Chapter 2427

Father God! Nuoman was overjoyed, immediately stepping forward to pay respects.

Jin Chen's gaze swept past him, landing on Samuel, who knelt on the Carpet, head bowed, unusually quiet and even somewhat… upset.

Every time he appeared, Samuel would fling himself into his arms.

This time there wasn't; something was odd.

Jin Chen frowned slightly, extending his hand toward Samuel: "Samuel, come here."

Samuel then slowly lifted his head, his eye sockets seeming a little red.

He rose to his feet, slowly walking toward Jin Chen, leaning into his embrace, burying his face in his chest, his voice muffled.

"Father God, Priest Nuoman is right; perhaps… I shouldn't be jealous like this, shouldn't love you so much that I don't want to share even a bit of your attention with anyone… and I shouldn't stop him from seeing you."

Jin Chen: "?"

"But hearing him say there will be others makes my heart ache…" Samuel said, as if unable to control himself, he wrapped his arms around Jin Chen's waist, his body trembling slightly.

Jin Chen's brows tightened, he held the person in his arms tighter, gently patting his back to soothe, then turned toward the stunned Nuoman beside him, his voice carrying obvious displeasure.

"What did you say to Samuel?"

He was so angry he spouted nonsense, saying things that didn't love him.

Nuoman: "……"

He opened his mouth, his beautiful green eyes filled with shock and bewilderment.

What Samuel just said—each sentence seemed to be something he had expressed before, but… how they were put together, paired with this demeanor, sounded completely off!

Samuel's tactics… are they really that high!

A huge sense of grievance instantly overwhelmed Nuoman.

He also knelt, face upturned, Tears swirling in his eye sockets, unwillingly asking: "Father God! Why can Samuel, but I cannot? Where am I lacking compared to Samuel? I am also devout, I also wish to serve you…"

Samuel shifted in his embrace, seeming even more aggrieved, warm Tears silently rubbing against Jin Chen's neck.

Jin Chen: "……" a faint ache throbbed at his forehead.

He tightened his arms, fully shielding Samuel in his embrace, blocking Nuoman's gaze: "Because you're not him."

Nuoman's Tears hovered, not yet falling, as he stood frozen in place.

He felt incredulous, as if Father God's meaning was…

Could it be that Father God also loves Samuel?

How could that be!

"Alright, you may leave." Jin Chen said.

Nuoman sobbed, feeling wronged, got up and ran out.

Samuel glanced at the closed door, then lifted his eyes to Jin Chen, whose eyes held a smile, and pressed his lips, "Father God..."

"Shouldn't be jealous, shouldn't love me so much?" Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, repeating the key point.

Samuel buried himself again, his ears red, "No, I'm not... I am very jealous, I... I wish I could kill him."

"I miss you so much."

Since our last meeting, over half a month has passed, and there hasn't been a day that Samuel hasn't thought of Jin Chen.

"You miss me but didn't tell me; did you think I'd forgotten the prayer?"

Jin Chen pinched his ear tip, and had made a bet with Zero Egg about when Samuel would call him; he lost and paid two thousand points.

"You're busy..." Samuel wrinkled his nose, lifted his face, and kissed the corner of Jin Chen's lips, "What can I do for you?"

"Hmm..."

Jin Chen also thought seriously for a moment, then said, "Stay with me."

"I've decided; from now on I'll handle the prayer scrolls here."

Samuel started, then nodded happily, "I'll get a room ready right away."

【Villain Blackening Value detected -10, total now 18!】

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On the highest terrace of the Holy City, Jin Chen's figure was shrouded in a golden halo.

On the square below, the elves with silver hair and green garments, the stout and sturdy beastfolk, and the human representatives Samuel, Cyril, and the king—whose expression was dazed yet he forced himself to stay alert—stood together, while a sea of believers knelt in darkness, like a silent tide.

Earlier, they had all received a divine revelation in their dreams, learning that the God of Light and Dark Jin Chen were originally one, and that the elves and beastfolk belonged to the receptive kind.

After a brief surprise, Cyril had a long talk with Samuel, and soon digested this fact as well.

Only the king, his face woven with great dread and the hazy honor of being chosen.

After all, there are so many kings on the continent, and the Father God chose him to represent humanity! He must not disappoint the Father God!

The deity's voice sounded like an ancient bell, echoing deep in every soul, unveiling the altered history.

From then on, the name Zephyros was erased, and the true source of light belonged to Jin Chen.

"Remember my name."

Finally, Jin Chen announced that the continent's historical records would be revised based on the elven chronicles that suffered the least tampering.

The beastfolk chieftain and Cyril immediately assented respectfully; the king also straightened his back and nodded firmly, thinking only: I must not hold back, I must help the Father God restore the records!

Jin Chen's gaze swept over the crowd below, signaling the three chieftains to follow him into the inner hall.

Norman and Samuel remained outside the terrace.

Norman couldn't help turning to Samuel and asking, "What if... if humanity, unable to accept that the Father God is also the Dark God, chooses to abandon faith—what would you do?"

Samuel's gaze remained fixed on the tightly shut doors of the inner hall, as if he could see through the heavy doors to the figure inside.

He answered without hesitation, "I only care about the Father God."

Norman choked.

"You don't care at all about your race!"

Sai Miu Er finally turned his head, glanced at him, and nodded.

Nuò Man: "……"

You really deserve to receive the father god's affection.

After that day, the news spread across the continent like wildfire.

The Elf Tribe and Beastman Tribe had some discussion, but overall remained peaceful.

The city where the Human Tribe gathered exploded in chaos; they could not accept that the Light God of their faith was actually the source of darkness, a devastating blow to many fervent believers.

The Holy See was packed tight with angry and doubtful believers, panic and suspicion spreading.

Soon, an organization called the God-Slayers quietly arose.

They claimed they would seek the lost ancient method capable of truly killing gods, overthrow this Light-Dark God, and create a new Light God for the continent.

Jin Chen felt that Ze Fei Luo Si was truly born at the wrong time.