakdown at the moment.
Because if he claimed he had not betrayed the Lord of the Lost, who would believe him?
Probably very few.
Because it was simply an inexplicable matter, the mark of the God of Reforging could almost be called ironclad proof.
To think that even the common priests in the various churches could not obtain such a divine mark.
Within the many True Gods Churches, only those Cardinals and saints had the chance to receive such distinction.
Some claimed they did nothing, yet mysteriously became a favored one of a deity.
Who would believe that?
Felix’s vision darkened, feeling dizzy and bloated, even thinking he might be assumed to have betrayed his family or was replaced by something the instant he exposed the mark of the God of Reforging.
Then, it was possible they would act decisively, launching a devastating attack.
The more he thought about it, the deeper he sank into despair.
“Ah!”
He gritted his teeth angrily and suddenly swept all the mechanical parts on the table to the floor with a crash.
“Why? Why would such a thing appear on my hand, I am a believer of the Lord of the Lost, why on Earth has the God of Reforging entangled me!”
Felix had always been a serious and earnest man, never encountering such incomprehensible situations, breathing wildly, wanting to curse someone, but incapable of doing so usefully because he had never learned to.
He stared intently at the different marks on both sides of his palm, frowning tightly.
He couldn’t just be doomed like this, there was so much of his life ahead, so much he still had to do; to make his father, his mother, and his grandfather Byrne proud…
Given the circumstances, there was only one thing to do.
He knelt on the ground, eyes closed, praying earnestly.