Only God-Chapter 560 - 480: I’ve Walked the Toughest Road!

Before his eyes was a cave where he couldn’t see his hand before his face, by his ear was the roaring earth, God was not before him, and death kept him company.

"You play with me in such a despicable way, no, you do not play with me, you just never care about me, because I am nothing, I am but an ant."

Veldor’s hands trembled, his indignation only making him seem more helpless and miserable.

The aftershocks came, the cave shook continuously, as if God’s wrath wanted to display His mighty power in this world among men.

This disaster was enough to make countless people tremble incessantly, to grovel in fear.

Veldor still roared, still howled helplessly,

"I have awakened, I have understood, I no longer have to ask you why, nor do I have to beg for your redemption."

"I do not need your redemption, I will no longer recite Scripture, I have abandoned this path, for I shall beg you for nothing more!"

"If you want me to die, then let me die!

God, if you want me to die, then let me die!"

Veldor heard the booming sound of the earth.

It ended here...

Everything ended here.

His own anger, his own questioning, his own cursing, were all but dust.

Veldor stood stunned, saying nothing more, thinking nothing more; the anger he had been holding onto in the face of death slowly subsided, but now he was not afraid, he was prepared to face death.

His soul was already a dead man’s, that prayer, that embrace, were but a fleeting resurgence.

Each breath brought sharp pain in his chest, each tremor elicited a mournful cry from his body, he was covered in wounds, and no longer harbored any hope of rescue.

In a trance, Veldor felt something in his hand, what was he holding, it seemed... it seemed like a whistle. It was the whistle given by the old Believer.

Veldor slowly raised his hand, he remembered that he couldn’t read much at that time, he couldn’t understand what was written on it, and the old Believer had carved a piece of Scripture on it.

He wanted to see this sole gift one more time, wanted to see what kind of Scripture it was.

As Veldor lifted the whistle, he could clearly see etched on it,

"Child,

I love you, I miss you."

What he saw was not a piece of Scripture, but an old man’s longing for his child.

That old man prayed day and night, spending his whole life doing so.

Veldor was dumbstruck, the old Believer’s crying that day seemed to surface before his eyes once more.

His face was aged, he became incredibly frail, over and over he said: this path is too hard, too hard.

Indeed, always so hard... always so hard...

Veldor shook all over, tears streaming from his eyes.

He didn’t know what was wrong with him, the most vulnerable part of his heart ached, struggled, became... unable to calmly accept death any longer, he couldn’t just die like this.

All he knew was that he kept sobbing, kept trembling, kept repeating save me, kept saying I was wrong.

"Save me..."

"God, save me!"

That was like a cry from the depths of the soul,

like an unprecedented lament.

"God,

I hadn’t realized my wrongs at that time..."

"I pray to you, I repent, save me!"

He couldn’t die yet!

He hadn’t yet reached the Holy Land, he hadn’t yet followed his father to see the scenery of the Holy Land...

In this cave of despair,

there was a man, once filled with hatred.

And now, he had learned to live not just for himself.

Veldor struggled with all his might, called out with all his strength, he clutched the whistle, blowing that sound.

The crisp whistle, as if calling out for him.

The old Believer ran frantically, colliding recklessly with this collapsing world.

No matter how the earth shook, how the storm invaded, nothing could shake his will, even though he was already battered and disheveled.

In the midst of the rubble, his heart trembled violently, followed by a sudden whistle, awakening his exhausted soul.

"Veldor... Veldor!"

The old Believer cried out, madly running towards the source of the sound, continually descending deeper, he had to run as if to go through all fear and despair, even though by now, he had endured countless hardships, he had to get there, to be by his child’s side, he had to fight death!

The old Believer approached the ruins, his emaciated fingers digging through the soil and rocks, his eyes bloodshot, his whole being covered in dust, already weary, his fingers numb, but he did not stop.

He dug for a long time, a very long time, no one came to stop him, no one could; his clothes in tatters, as he suddenly pushed a stone aside, light from outside shone in.

Blurred vision, the old Believer saw Veldor inside.

Veldor lay injured, helplessly in the cave, calling out time and again for salvation.

Still alive, still alive... it was like a miracle.

The old Believer stumbled into the cave, that gaunt figure, now so towering.

He reached out, and gently embraced Veldor, no longer holding back, he wept aloud,

"God, I have walked the hardest road!"

"From death itself,

I have saved back my child!"

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