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As Alan's voice echoed in the space, a dark crevice suddenly appeared, like a crack in the night sky. From that crevice, an old man slowly emerged, draped in a gray robe and wearing a hood that covered most of his face.
The old man approached Alan slowly, as if admiring a piece of art, and looked at him with a very complex expression. Finally, he nodded slightly and said, "It's been a long time."
Alan immediately felt confused, he was about to ask for clarification, but was stopped by the old man raising his hand.
"I know what you want to ask, Alan," the old man said, his voice calm but with an indescribable depth.
"I am the god of vengeance, the forgotten fifth god."
Alan was even more confused. When he was still in the world of the living, he had never heard of any fifth god, let alone a god of vengeance.
"You may have never heard of me, because those so-called gods and their priests have been actively hiding my existence, fearing that I would incite people to rebel against them," the old man explained. "But today, I have chosen you, Alan. Your anger, your desire, your rebellion, all make you my perfect messenger."
The old man's voice sounded like ancient wind, carrying the pain of years and a cold hatred. "Five thousand years, Alan, I have been imprisoned in boundless solitude and darkness. Imagine being a guardian of the universe, yet betrayed by your trusted companions. They set a trap, binding me in the depths of space, a place where even light cannot reach."
His eyes seemed to contain a raging fire, burning with each word. "The four of them conspired to exclude me from the plan of creation, seizing all rights and worship. They shaped the order of this world, established laws and beliefs, and made all living beings worship them, allowing them to enjoy endless power and reverence. People's joy, peace, sincerity, and justice all became sacrifices to their selfish desires."
The old man paused briefly, as if collecting himself. "But they made a mistake, they underestimated the power of anger, underestimated the resistance of the oppressed. In that endless darkness, my will was not broken. Instead, every struggle, every resistance, made me stronger. Finally, after a long wait, I broke free from their constraints."
The old man's eyes softened, refocusing on Alan. "For a long time, I have been searching for someone who can bear my power, someone filled with anger, dissatisfaction, and a questioning and rebellious spirit towards this unfair world. Alan, from the moment you witnessed your loved one being cruelly deprived of life by those selfish aristocrats, I knew you were that person."
He reached out as if to touch Alan's soul. "Your anger is not aimless destruction, but a counterattack against injustice, oppression, and evil. You are the messenger I have been seeking, the one who will wield the sword to expose their lies and hypocrisy, the force that can overthrow this unjust world."
Alan stood in front of the God of Revenge, his eyes fixed on the deity. His gaze revealed confusion and doubt. "Since you have such great power, why don't you personally drive those four heavenly gods off the altar?"
The God of Revenge's lips curled slightly, forming a strange and complex smile. His eyes carried a hint of imperceptible loneliness and sadness. "Oh, young man, the affairs of the divine realm are far more complex than you can imagine. Those four heavenly gods are well aware of my power and have been secretly preparing in case I launch a direct attack on them. If I act rashly, they will join forces against me, which could ultimately work against me."
Alan listened carefully and then asked, "Why do you believe I can succeed?"
The voice of the God of Vengeance became low, and he said, "Because, for those four heavenly gods, all the creatures who worship them are the source of their power. People's faith, hope, love, and even fear have become their ways of gaining power. If a human, especially one like you, full of anger and rebellious spirit, can stand up, destroy their creations in the human world, and challenge their rules and laws, they will panic, and even become desperate."
He stood up slowly and walked to Alan's front, as if he wanted to delve into his soul. "At that time, I could take advantage of their most vulnerable and unstable moments, and let them truly taste the flavor of revenge and resistance."
Upon hearing this, Alan felt a chill run from his spine to his whole body, but he became even more clear about his mission. He looked at the god of revenge and nodded silently. He knew that this was the first step towards the path of revenge, and also a choice that he would never retreat from in his heart.
The god of revenge also sensed Alan's determination. He smiled slightly, this time his smile was a little less eerie and a little more satisfied. Then he looked seriously at Alan and said, "I am going to establish a covenant with you, which will grant you my power. Anger will become your greatest strength." The voice of the god of anger echoed throughout the entire space.
Alan nodded. At this moment, he felt a kind of power boiling inside him, as if it could erupt at any moment.
"After I made a pact with you, what happens next?" Alan asked.
"In simple terms, you will become my apostle. As long as we work together with one heart, we will be the most powerful destructive storm in the world."
However, Alan shook his head after listening, with too many doubts and unease in his heart. "And what is the price I have to pay to you?"
The God of Anger smiled slightly, with a hint of strangeness in that smile. "It's simple, your soul will be forever bound to this power of anger. As long as you live, this force will be with you. But you must be careful, excessive anger will make you lose your sanity, and even destroy you."
Alan fell silent for a moment, then he tightly clenched his fist and said, "Even if it costs me my soul and sanity, as long as I can have my revenge, I'm willing."
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