Chapter 111: The Wall of the Faithless! Don’t You Come Near Me!
[Your identity has been seriously questioned.]
[Do you have anything to explain?]
“I once wanted to be a good person…”
“Later, I just wanted to be a man!”
Furious, Shelley was spouting nonsense in his mind. On the surface, he was smiling and chatting with Robb, but his heart was filled with the strongest malice.
“Alright, Miss Shirley. I hope I can invite you to my home as a guest sometime.”
Robb became more and more enthusiastic toward Shelley. In the end, he didn’t even have Elena in his eyes.
[A noble foreign woman.]
[And she seems to have a good impression of him.]
[Robb Conquest Progress: 48%]
!!?
“Holy shit! I’ve got goosebumps!”
Shelley had thought the conquest progress might be high… but he hadn’t expected it to be this damn high.
[To put it bluntly, he thinks you’re very…]
“Stop, stop!”
Fighting back the nausea in his heart, Shelley saw off Robb, who was giving him a suggestive look.
Ugh…
“You…”
After seeing Shelley’s reaction, Elena became a little unconfident.
“So feminine!”
“How come she feels more… hmm…”
The charm in her every smile, the slight tilt of her head, the way her eyes looked slightly upward, so delicate. The sense of vulnerability she exuded, unconsciously arousing others’ desires. For a moment, Elena even had the urge to pull Shirley into her arms.
Elena: Something’s not right with me!
“No! I have to get to the bottom of this!”
Just as Elena was about to ask, Shelley took her small hand. Turning back to Elena with a smile, Shelley led her to the two passersby who were in the middle of a sermon.
“Bishop Martin, Miss Elena is going to take me to her room to catch up. We won’t disturb you any longer.”
Catch up? You know each other?
Nodding understandingly, Shelley tilted his head slightly and rested it on Elena’s shoulder.
“We met once before in Lunt. It’s just that I was in a hurry at the time and didn’t leave a way to contact her.”
“I’m so glad to see her again. I’ve really, really missed her.”
Martin looked at the expressions on their faces. Shirley looked excited. And although Elena’s eyes were a little complex, the emotion in them was not fake.
“Then that’s for the best. What a touching reunion.”
Smiling and nodding at Martin, Shelley looked at the well-behaved Lister at his side.
“Lister.”
“Yes, my lady.”
“Since you’re so interested in the teachings of the God of Justice, then why not…”
Huh??? I don’t want to join a religion! My lady, I have a god I believe in!
In this world, because of the existence of the gods and the importance of faith, under the promotion of the gods, almost everyone had a god they believed in. Their level of piety ranged from fanatical to shallow… At the very least, they would have some superficial, pseudo-faith, so as not to seem out of place in a crowd.
To make everyone provide them with faith, the gods had created a punishment for the faithless.
[The Wall of the Faithless]
One of the most tragic places in the multiverse. The suffering souls accumulated over countless ages would wail endlessly on the wall.
Normally, the afterlife of a soul was very complex. When a creature died, its soul would be drawn by the underworld into the River Styx. In the River Styx, the soul would gradually lose its memories, as if it had been polished. The River Styx flowed through every corner of the multiverse, whether it was the high Mount Celestia or the dark and fallen Abyss… there were tributaries of the River Styx. These tributaries would collect souls from every corner of the world and transport them.
These souls of the recently deceased would be brought by the River Styx to the Fugue Plane, and then wander in the City of Judgment there. The servants of the gods would come here to collect these souls. Those whose own value was recognized would be brought to the domain of the corresponding deity to enter the afterlife. Sometimes, those with devout faith would be sent back to the mortal world to complete some unfinished work.
The souls not taken by the servants of the gods would be judged by Kelemvor, the Lord of the Dead, to determine their fate. Some of them would become guides for other lost souls. Others would be transformed into writhing larvae and left to fend for themselves…
Only the true faithless or the false, those who had betrayed their faith, would be stuffed into the Wall of the Faithless, which served as the outer barrier of the City of the Dead. These souls would slowly dissolve until they eventually became a part of the wall itself.
Of course, those who managed to end up in the Wall of the Faithless were some rather special individuals… According to the written rules, worshipping a god was enough for that god to protect you after you died. And those who “refused all faith” or “paid only lip service to all gods, without truly believing in them” were called the “faithless”… In other words, only the truly despised and rejected, the cream of the crop, would be plastered on the Wall of the Faithless as wallpaper.
**
“I know you respect our queen, but there’s no harm in learning about a great and benevolent god.”
Shelley directly interrupted his argument, gave Lister a look, and then turned to the silent Elena.
“Miss Elena, shall we go to your room now…”
“I have so much I want to say to you.”
Coming back to her senses, Elena gave the two of them a cold nod and directly dragged Shelley’s hand, running toward her room.
Lister watched them disappear, his expression composed. He bowed to Martin and said respectfully, “Your Excellency, I would like to continue learning about the teachings… Could you please arrange for a priest to teach me?”
“Of course. The gods will not refuse a lost lamb.”
The two of them smiled at each other and walked away in harmony.
**
SLAM!
The door was slammed shut. The next moment, Shelley felt himself being thrown onto the bed…
Shelley: ???
The bed!?
Half-lying on the bed, his clothes in disarray, Shelley looked in confusion at Elena, who was leaning against the door with her head down.
“Elena…”
“Don’t talk to me looking like that!”
The sudden shout startled Shelley. His expression changed, but he immediately returned to his gentle demeanor. He could hear the deep unease and panic in Elena’s heart…
What if the Shirley before her was a fake? What if all of this was just a scam targeting her?
These uncertainties made her heart very uneasy.
Getting up from the bed, Shelley walked toward Elena… while smiling and unbuttoning his clothes. The sound of clothes rubbing and falling was extremely strange in the quiet room…
Elena was so stunned she couldn’t even be sad. She looked up, frozen in place… She blinked rapidly, watching Shelley walk toward her step by step, wearing white lace underwear.
“What… what are you doing?”
Why are you taking off your clothes? You… you stay away from me!
