Forty-two. The first believer, the second believer

The oil lamp on the table emitted a dim yellow light, but it couldn't illuminate outside the Confessional, as if the inside and outside of the Confessional were two different spaces.

In fact, they indeed were, as Lu Li was about thirty meters below sea level according to the normal depth.

Outside the Confessional, a lady with rough hands held onto a piece of paper, slowly speaking about the troubles she had encountered.

Olivia Kikan might not be the most devout Believer, but she took a day each month to come to the Temple for worship.

This was her second visit this month due to the troubles she faced.

Her youngest son had an asthma attack and coughed up a lot of blood. After taking him to the clinic, the doctor told her that his condition was very serious and that stabilizing it would require long-term treatment, which would not be very effective.