Alien paradise

"Can someone help me? No matter who it is, as long as there is someone who can help me, I am willing to devote the rest of my life to it..."

"Goddess Anya...the King of Storms...the Lord of Paradise...anyone will do!"

"I will definitely worship you well!"

Mog cried and begged, the smell of blood foaming in his throat, but the response never came. He could only hear desperate cries and whispers around him, or vicious curses.

"Do you think gods will really look at us!?"

"They are all blind, otherwise how could they let these bastards torture us here!"

Mog turned a deaf ear and only focused on his own prayers, over and over again, over and over again... until all the sounds around him disappeared, and even his own murmur was left behind.

what happened?

Why is it suddenly so quiet?

He blinked and forced himself to look up.

At this moment, a beam of light shone into the iron cage, illuminating his dirty face. Mog was stunned for a while, and then his heart started beating wildly! Because he found that he was the only one who could move, while everything around him seemed to be still!

This is definitely not something that humans can do!

"Is...is it a god!?"

He grabbed the iron railing and asked impatiently.

Then a picture came into his mind: the vast overseas cities, the flames piercing the sky, the endless fields of farmland, and the smiling faces of people chatting and drinking, as if they never had to worry about life. He almost instantly recalled the report on overseas Protestantism.

"You are the Lord of Paradise...have you heard my prayer?"

Mog was so excited that he didn't expect that the first person to respond to him would be a god unknown to most people!

The light began to condense, and finally formed a question.

"What's your name, where are you from? Why are you calling my name?"

What ability is this!

It can actually make light become distorted like words!

Mog stuttered and replied, "My name is Mog Weller, from Moonlight City, but my hometown is actually a small village in the west of the kingdom, called Gula. I, I am a businessman, so I need to run around. This time I came to Qianlimbao because I wanted to sell a batch of food - cough cough cough..."

The long absence of water made his throat sting, and the smell of blood became stronger. However, he was afraid of neglecting the gods, so he stirred the tip of his tongue desperately, trying to squeeze out some of the remaining saliva to moisten his throat.

"But you are now trapped in a prison. Have you broken the law?"

"No, I didn't!" Mog shouted immediately, even if it would tear his voice, "I declared and paid taxes according to the rules, and the goods were good quality, without any problems! It's these defense forces... they detained the goods and me My family asked me to prove that I was not a spy for the rebels, or to pay a large sum of money as a deposit. I took out my Chamber of Commerce pass, but they thought it was a forgery! But I am not a spy at all, I just came from the west of the mainland! These days they keep me in a cage like an animal and don't care, as if they don't care whether what I say is the truth or not."

"Are the deposit requirements high?"

"Not only is it high, it's so much that it's abnormal! It accounts for almost half of my wealth. If I do any business like this, all the principal will be filled in... This is no different from killing a businessman!"

The more Mog talked, the more excited he became, and the more he talked, the more aggrieved he became!

He has been to so many places and encountered bandits and robbers, but this is the first time he has been framed like this by the Kingdom's garrison - these people are supposed to exist to maintain order and protect the safety of the people, even if they have to use more oil Forget it, this method of detaining people and subjecting them to strict trials is completely unreasonable!

Fortunately, when he entered the city, the residents outside the city told him that those hanged at the gate of the inner city were all cultists and conspirators. These people were all liars and deserved to die!

"Please! Please seek justice for me and let me and my family escape from here! We are innocent!"

He finally begged in tears.

"Where is your family?"

"I was taken into the city two days ago. They call it the women's camp. My wife's name is Ciel, and my daughter's name is Dovla... When they were taken in, both of them were wearing woolen sweaters and red trousers. Yes. Now… Ciel’s hair is blond and he is wearing a pair of copper earrings. It is not a valuable item and should not be confiscated. Also…”

As he moved his hands, he racked his brain to recall the characteristics of his family members, trying to describe them as accurately as possible.

And the golden light remained motionless, as if it was really listening attentively.

It wasn't until he was out of breath and his tongue felt like it was filled with lead that the light started to shake again.

"Last question, how did you know about the existence of paradise?"

"I... saw it from the newspaper..." Mogg's voice returned to his weak state, "It's not a big-name newspaper, and many people don't believe it, but I don't think the person who wrote these things is making it up out of thin air. ...Facts have proved that paradise really exists..."

"Someone will sign a contract with you tomorrow, and that will also be the certificate to get you out of this desperate situation."

"What about my family? Can they also be blessed by your light?"

"Paradise accepts everything."

The light began to fade, and Mog stretched out his hand to keep it, but no matter how he grabbed it, he could only feel the grip of air. "Is the person who came to save me your angel? What is his name? How should I recognize him? …”

He desperately wanted to know more, but the light didn't respond to him anymore.

"You must be sick, why are you scratching there!" Suddenly, a curse came into Mog's ears, "Get away from me!"

"Poor guy, he must be having a nightmare."

"Speaking as if you are not pitiful..."

"Leave him alone, I'm afraid he's not crazy."

Noisy sounds continued to appear around Mog one after another. He opened his eyes suddenly and realized that it was already the eve of dawn, and a trace of fish belly white appeared on the dark sky. What he grasped with both hands was not the golden light or the iron railings, but the ankles of another imprisoned person.

Mog quickly let go of his hand.

Are you asleep?

No...no...his expression became panicked. Could it be that everything he had just experienced was just a dream he had imagined? The hope that had just surged suddenly crumbled, and a chill shot straight from his spine to his brain, making him want to scream!

At this moment, Mog suddenly felt something stabbing him in his sleeve.

He lowered his arm and found a small piece of paper hidden in his sleeve.

Pulling out the piece of paper, it seemed to come from the packaging box of a product. It was hard and had patterns printed on the surface.

The moment I saw the paper clearly, my fear disappeared.

Because there is a row of words on it: Destiny Gate Pharmaceutical Company, Brilliant Castle.

He had never handled goods from the New World, and it was impossible for anyone in such a remote town to do business with Brilliant Castle. So how did this piece of paper appear in his sleeve?

Mog only knew one thing in his heart: the Paradise Cult was born in the Brilliant Castle across the sea.

He held the paper tightly in his arms as if grasping a life-saving straw, and fell to his knees crying. The tears that came to my eyes were not because of fear, but because of the joy of regaining something.

Great, great! He was not dreaming! The Lord of Paradise really heard his prayer!

Their family is saved!