Nobody 014

A grassroots organization rose up among the common folk, but it failed to attract the attention of any faction. Since it was merely a civilian group intended to comfort the families of those who died in the attacks, the Espers were actually quite satisfied. The existence of such an organization saved them a great deal of trouble.

Little did they know, however, that a dangerous rhetoric was quietly spreading in the dark corners of the empire. The families of the deceased civilians were also disappearing one after another, though no one cared about the fate of a bunch of lowly commoners.

During this period, the Church and the Espers had elevated their own prestige to new heights, even faintly surpassing that of the royal family. As a result, the arrogant Espers and the royal family began to clash both openly and in secret. With this going on, even fewer people paid attention to the dispensable commoners.

Instead, someone no one could have expected was dragged into this political struggle—Mo Xuan. Originally favored by three gods, his abilities had actually been revoked by them, turning him into a Forsaken. The higher he had been propped up by the Church back then, the harder he fell now. If Old Master Mo hadn't still been alive, Mo Xuan's fate would likely have been even more miserable.

All the various honors forced upon him by others were revoked. The royal family claimed that the Espers should be held responsible for this matter, while the Esper organization believed it was a punishment for the royal family angering the gods. Finally, during a shouting match that resembled bickering shrews, Old Master Mo was overcome by intense rage, coughed up blood, and died.

Mo Xuan's life also underwent an earth-shattering change. He was kicked out of that manor and ended up wandering into the slums of another city. What he didn't expect, however, was that Li Yana, even defying her family's orders, remained firmly by his side.

"Even if I'm not the main character, I've accepted it!" Mo Xuan said with tears in his eyes. "From now on, I'll let you manage all my secret stash of money!" He was very glad to be able to leave that dark place.

However, Mo Xuan didn't realize that the darkness covered every corner of the empire. One day, Li Yana was forcibly taken away by her family. He endured the pain of parting with his lover, but as soon as Li Yana left, he was immediately thrown into prison by the city's Esper organization under the charge of blasphemy against the gods. It was said that he would soon face a public trial.

Another guy in the same cell told him that the so-called public trial was nothing more than a show put on to build momentum for a well-connected Esper squad. When the time came, Mo Xuan would be executed by them using flashy abilities, just to make the spectating commoners cheer in excitement.

"To think that I'm not even a supporting character, just cannon fodder." Mo Xuan smiled bitterly. If that was the case, things were looking terrible; he wouldn't even be able to wait for Fang Zhiyi to return.

But the date of the public trial was repeatedly postponed. This feeling was torturous, like someone holding a knife and saying they were going to kill you, but you had no idea when the blade would fall.

Meanwhile, people were constantly being thrown into the prison.

According to them, a major event had occurred outside.

"I heard that the followers of the Evil God have started a war!"

Mo Xuan didn't believe this at all. How many followers did the Evil God even have? Leaving aside the fact that they were fragmented, even if they united, there was no way they could resist the empire's Espers and the Church, right?

However, the continuous stream of rumors left him somewhat dazed.

"Those people have captured the fortress in the Northern Frontier!"

"The Northern Frontier has fallen!"

"I heard that our place, Weilu City, is also in danger!"

Mo Xuan couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "Didn't the Espers come to provide support?"

The newly imprisoned commoner shook his head. "I don't know. I just heard it from the refugees who fled from over there. I merely discussed it for a few sentences, and then I was arrested and brought here."

A feeling of panic and unease spread throughout the entire prison.

A week later, a massive explosion jolted the prisoners awake. Listening to the terrifying commotion, Mo Xuan's throat tightened involuntarily. "What is that?"

No one knew, but the chaotic noises continued relentlessly, drawing closer and closer to them. It wasn't until the jailers who originally guarded them fled one after another that everyone's hearts leaped into their throats.

"It hasn't even been that long since we last met, and you've already fallen this low, kid?"

Mo Xuan raised his head, his facial expression quite a sight to behold. In the next moment, he almost burst into tears. "Why are you only here now?! I thought I was a goner for sure!"

Looking at this guy covered in snot and tears, Fang Zhiyi felt a bit apologetic in his heart.

According to what Little Hei said, ever since this guy met him, he had completely failed to realize that he was supposed to be the main character. And when the Evil God—which was the remnant will of the Heavenly Dao—completely died, he had also completely lost his status as the protagonist.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. I'll cover you from now on."

Mo Xuan, who was originally supposed to be the protagonist, now looked exactly like a wronged little wife. Fang Zhiyi pushed him away in slight disgust, hoping this guy wouldn't dirty his clothes.

Someone recognized Fang Zhiyi. "You are... you're that Blasphemer!"

Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Incorrect, I'm an atheist. However, Yours truly has a proper name; my name is Fang Zhiyi."

His calm composure made the prisoners shut their mouths in unison. Although they had been locked up by the Espers, they still believed in the gods. They kept their distance from the Fang Zhiyi before them.

When Mo Xuan followed Fang Zhiyi outside, he was shocked once again. He had originally thought there would be many Espers flying around outside, and then this big shot he was clinging to would wave his hand, causing all those people to bow down in unison.

Who knew that all he would see were ordinary people. These ordinary people held standardized weapons and stood in neat formations. Seeing Fang Zhiyi come out, they shouted in unison, "Greetings, General!"

Fang Zhiyi waved his hand in acknowledgment. "Greetings, soldiers!"

"Mighty is the General!"

"Mighty are the soldiers!"

To the side, the corpses of the stubbornly resisting Espers were piled up like a small mountain. Their eyes remained wide open even in death, clearly unable to believe what they had encountered.

An elderly prisoner behind them had trembling legs. "You've caused a massive disaster. You killed so many Espers..."

Fang Zhiyi didn't look back; he simply made a hand gesture. Immediately, someone drew the long blade from their waist and began to chop off the heads of all those Espers, stacking them neatly.

This cruel act made the hearts of many commoners pound with fear.

Finally, someone couldn't help but shout, "Stop! Stop it! You will face retribution!"

Fang Zhiyi looked up, a trace of inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

Xing Bugui understood his meaning and merely waved his hand. Several subordinates immediately stepped forward and roughly snapped the banners planted up high. Those were the banners of the Church, representing the inviolable majesty of the gods. Almost everyone would salute with the most devout faith upon seeing those banners.

"The God of Light will send down divine light to blind your eyes! The God of War will tear your bodies to shreds! The Almighty God will punish your souls! Stop!"

As the banners representing the Church were burned to ashes, Fang Zhiyi raised his head high, his voice overpowering the terrified accusations of these people.

"God of Light? God of War? Almighty God?" Fang Zhiyi's gaze swept over the crowd. "How many army groups do your gods have?"