Alive,

Want to be alive.

The long-standing consciousness awakens in the darkness.

Wake up before falling into eternal darkness.

Want to be alive.

Want to escape from this darkness.

——What you can't escape is like the black sun in the sky. No matter where you go, you can't escape his gaze.

There was a voice saying, mocking the soul who was trapped in delusions.

Black sun, what is that?

It must be something you have seen, but you don’t have the power to recall it.

He just wanted to escape from here, so he raised his hand.

The power from somewhere was coming, which made him raise his hand, support his body, and crawl out of the coffin of the living.

The body turned into flowing water and flowed along the coffin to the ground.

The hands and feet cannot exert strength, as if they never existed.

But it can still be lifted a little.

He can still flow along the ground little by little.

——Be sure to leave here.

Some small voice cheered him up.

——Otherwise, you will never be able to escape from this dark hell again.

The consciousness floated and floated, and it floated over and was blocked by the steps and returned.

He had to try his best to hold onto anything that could fix himself, fight against the powerful gravity, and move upward little by little.

His body twisted into a strange shape like a creeper, supporting his body to extend upwards. He worked hard and finally felt the light.

But the slightest light that came out from the high place was so dazzling that he had to close his eyes and drive himself to grow towards the warm light above his head.

Just like a sunflower.

It was so strange that he actually floated up like this, stretching up the stairs until the highest point, and flowing along the ground to the distance.

Then, he touched something warm.

Two warm, firm objects suddenly appeared in front of him, bounding his floating soul.

Suddenly he felt relieved, so he stopped, his eyes flowing upwards, looking at the dazzling light in the sky.

There are also tall shadows blocking the body.

The escapee who lost consciousness just like this failed to hear the sound behind him.

"What a tenacious life, I can escape from that cage."

As the speaker squatted down, the shadows faded down, looking down at the young man who escaped from death, the young man in the priest's robe, with deep appreciation and pity in his eyes.

He reached out and touched the unhealthy boy carefully, and his words could not stop being surprised.

"How many miracles can your life create? How big surprise can it bring to me-?!"

The corners of the priest's mouth bent upwards, and the silver cross shone on his chest.
Chapter completed!