Chapter 4 - Chapter 4: Chapter 3 Grace (2/2)
As a former salesman, Karl had long since lost touch with awkwardness in communication, almost becoming a social phobia sufferer.
He knew best how to communicate, contact, and develop a series of skills and methods to generate trust with “customers.”
“Customers” would never truly believe in any person, they only believed in what they desired in their expectations, utterly engrossed and even unable to extricate themselves.
The two people before him needed not power or dignity but merely the right to survive.
Thus, cooperation could be achieved between himself and them.
Karl’s will, alien to humanity, once again emanated, filled with an awe-inspiring majesty that made one involuntarily want to worship.
A solemn will conveyed, and soon reformed into an understandable meaning, Irene was slightly startled, and then she understood that from the very beginning, she had to accept the fate that the mysterious existence was about to give.
Fate had revealed an undeniable corner, no matter whether the source of the voice was an evil devil or a great deity!
Karl could clearly feel that the grass runes in his soul possessed the “healing” characteristic, which might cure the disease afflicting the infant.
But how to wield this power was indeed a problem.
Impacting the outside world again would consume a large amount of his Spiritual Power, the meager remains of which were better reserved as a trump card.
Perhaps there was another way to proceed.
He could fully feel a strong connection with the girl, able to share the authority to activate that grass rune.
The next moment, Karl once again conveyed his will, commanding Irene to gaze at the transparent bottle not far away.
“What does that mean?”
At this point, Irene knew she could only fully trust the mysterious existence of the voice’s source.
As she looked at the bottle on the wooden bed, she suddenly discovered a cross-shaped black light flickering dazzlingly in the middle of the old, transparent bottle.
The terrifying, twisting aura it emitted froze her completely!
When she stared at the black light, all the colors in the world seemed to vanish in an instant, leaving only the most basic black and white, the surrounding sounds were utterly extinguished, and all Spirituality and life seemed to be stripped to an unstrippable extent.
All things must come to an end, everything will be completely destroyed by Him, a thought of extreme terror emerged in Irene’s mind simultaneously.
This is the might of a god!
How magnificent!
Irreverently awesome!
That is the great power of the Lord of the Lost!
Irene involuntarily trembled subconsciously, the light shadow of grass runes faintly emerging in her pupils.
Karl felt that Irene’s soul already held the “Imprint of the Soul,” sufficient to activate the magical power contained in the grass rune.
The act just now was akin to sharing some kind of administrative authority, yet for her pitifully small soul mass, bearing a single soul imprint was probably already the limit.
Irene’s heart was extremely confused, and her body trembled slightly.
She suddenly discovered a warm power hidden deep within her heart, gentle enough to soothe any wound in the mundane world.
Without a doubt, that was the power bestowed by the great Lord of the Lost!
The wind howled past with the roar of thunder, rushing over from outside the wooden house, bringing rain that struck her fiercely, tearing at her clothes like blades, cold enough to make one shiver violently.
The light of the firewood was extinguished, and the drenched girl in the darkness couldn’t help but feel lost.
She had no idea if that power could really save her brother’s life, subconsciously praying to the gods and the vast heavens.
“Gods and fate above! Please, no matter what, do not take him away!”
In the storm, the girl roared defiantly at the sky, her face awash with tears.
But would the True Gods preached by the Church really pity the mortals?
If they were truly useful, wouldn’t her mother and father have already returned?
The gods are useless!
A determination flashed in her eyes, and she changed her plea, shouting loudly:
“Great Lord of the Lost, please save him!”
Irene took a deep breath, turned to sit beside her brother, and slowly sat down, struggling to lift the infant’s burning head.
“There, there, get well.”
Inside, Irene felt a mix of desperate confusion and hope; the grass runes faintly visible in her pupils, her hands gradually emitting a vibrant green glow full of the breath of life.
The feverish infant, already unconscious, had a life so fragile and fleeting, but a gentle warm current began to flow gently into the child’s body.
At this moment, Irene’s heart was all on him, earnestly hoping her brother’s little life would not fade away here, Great Lord of the Lost, please descend a miracle.
A miracle occurred!
As the gentle warm current flowed in, the infant’s breathing stabilized, the intense heat of his body gradually subsided, and the pained expression on his face disappeared.
The infant still slept but was no longer feverish, and the disease that could have brought death instantly receded, the whole event being a miracle that occurred in the blink of an eye!
A look of great surprise appeared on Irene’s face, success!
That power just now was the Divine Power granted by the Lord of the Lost!
How on earth should I repay Him!