“Welcome, [Lightbringer], to our humble abode,” said the bowing priestess with a very huge, very bouncy pair of jugs. They shook mesmerizingly as she straightened up from her deep bow.

The boobs' physique was unreal. It only made sense when most were held in place by magical bras, and more often than not, everything here loved to give a middle finger to physics.

“Thank you for receiving me,” he answered with a polite nod.

‘Humble my ass,’ Adrin continued inside while he kept a neutral smile on his face. The Church’s main cathedral was freaking huge, and he would say, very devoutly designed.

‘Do giants live here, and why in the hell did all the priestesses look like supermodels?’ his brain complained.

It would be a lot easier if they were just averages. They couldn’t be compared to Ana and Bella who had helped him a lot in this matter, but he wouldn’t say he was immune to them.

Thanks to the two redheads and the maidservants, he still hadn’t lost his puny wit at such a sight. Their fervent gazes were kind of scary. It wasn’t easy to keep his lizard brain in check when he knew they adored him as a messenger of their God and the holy savior of the people.

The last time Adrin heard it, the rumor about the fight had spread like wildfire. Not many mages, young or ancient, could confidently say they were able to do the same.

The result was in plain sight. Whoever had doubts before was kneeling on their knees praying to the [Light]. Legions of devoted eyes prayed on his sorry crippled ass.

‘God, I hate this,’ he mused while trying his best to smile. ‘This is a very bad idea.’

Emi and Nerina were walking beside him as he rolled into the tall building filled with devout worshipers of the [Light] and the Church’s representatives. The mix of both fake and genuine smiles was everywhere as he had expected but he couldn’t say he liked either of them.

Natural lights poured into the inner sanctum through the colorfully designed glasses and he couldn’t imagine them to be cheap. Golden decorations were everywhere but expertly arranged to be seen as holy rather than gaudy.

And as he had thought, these guys were freaking loaded. The church even had golems guarding their walls and they hid the formidable constructs very well.

He said ‘hid’ but the huge golems were displayed in plain sight as four kneeling statues in the expansive halls. No one else seemed to notice when the golems were covered in a thick layer of some kind of mortar.

Adrin had to stop just to check on them. As soon as he placed his hand on the statue, he could tell that the [Spell Scribe] and [Enchanting] worked hard together to learn its secrets.

One instinctive magical scan later, he had gained an incomparable price. He had never thought the runes could be used in such a way. Nevertheless, this runic control system should be the final key to realizing his dream.

But he couldn’t help it to feel restless. Nerina clasped his shoulder as if she was trying to assure him that he would be safe, but he knew better than her.

‘I’m safe here, alright, until someone calls me a blasphemy,’ Adrin reminded himself.

The parade continued as he was pushed to the front where the top old dudes, who were in their pristine, over-decorated, holy robes. They might be able to fool others, but a few of them still looked as shady as hell for a closet-blasphemer like him.

Adrin looked around for the blind old lady, but she was nowhere to be found. The ancient woman was the only church person who Ana trusted and that fact already told him a lot.

He just had to act accordingly while figuring out the rules. The hidden rules of how not to be a blasphemer. All these grandiose welcomes could flip upside down with that single word. It would ruin the real objective of him coming here.

He missed the ‘do whatever you want, young master,’ rules already.

Adrin sighed inside.

It reminded him of the last argument he had with the two redheads.

Adrin had picked up the best secondary [Class] for his needs. He had taken it despite Bella’s and Ana’s vehement objection and he couldn’t blame them. The two didn’t speak to him for days afterward, that was how foul or wasted his choice was in their eyes.

He would say the argument was the main reason why the two weren’t here today. Despite how easy the secondary [Class] had also maxed its level, the two were still unhappy with it.

And to his surprise, he found his very familiar merchandise among the people in the hall of the church. There was a petite young girl in his designed wheelchair, model number 43, smiling ear to ear at him. She came from a rich family, no doubt, as the girl opted for the lavishly over-designed version.

“That’s the young mistress of the Yun clan, or the Moon clan as known by others,” the pretty priestess with huge bouncy boobs explained. “They say your wheelchair is a gift from God.”

Adrin shrugged. He wondered if the church had specifically chosen her to be his guide today.

He also noticed that everybody, even the old men in robes had stopped with him. They had done the same when he stopped to place his hand on one of the statues. Their annoyances were expertly veiled in the holy-fake smiles.

Their acting capability deserved an award.

He was about to continue the pointless parade when he heard a commotion. The girl had flowers in her hands when he turned around.

Unlike him, she seemed to be able to move her legs while on the chair, only weakly. He received the flowers while wondering what was wrong with her legs with all the healers around.

The girl said something but whatever said had completely flown over his head. Her otherworldly beauty was at another level before he snapped out of it. Adrin patted the girl's head when she bowed, which seemed to bring light to her eyes.

A man walked to her side before bowing, “her legs are too weak to support her maturing body,” the man said with subtle hope in his voice.

‘Yeah, she is maturing, indeed,’ Adrin mused while trying not to stare at the clan’s princess. She was already a beauty and would only get more beautiful in a few years.

“I’m sure the kind [Lightbringer] will take a look later, Master Yun,” said an old white-bearded man in a robe.

