776 God (1/2)

It was the feeling of waking up from a short afternoon nap, where one's limbs would feel completely relaxed, like lying on clouds. There was only comfort and freedom. Charles opened his eyes and could smell smoke coming from the corner.

Wolf Flute was sitting on a chair and looked up at him, ”How was the rest, Charles?”

”After an afternoon nap, I feel really refreshed.” Charles propped himself up on the bed and looked outside the window, only to see that it was already night. ”Is it night time already?”

Wolf Flute looked at him and there was a weird look in his eyes. ”An afternoon nap that has lasted for an entire week should probably be considered a pretty long and deep sleep.”

A week? Charles was stunned and looked confused. He never expected himself to sleep an entire week away. But shortly after, he heard the commotion outside the door. He pulled the curtains apart and saw a massive crowd outside of the hospital. Countless people were shouting at the top of their lungs while pushing each other and trying to get past the guards. The commotion and noise could not be heard clearly only because of the thick layer of glass on the window.

Charles was stunned. ”What's happening?”

Wolf Flute extinguished the tobacco roll before preparing another new one for himself. His voice sounded bored, ”The things that you have done in Asgard have spread around the country.”

”Is that so…” Charles was stunned for a moment before quickly forcing a smile. ”I suppose I have given all of you a lot of trouble? I'm sorry, I never expected so many people to hate me so much.”

In the rush of the moment, he had not thought carefully before instinctively saving as many people as he could, even if they were enemies that had been terrible to Caucasian. He had ignored the big picture, thereby almost causing the frontline to be defeated. At this thought, Charles could understand why the people were outside were so furious.

Wolf Flute shook his head. ”They don't hate you. How do I put it? In any case, it's quite complicated. There are rumors that you are dead.”

”I'm not.”

Wolf Flute did not say a word and only looked back at him. The look on his face gave Charles goosebumps. After some time, he extinguished the new tobacco roll and sighed. ”Yes, many people know that you will not die.” He said, ”They believe that you will be revived once again after a deep sleep.”

He got up and waved to Charles. ”Follow me.”

The moment the door was pushed open, the entire corridor fell into complete silence. It was as if time was frozen. Charles was wearing a pair of slippers and was using the walls for support as he walked out of the room. Then, he saw the looks of shock that everyone was giving him, including those doctors and nurses and a few guards. They all seemed to be in a daze as they stared at him and the looks that they were giving him were not something he could understand.

As he walked, everyone else seemed to be rooted to the ground as they all stared at him. It was as if they were witnessing a gigantic monster walking along the corridor, despite the fact that he was feeling weak and had lost an eye and often had to stop to catch his breath. The further he walked, the louder the commotion. It was almost suffocating.

Countless people were screaming and shouting. They were also repeatedly trying to dash to the front and break through the barriers.

The flames on their torches lit up the night sky and shone light onto their faces. They looked like they were either screaming or gasping in admiration. Amidst the commotion, someone was shouting while holding up a torch and a passage from the Bible. He was surveying the crowd like how a sheepdog surveyed its sheep. When he looked in the direction of the hospital, there was a terrifying look of fervor in his eyes.

”Look! Can all of you feel the selfless and compassionate love?” The old man, who was being held up high, was screaming at the crowd, ”Look at how close all of you are to a miracle! All of you, mortals, are so close to your redemptions! The will of God runs here! Mortals, He is right here and He is watching all of you!!”

With that, the crowd responded by screaming and waving their hands fervently. They were so emotional that they were full of tears and some of them were even beginning to lose consciousness.

”In that case, from the bottom of your heart, repent! Mortals, have you ever cleansed yourselves of your sins?” Someone stared angrily at the crowd as if he was staring at a group of dirty criminals. He screamed, ”No, you have not! Tell me, who was the one that is bearing all your sins?”

”It's the Son of God! Son of God!” Countless people were crying in the crowd. Some people were kneeling on the ground and the were naked above the torso. They were crying in pain while picking up rattan whips to whip across their own back. They did not care that their backs were already swollen and bloody from the whips.

”Mortals, answer me! Who is the one that is suffering on your behalf?” The hoarse voices continued to stack on top of one another while fervently screaming in praise and repentance, ”The Son of God!”

”Who is the one that told all of you to live you instead of dying!”

”Son of God!!” Some were laughing with joy, others were broken down, crying, and there were some that were beating their own chests and stomping their feet. Everyone was shouting in unison, ”It was the Savior! It was the envoy of the only God that has saved us from our sins!”

Charles was stunned. In the commotion, someone at the front of the crowd shouted with pleasant surprise, ”Look, he's awake!” That woman shouted excitedly, ”He has come back to earth once more!”