《The Unnamed God. I’m Really Not A God You Guys !》The Unnamed God. I'm Really Not A God You Guys !
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****(POV)
Pour, wash, wipe and repeat.
Pour water, so much water that my arms get sore from carrying it. Pour it on the Floor, the statues, the columns, everywhere.
Wash everything. Scrub it with a brush until the skin on my hands begins to burn. Do so until it blisters from the repeated action. All until everything is sparkly clean.
Wipe it all. Pass a cloth all over, making sure my own blood doesn't stain it. Wipe everything, even if waiting does the job too.
All so this place can be shiny and beautiful. After all, the sect members come here to pray. Can I afford to slack off? Nope, otherwise, I won't even eat.
Doing it once is fine. Same for doing it twice. But doing it every single day, forever...is pure torture. What even keeps me alive? I am here to atone for my sins. What sins have I committed? I failed my job incredibly.
I am just a lowly eunuch now, a servant too—the lowest of the low. Yet, I used to be someone. I used to a branch master of an influential branch of the Purity sect. Then it all came crashing down.
How did that even happen? Well, stupidly. It all started with a small bakery. Well, most specifically, the monster that resided in it. I still believe he is no man but a devil.
We took his bakery down. He single-handedly took revenge by annihilating our entire branch. He did so in the vilest of ways. He cursed us to live powerless lives as we lost our beliefs for a short instant.
But that short instant damned us all. The Purity God is an unforgiving one. There is no option for redemption. Once the corruption has happened, there is no going back—only a world of suffering.
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These days I wonder how I can still manage to think. I don't even feel the constant pain and tiredness. More accurately, I ALWAYS feel it. It has become my new reality. My thoughts go wild when that happens.
What could I have done differently? Was I truly at fault? What about the punishment I am receiving now? Is it fair?
If I could go back in time, I would make sure not to mess with the devil. But how could I have known? What kind of baker would have that sort of power?!
Then Eaglevein fell. I had a responsibility to my people. They had worshipped the god of Purity all their lives and were now powerless. I led them back to the headquarters. I'm not even sure how I somehow managed.
Many times we encountered enemies. I simply bluffed my way through. We had the emblem of the sect. Every time I was even more arrogant than when I was at my peak.
A few times, I even scammed a few bandits in exchange for letting them live. Yet, I was completely powerless. Any single of them could have slaughtered us all.
Then after a journey filled with tension, we finally arrived. I knew I would get punished, but that didn't matter. I had a duty to fulfill toward my people. Surely, they would be given basic amenities, right?
We were all reduced to servants! Servants? More like slaves! I screwed up. I wanted to save them all, and yet I had once more failed them. I realized for myself that the sect I had believed in all my life was bullshit.
It was fine as long as we were pure. But once we became sinners, we became the enemy. I knew how they treated the fallen, but I was naively expecting they'd make an exception since it was the result of an enemy's attack.
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I was but a blind fool. *Sigh* And I brought them all with me. This sucks. The entire world sucks, really. Many times I felt like killing myself, but I couldn't. Not yet.
What am I waiting for? I'm not sure myself. I just want some kind of resolution to everything that happened. My people aren't dead. They could lead a simple life on some farm possibly. A happy end that won't happen.
Some days I dream, in the few hours of rest that I do get. I'm not sure how myself. I'm so dead tired, so how can I even have the energy to dream?
Sometimes I dream of taking revenge on the devil. Sometimes I dream of taking a huge dump on his bakery over and over again while torturing him. Those are good dreams.
Sometimes I dream of taking revenge on the Purity sect itself. I actually understand their stance toward me. They need a scapegoat to explain all that happened in the past. But the general branch members are truly innocent.
But all these are nothing but worthless dreams. The reality is that I will forever remain a eunuch, from my own hand to boot. I sacrificed my manhood trying to keep my power and yet still failed.
Sacrifices and efforts mean nothing to them all. Actually, is there anyone in this place that cares about such worthless things?
Nope, everyone is all about results and power. Just as I'm working, I can hear footsteps behind me. It's one of the core members of the purity sect. He's a dashing young man. He likes taunting servants for some reason, probably because his life is boring.
"Oh? How are you doing, eunuch? Still missing your loins? Don't be down. It's a blessing in disguise. This way, you'll be able to better serve the Purity God."
Why is he gloating? He has a dick, but he can't use it either. What's the point? I'm interiorly shaking my head so hard. I'll do as I always do. I'll remain silent and work.
"I heard that to increase the funds of the sect, the sinners you brought with you will be sold in slavery. Isn't that great? Their sacrifice will allow us to thrive, a great way to repay their debts. Don't you think so?"
I can feel my grip harden on the towel I'm using to wipe. I just feel like ripping his face off, but I'm too weak for that. Who knows, perhaps if I keep working hard one day, I'll die at the job and won't have to see his annoying face.
I really hope he's just taunting me. But he's probably speaking the truth. I hate this place. Nowadays, I'm thinking of a way to somehow cause them trouble, but I know I'm deluding myself. It's impossible.
I'll just need to…
My thoughts are interrupted by a shout. A long scream that ends with a CRASH. Somehow…a man fell from Heaven?! Yes, a man just passed through the ceiling and dropped all the way here.
What is happening?! But just as I'm puzzled, the man rises from the debris. That is when I see his face. It seems I've underestimated him. I've never seen a man go to such great lengths to avenge a tiny bakery.
That monster is here. Somehow it doesn't bother me one bit…
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