Only God-Chapter 558 - 480: I’ve Walked the Toughest Road!

The ground still trembled.

The disaster seemed as if it would never end.

The old Believer stared blankly at it all.

Everything happening before his eyes was the world shattering, as if heaven and earth were being punished and annihilated.

There was no reason for the disaster’s arrival; once it came, it would bring about the end of human hearts.

This disaster was an unexpected calamity without any signs.

"Another accident..."

The old Believer muttered.

He once had a happy family.

Those happy memories were so simple and monotonous that recalling them always started with his child, buttocks bare, tumbling down in the wheat fields during deep autumn, under the high peaks of Lauren, where the wheat was thick and the ears plentiful. Without the need for a cool breeze to blow, the golden ocean beneath the hills would bow its proud head and suffer.

That child was so small, around ten years old, every glance and smile so innocently charming.

He was so mischievous and lively, always loving to play in the wheat fields. When his wife went to catch him in the fields, the caught child would just keep laughing, not caring at all about how much wheat he had trampled, until he himself went in anger to scold, and only then would the boy lower his head.

He was so frail when he was born. They, as husband and wife, cared for him with all their might, letting him grow sturdy as the wheat. He should have grown up safely to adulthood, then left the family, and finally settled down.

Just a little more, and that happiness would have been realized.

Just a little more...

That one accident took his child’s life and led his wife to die of depression, happiness crumbling to ashes in a great fire.

It happened so suddenly, nobody was prepared.

Back then, the old Believer was still too young,

so much so that he had not yet learned to say "I love you" to his child.

...

When the old Believer came back to his senses, he mumbled in a daze,

"Save them, save them!"

The old Believer roared hoarsely as if something had deeply wounded his heart. freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

His fellow True Believers were stunned, looking at the old Believer in amazement. Now there wasn’t even time to flee, let alone be temporarily safe. What about saving others?

"Don’t abandon your brothers and sisters!"

Facing the panicked crowd, the old Believer turned back, his eyes bloodshot, bellowing.

As he spoke, during the pauses in the ground’s trembling, he charged without looking back into the collapsing area.

The people snapped back to reality, watching the figure of the old Believer disappear before them. After briefly exchanging looks of bewilderment, they followed the old Believer’s lead, racing back into that world on the brink of destruction.

Past sorrows suddenly crowded the old Believer’s mind.

Was there really such a thing as fate’s cycle in this world?

What had happened once would inevitably happen again.

The old Believer did not know; his thoughts were nearly blank beneath the wash of memories.

"Here! Here!"

The old Believer saw a hand in the rubble, and he abruptly thought of someone, desperately kicking away the broken stones.

That hand of flesh became a shovel, digging again and again into the pile of rocks, recklessly attempting to shatter death itself.

After a while, the person trapped beneath was dragged out of the rubble, and the old Believer quickly checked to find a faint heartbeat.

"It’s Bird, carry Bird away!"

The old Believer shouted, he put down this True Believer and sprinted deeper in.

He was like a swallow braving the storm, fearlessly crashing into this world of ruins.

"There’s still time, there’s still time..."

The old man kept muttering to himself.

His lean body erupted with unprecedented strength.

He thought only of saving people, one after another, until... until he could save that child once surrounded by hatred.

These disasters seemed determined to separate this father and son forever.

The old Believer chased desperately, trying to grasp death’s pace, slowing it down a little more, a little more.

Surviving True Believers flocked behind the old Believer; some carried Bird, carefully caring for him, bringing him to a safer place, while others followed the old Believer’s steps, desperately racing across this heaven and earth.

"Here’s one, it’s Lauren!"

"He’s already stopped breathing, God, he’s stopped breathing!"

"Over here, this way, it’s Fluo! He’s hurt, hurry!"

...

The tragedy seemed to be taming these restive mortals.

Yet the whole Sect struggled valiantly in this world where destruction lay everywhere.

The old Believer found another, who was stuck in a crotch of a tree trunk, letting out a painful moan.

"Grab my hand, I’ll bring you down!"

The old Believer climbed onto the trunk.

The ground suddenly shook violently; an aftershock hit, and a wave of dizziness overcame him. The old Believer’s hands didn’t grip firmly, and he fell hard to the ground.

He grunted in pain, struggling to stand up from the convulsing ground, his entire body covered in wounds and dust.

"Grab me! Then jump down together!"

The old Believer violently grabbed the True Believer’s hand, pulling him as they jumped down together.

Other True Believers saw the old Believer’s location, tumbling over to him.

"Take him away, take him away, hurry, don’t delay!"

The old Believer’s voice was already hoarse.

The True Believers took over the injured, as the ground kept shaking, seemingly brewing an even greater disaster.

Panic spread, and people tried to hold on to the old man.

"That’s enough, you’ve saved enough people."

"Stop, there’s no hope left, otherwise..."

"Without you, how can we move forward, it’s enough."

...

Everyone fears disasters, even those with faith fear them, for even with faith at hand, the strength of a person is too insignificant compared to the whole world.

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