637: Chapter 637 What is Liberation?

Just then.

A voice like celestial music echoed in the wolf-eared boy's mind.

"Are you thinking that living is exhausting?"

"Are you thinking about what meaning there is to your birth in this world?"

"Are you repeatedly asking yourself why you came into this world and why you must suffer such torment?"

"You don't need to doubt it! In fact, it is absolutely correct! It just goes to show that you have successfully broken free from the shackles of pain."

"Every life is unfair from the moment of birth; there is simply no such thing as fairness in this world."

"But death alone is fair. No matter who they are, everyone is ultimately unable to escape the fate of death."

"Death will take away all your agony, take away all your struggles, and grant you infinite peace."

"Give up. Life is nothing but a punishment that brings pain; only death is true liberation."

The wolf-eared boy opened his mouth, wanting to refute it.

But he thought about it—he had lived for over a decade, but how many good times had he truly experienced?

One day?

Two days?

Or never?

Were those brief, fleeting moments of happiness really worth trading for endless suffering?

He did not know why he was living, why he was persevering, or why he existed here!

Yes, why did he have to endure all this pain?

Even if he continued to live, he would only continue to endure this pain. What meaning was there in that?

What mistake had he made to deserve this?

He didn't need to endure any of this at all!

Everything was a punishment brought upon him by life!

It was life that made him be born into this unfair world!

It was life that made him suffer this pain!

It was life that made him live in despair every day!

If there were no life, he wouldn't be in pain!

If there were no life, he wouldn't be in despair!

If there were no life, he wouldn't exist!

Without existence, there would be no pain!

The voice like celestial music rang out again.

"Yes, all of this is a punishment."

"But that's okay. Death will grant fairness to everyone."

"Are you willing to help those who are still suffering find liberation?"

As these words were spoken, an unprecedented light burst forth from the wolf-eared boy's eyes.

It was not madness, but relief!

He had finally found the answer!

He was willing!

He was willing to help those still struggling in pain, to grant them liberation!

Just like he himself was about to obtain liberation!

The next second, a dark power erupted from within him, instantly swallowing the entire forest.

Those trees, flowers, plants, houses, living creatures—everything dissipated into the darkness!

They weren't destroyed; they had successfully been liberated!

The wolf-eared boy floated in mid-air, his expression calm, a faint smile on his lips.

He did not resent those who bullied him.

On the contrary, he even pitied them.

They could not see through the essence of life at all, still struggling in pain, sinking into despair, and futilely searching for light in the darkness!

But he didn't mind!

He was willing to bring them liberation, to bring them a gift!

All of this was the guidance of life!

He took a step and vanished from the spot.

Soon, another forest was swallowed by darkness—

—

Radiant Star, Holy Light City, the Great Cathedral.

The choir children, dressed in white robes, stood before the altar singing hymns, a scene of prosperity.

Yet here, a young nun stood in the corner of the cathedral, hands clasped, head bowed, praying silently.

Her features were delicate, but there was a long scar on her face, extending from her left forehead down to her right chin.

That was the mark left from being abused by her foster father when she was a child.

She was an orphan adopted by her foster father, yet she had never felt paternal love.

Her foster father was an alcoholic; whenever he got drunk, he would beat her, and whenever he felt like it, he would insult her—

Her body was covered with scars of all sizes.

She had run away, but every time she was caught and brought back, only to be beaten even harder;

She had called the police, but the officers just gave a symbolic warning or two and left;

She had prayed to the gods, praying every day, kneeling in the cathedral every day, begging the gods to save her, but the gods had never responded—

Later, her foster father died.

Drunk, he fell down the stairs and broke his neck.

She was finally free!

She came to the cathedral, became a nun, cared for orphans, helped the poor, and comforted the sick—only seeking to help those who suffered just like she had!

However, the cathedral's priest became a second demon!

Beating her, insulting her, using her completely as a toy!

And the environment of the cathedral and the priest's status destined that she couldn't even manage to run away!

Why?

She had helped others so much, so why couldn't she obtain happiness?

Did the gods really exist?

Just then, a voice like celestial music echoed in her mind.

"Are you thinking that living is exhausting? Are you thinking about what meaning there is to your birth in this world?"

"Are you repeatedly asking yourself why you came into this world and why you must suffer such torment?"

"You don't need to doubt it! In fact, it is absolutely correct! It just goes to show that you have successfully broken free from the shackles of pain!"

The nun looked up, her eyes instantly becoming clear.

Was this a god?

The gods had responded to her!

"Every life is unfair from the moment of birth! There is simply no such thing as fairness in this world!"

"But death alone is fair! No matter who they are, everyone is ultimately unable to escape the fate of death!"

"Death will take away all your agony, take away all your struggles, and grant you infinite peace!"

"Give up. Life is nothing but a punishment that brings pain; only death is true liberation!"

The nun's eyes instantly turned red.

She thought of her foster father's face, the priest's figure, the days she was beaten, the sleepless nights. She thought of the orphans she had cared for, the patients she had helped—

They were groaning, weeping, and struggling on their hospital beds!

Why?

Why live?

Why endure all this?

Why couldn't they—find liberation?

"Yes, all of this is a punishment! But that's okay. Death will grant fairness to everyone! Are you willing to help those who are still suffering find liberation?"

The nun closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks.

Those children, those patients, those who were struggling in pain just like her—

She was willing—willing to help them, to give them liberation!

Just like she herself was about to obtain liberation!

"I am willing!"

A dark power erupted from within her, instantly swallowing the entire cathedral!

But that was not enough!

In this world, too many people were like them!

They all needed to obtain liberation!

A faint smile curled the corners of her lips as she slowly stepped out of the cathedral and into the town—