Chapter 142: Hurt Feelings

"Hehehehe… hahahaha… behold the power of God… heheheh ha! God is with me…"

The deranged laughter echoed from an old, abandoned training room tucked away in a secluded corner of the academy.

Inside, a blue-haired young man knelt on the dusty floor, carving symbols into the ground and walls with his own blood. The markings were bizarre, intricate, and unmistakably heretical by temple standards. Despite this, he continued with manic enthusiasm, clutching a small, well-carved stone tightly in his trembling hand.

"God is coming… I will finally see God… hahahaha!" His voice grew louder, nearly unhinged as his laughter turned into shrill giggles.

The room's massive wooden doors creaked open suddenly, their age betraying a groaning protest at the disturbance. The boy froze, his carving halted mid-stroke.