‘For a handsome donation to the church,’ Adrin continued sarcastically inside his head.

Those twinkle in the old man’s eyes would not lie.

“I’ll see if I’m able to help,” Adrin said without giving too much hope.

The look on the father, his daughter, and everyone else, however, was like they were witnessing an angel descending from heaven. There was no way he would let them, or anyone, picture him as the perfect holy figure inside their heads.

“I'm a mere mortal,” Adrin added. “I’m flawed like everyone else.”

The church might have other ideas based on the slight frown on the robed man, but he didn’t care what they thought. There was nothing holy about them. He just hoped the dirt-cheap wooden version was distributed among the needy as he had asked.

The world filled with monsters was also filled with people who lost their limbs to the attacks of said monsters. The guilt would haunt him if he didn’t at least do that.

He couldn’t see them anywhere in the building, but he was sure all of the present devout believers had devoutly paid for their seats. It would be nothing to them if they could see [Lightbringer]’s handsome face with their own eyes.

Nothing else moved the world like monetary gains. Adrin didn’t know if he could even sleep tonight thanks to these people. He groaned inside.

“Our [Light] is the humblest among others like him,” said a young voice.

An eerily familiar blind girl presented herself when he turned towards the voice. The way the others bowed with respect to the small figure had him flabbergasted. Even her grand chest had flattened to a board.

‘There is no way in hell, right? How in hell the old woman turned into a little girl? And why!?’

“The All-mother had been purged by the [Light] of all sins after she had found you,” said the boobs, no, he meant the priestess. It was hard to see her face from his sitting position. Those wondrous things kept stealing his eyeballs away.

‘That’s how the church had decided to spin it?’ Adrin had his doubts.

“I thought I’m clear with it, no receptions whatsoever?” Adrin questioned the lady turned into an innocent-looking blind little girl.

“Alas, I’m not in control of everything,” said the fake little girl, “but I’m sorry for this.”

Ana was not lying it seemed. The ancient woman didn’t have full control or a huge influence in the church. The organization had grown beyond her capability to contain.

She could only influence certain things but this simple exchange was a must. He needed the one who had organized this massive gathering to hear it from his mouth.

Adrin breathed in and let it out. “I guessed, I already anticipated as much.”

A rather large pin silently buried itself deep into his leg. Adrin cursed inside.

—--

“Report, the target doesn’t react at all,” he whispered into the echoing stone.

The intel was wrong then, the man who hid within the shadow had decided. He probably had help during the fight. The duel had happened in the family’s well-guarded compound, anything could have happened.

‘Or it hadn’t happened at all,’ he mused inside.

He had no regrets about trying to expose the target as it pained him to see the man being cornered with pretty busty girls all around. Every man alive had dreamed of being in the target’s place but that was just the man’s karma.

But still, it was the karma his master would rightfully take away, one way or the other. They only needed the perfect chance to win this. It would be nice to see the target’s soul in a jar, but that was the extreme they would rather not cross. The drastic course of action would defeat the clan’s purpose, after all.

Either way, his mission was a success, even as disappointing as it was. Getting in was easy when he had the excuse to be intimately close to one of the foolish participants. There was no need to use his clan’s influence in such a small matter or he would be a laughing stock.

“Good, return to your post,” the stone echoed back.

He found himself combing his hair with his hand again. His master had warned him about this habit but he just couldn’t help himself when his nerves were struck.

There was something odd about the target. His guts were warning him to not belittle the cripple and his guts were rarely wrong. Something was telling him that the man wasn’t like any other [Lightbringer] but his master had never been wrong before.

‘Everyone has his place and his price.’

The pin had nothing poisonous in it as the mission only required him to confirm how vulnerable the target was. Whatever was revealed from his mission would alter the Master’s plan accordingly.

He could have asked the foolish girl but he couldn’t afford to follow his instinct and risk revealing even a hint of the mission to anyone. Even the dead shouldn’t learn about it.

The info of the [Lightbringer] being a womanizer was already confirmed a few weeks ago. According to their informant, the target was just very clever and careful about his place in the family. The young man had only needed the reassurance of the young Matriarch before he started to show his true skin.

As a result, no maidservant was left untouched by those foul lucky hands.

But it was a smart move to hold himself back when he thought about it. The man also had tried to win his past lovers back but he was very terrible at it.

The blessing of knowledge, or whatever artifact it was, was truly wasted on someone like him. The Gods or whatever up there must have been toying with mortals. Why was such good karma gifted to such an unworthy otherworlder?

It should have been given to people who would use it for the greater good. Wasting it for the undeserved was simply stupid.

He had always wondered why the world was so unfair, and the Master had made it clear. The world was unfair because the Gods wanted it that way. Because the cruel Gods enjoy watching the mortals as they struggled and fought with each other for what little spoils they found.

This was why his Master was in the right.

And he would unite the world and make everything fair.

Once more his faith in the Master renewed to even greater strength.

Long live the Master.

Regardless, he had to return to his post before anyone realized he was missing. Continuing this farce would be annoying but maybe he would get rewarded in the end. Maybe a side bonus as well. A few soft female devotees would be enough for his appetite.

A quiet chuckle left his mouth as he took a step back and melted into the shadow.