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The magnificent statue is located on a high platform, it is the sculpture of the God of Happiness. A joyful smile hangs on his face, but to Alan, this smile is like the most painful mockery in hell.
"Hahaha! You lowly slaves, your only purpose in life is to bring happiness to us, the Four Heavenly Kings!" The voice of the God of Happiness echoes in the temple, full of arrogance and conceit.
Alan stood in the center of the temple, his eyes devoid of any luster, as if nothing mattered anymore. He was a slave, having lost his family and everything he had. At this moment, he was numb to everything, with only endless emptiness in his heart.
"But now, someone refuses to accept my gift! How dare they! Such audacity!" The voice of the God of Happiness suddenly became extremely furious, causing the entire temple to shake violently, as if it could collapse at any moment.
Duke Morgan and Priest Asa were frightened by this sudden change, and quickly prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
Alan wanted to retort sarcastically at this moment, but his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by something, oppressed and unable to make a sound, just standing there helplessly looking at the statue of God of Happiness.
"Shut up! It's my turn to speak!" The voice of the God of Happiness thundered like a bolt of lightning, extinguishing the candles in the temple.
Alan took a deep breath, realizing that he couldn't change anything here and was powerless to resist this extremely arrogant and perverse god. A thought crossed his mind - if this was his fate, he would accept it, but he would never submit to it.
God of Happiness's laughter once again resurfaced in Alan's ears, but this time, the laughter sounded even more twisted, as if reveling in Alan and everyone else's pain and fear.
"Remember, your pain is my pleasure," God of Happiness said coldly.
Alan felt a heavy sense of loss pressing down on him, his arms shaking violently on the floor. However, his willpower drove him to struggle, trying to stand up on his feet.
"Even in death, I must die with dignity, and not let them have their way," Alan roared to himself in his heart.
However, Alan suddenly felt an indescribable and immense pressure, originating from the floor, penetrating every bone and nerve in his body, making him feel as if an invisible mountain was crushing him, leaving him breathless. His arms spasmed and trembled on the ground, but his will remained unshaken. However, the indescribable force eventually rendered him immobile, as if an unseen mountain was pressing down on him. He fell to his knees in front of the statue of the God of Happiness.
The God of Happiness suddenly let out a sinister laugh. "Your sister failed to bring me the joy I expected, so you will pay the price of this disappointment." The tone was not only extremely arrogant but also seemed to carry a chilling, perverse delight.
Soon after, a chilling laughter echoed in the air, as if mocking from the depths of hell. A golden shockwave burst from the statue, instantly passing through Duke Morgan and Priest Asa. Their faces initially showed signs of pain, but this pain was quickly replaced by a near pathological joy.
The perverse power also affected the surrounding soldiers. Their bodies slowly rose, like zombies controlled by some evil spell. They were naked, with no trace of humanity or reason in their eyes, just soulless, walking shells.
All eyes were focused on the pitiful young man, Alan, but it was as if their gazes passed right through him, as if he was not worth their attention. In that moment, Alan realized that he was not only facing the God of Happiness and Morgan, but also this terrifying world dominated by a perverted sense of joy.
Alan knelt on the cold stone floor, facing the statue of the God of Happiness—the perpetually smiling face now seemed so ironic in this moment. He was completely immobilized, as if bound by invisible chains.
Morgan the duke and Asa the priest walked slowly, their faces twisted with a kind of evil joy. The surrounding soldiers were like zombies, naked and expressionless, but with a sinister smile lurking in their eyes.
Alan nervously swallowed, feeling a hint of fear rising involuntarily in his heart. Everything he had experienced, all the death and violence he had seen, had never made him so afraid. In this moment, he felt so helpless, completely stripped of his power, even his anger was taken away.
"Do you know, Alan," Duke Morgan said mockingly, "no one can save you."
"True power comes from the deities we believe in," Priest Asa immediately added. "And you, you are just a failure, a pitiful creature abandoned by the divine."
Alan's fear reached its peak, but he gritted his teeth and did not succumb to this fear.
"Even now, I won't regret," Alan responded in a low but firm voice, "Every step I've taken is to fight against tyrants like you and the hypocritical gods."
Morgan and Asa locked eyes, as if both had decided in that moment what to do next to Alan. But at that moment, Alan suddenly understood that even though he couldn't move now, even though he had been stripped of everything, he still had one thing - his belief.
"You can torture my body, but you can never take away my belief," Alan silently recited in his heart.
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