Chapter 153 - Chapter 153: Chapter 146 3rd Rank "Preacher"! (1/2)

Chapter 153: Chapter 146 3rd Rank “Preacher”!

Daybreak Orphanage in Nasir Town.

In the director’s office, Irene gazed serenely at the grey-haired girl in front of her.

Rishia, now the most outstanding among the many children of Daybreak Orphanage, was thirteen years old. Her ancestors were likely some Extraordinary nobility, possessing a recessive high-level power of Bloodline called the “Night-Eating Bird”.

The “Night-Eating Bird” was not a magic beast but a mysterious being from the shadow world, endowed with the mystical power to devour others’ shadows and petrify them.

However, what made Rishia remarkable was not her Bloodline, but her extraordinary learning ability. Almost anything taught to her she understood at once; she could learn anything quickly, surpassing even the once brilliant Daybreaker, Yeager.

Rishia was not a pure human but a dragon descendant, her clean, fair skin adorned with very few grey scales, her neat and tidy grey hair reaching her waist.

She was frail in stature, holding a booklet in her hand, and spoke respectfully and slowly:

“Director, I have come to understand a lot about God.”

“The great Lord of the Lost, He is the sovereign of us all, the only Dawn of the world, even the Lord of Salvation is but one of His manifestations.”

“The world is now in utter darkness, and it is only because of His existence that we have the chance to attain a bright future.”

Irene nodded lightly and smiled, “Yes, child, you are quite right.”

Three years ago, she had started to gradually spread the faith to Rishia, and the girl had accepted it all quite swiftly, even showing the potential to become a devout person.

Rishia pondered for a long while, as if considering something very important, and finally couldn’t help but ask:

“But there is one thing I don’t understand, Director. Why would the great Lord of the Lost, so powerful and loving towards us, still let us suffer tribulations?”

Irene answered calmly after listening, “It is a trial, Rishia, indeed, it is only through God’s trials that our lives can be filled with meaning.”

“A trial…”

Rishia sank into deep thought, then asked again:

“My father abandoned me and my mother, and the people from the Tempest Church suspected my mother was from the Sea God Cult and they killed her… Can she still find happiness?”

“Are these all the Lord of the Lost’s trials? Then, who is He really testing, me or my mother?”

Irene suddenly embraced her, and Rishia stood still, not moving for a long while.

She stroked the girl’s grey hair, speaking slowly:

“The hardships we encounter can be seen as trials, a mission bestowed by God to test our courage, wisdom, and soul.

“And each trial is a new transformation, making us more perfect. Child, trust in the arrangements of the Lord of the Lost, and gain strength from it.”

“As long as you faithfully believe in the Lord of the Lost, then the souls of your loved ones will also be saved!”

Hearing these last words, Rishia’s eyes finally brightened, and she nodded vigorously.

“I understand, Director!”

At night, inside the orphanage.

On her bed, Rishia’s face showed a sincere devotion.

Great Lord of the Lost.

She must have suffered greatly in death, the people from the Tempest Church said she would go to hell, I don’t want her to go to hell.

I beg you.

I hope You recognize my devotion, I am willing to offer my soul to You, and I hope You can save my mother’s soul!

Irene sat calmly in the office, checking the children’s files.

By now, the orphanages across the East Coast had adopted hundreds of orphans, and she had put a lot of effort into properly managing each child.

This was also for the Lord of the Lost, and for the Fischer family.

Suddenly, Irene felt a strange sensation, with a clear boiling of spirituality in her mind, indicating that a new devout person had emerged!

“It is Rishia!”

Irene fell into contemplation, not surprised by Rishia’s transformation.

Deep within her lived an enormous void waiting to be filled by some kind of spiritual support.

If not faith, it would have been some other thing that would eventually captivate the not-so-resilient Rishia. It just happened to be that she met Irene, and, upon learning of the greatness of the Lord of the Lost, Rishia’s worldview was quickly reshaped.

“It is her fortune.”

Over the years, Irene had become increasingly skilled at spreading faith and understanding people, a realization that grew strongly within her.

“However…”

She also realized her lifespan was coming to an end, with less than ten years remaining.