The Chronicles of the Man Who Became a God and Did Whatever He Wanted - Chapter 36

“Hmm, what should I do~?”

In front of me, Tyran’s sister, the former Saintess Shirley, looks like she’s about to die. Judging by the progression of her illness, she’s on the verge of death. It’s not that I can’t cure her, but I’m thinking it might be better to just kill her off and use it as a tear-jerking story… What should I do?

By the way, I did some research on the Walsh Church’s Saintess system, and it’s yet another terrible system…

First of all, this Saintess is selected repeatedly in a short period of time. Shirley is the 538th Saintess, which means there were 537 previous Saintesses before her.

I’m sure some people would question how frequently the Saintesses are replaced in such a short time, but the church made up some nonsense reason: “The Saintess takes on the world’s impurities and becomes short-lived to purify the world.”

The world’s impurities are just men’s lust, aren’t they? This is nothing but a prostitute.

“Though it’s a bit strange for me to say it, they’re a bunch of despicable assholes.”

Upon further investigation, I found that these guys take in orphans under the pretext of selecting Saintess candidates, subject them to sexual training, and make them serve the believers by doing everything except actual intercourse. No wonder the number of lolicons is on the rise.

“Killing them outright is too lenient. I’ll tell Tyran to make it a slow death.”

I’ll leave the execution methods of the Walsh Church for later and focus on Shirley now. From the looks of it, she’s in the same state as Lilia was before she became an angel. She’s almost dead, and her mental state is collapsing. If she becomes an angel like Lilia, I could use her as a tool, but that might get me yelled at by my superior again… I guess I’ll dive into her subconscious and see if she wants to live or die.

“Alright, let’s dive into her mind…!”

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“Ugh… The Walsh Church definitely needs to be destroyed.”

I dived into Shirley’s mind and saw fragments of her memories, and it was so disgusting I almost threw up. It was beyond prostitution—it was horrific, like dismemberment and sadistic ryona torture, and every time it was healed with recovery magic before being chopped off again… No wonder her mind broke.

Moreover, Shirley has completely lost the will to live.

It was claimed she had sent a letter to Tyran asking for help, but Shirley never actually sent one. She was completely used.

When Tyran’s troublesome superior decided on the disposal of the Saintess, it seems they used Shirley to eliminate Tyran, who had been able to join the Royal Guard thanks to her, by sending the church to attack and label Tyran a criminal.

The foolish king’s lackeys are also garbage.

Since she began her role as the Saintess, Shirley had tried to commit suicide several times, but each time she was healed and couldn’t die. Moreover, every time she was prostituted, she was almost killed over and over, until her mind completely broke.

“At this rate, even turning her into an angel won’t work.”

Phew, I’m glad I didn’t heal her mental state. If I did, she would’ve gone insane. I feel bad for Tyran, but there’s nothing more I can do. She wants to die, and if I healed her, I’d only make her suffer more.

“I guess this is all I can do for her.”

I raised my hand and released my power. Shirley’s body was covered by a veil of light, and gradually, the spots on her body disappeared, returning her skin to its original beautiful, healthy state.

“I guess this is it…”

I took a breath after finishing the treatment. Shirley, freed from her disease, still looked thin, but her once-beautiful skin and lovely features had returned. It’s a waste… If she wanted to live, I’d have wanted to hold her.

Even though I’ve cured the STD, she was already on the brink of death, so she’ll probably die soon. But when she does, I’ll make sure she dies beautiful—that’s the best I can do.

“Your brother and I will get revenge for you.”

In the opposite hand that I had raised, there was a crystal the size of a marble, with a thorny color. It was condensed poison from the STD’s that had tormented Shirley. I’m going to return your suffering a thousand times over.

“Rest now, in peace…”

As I walked out of the room, I could have sworn Shirley’s sleeping expression had relaxed a bit…

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