51: Chapter 51 God sent me to cleanse this damned world

To match this incredibly chuunibyou line, the halo behind Qin Ming's head suddenly brightened by a degree.

A visible heatwave rippled outward from him as the center.

The weeds by the roadside instantly withered and curled, as if unable to withstand this overly intense "divine grace."

"Wuuu..."

In the distant grass, the young assistant named Jack—

He knelt on the ground, burying his face in the dirt, unable to produce any reaction other than crying and trembling.

Meanwhile, Father Andoni, a tough man who had fought demons his entire life, was now streaming with tears.

He felt that his twenty-three years of persistence, the countless nights waking up in nightmares, and his broken leg were all redeemed at this moment.

He had not been abandoned.

God had truly sent a messenger down.

And this messenger was ten thousand times more "exciting" than those bishops who only knew how to recite scriptures!

This was the kind of God he wanted!

Decisive in killing! Physical salvation! A headshot with every bullet!

"Praise... Praise my Lord..." Andoni sobbed uncontrollably.

"I am sinful, I am too weak..."

"Weakness is not a sin; ignorance is."

Qin Ming straightened up and spoke indifferently.

"Since we've met, I'll give you a little blessing in passing."

He gave a casual wave of his hand.

A glow of Healing Magic enveloped Andoni's broken leg.

It wasn't the gentle, slow kind of healing.

Bones cracked and popped, and severed tendons were forcibly pulled and reconnected. The sharp, stinging pain made Andoni jerk his head back, letting out a long cry that sounded almost like an orgasm.

Five seconds.

Only five seconds.

The comminuted fracture was completely healed, without even a scar left behind. The skin was as smooth as a baby's.

Andoni stared at his leg in dumbfounded shock.

He tried moving his toes, then stood up shakily, even hopping twice on the spot.

It was better?

An injury that had troubled modern medicine for months was healed in five seconds?

"This is... a miracle..."

With a thud, Andoni fell to both knees once more.

This time, it was complete submission.

"Alright, stop kneeling. It's making me dizzy."

Qin Ming waved him off and pointed toward the school bus.

"Those students will wake up soon. They'll only remember that there was a car accident. As for this..."

Qin Ming pointed at the Ogre's corpse on the ground.

"This is your trophy, Father."

"Mine?" Andoni was stunned.

"Didn't you kill it?" Qin Ming raised an eyebrow. "Are you going to tell the police that a ten-year-old elementary student holding a non-existent shotgun blew this monster's head off?"

Andoni shuddered.

He understood.

This was a trial!

This was being low-key!

A true Saint never deigns to seek worldly fame!

"I understand!" Andoni nodded vigorously, his eyes as determined as if he were about to charge an enemy bunker. "I killed this demon! It has nothing to do with you! You are just... an innocent child unfortunately caught in a car accident!"

"A teachable student indeed."

Qin Ming nodded with satisfaction.

He turned and walked toward Wednesday.

The corner of Wednesday's mouth curled into a playful arc.

She softly repeated Qin Ming's line.

"That line wasn't bad. Very Shakespearean, but considering your audience is a fanatic, the effect was outstanding."

"That's marketing, Miss Addams."

Qin Ming shrugged, his face showing no sign of embarrassment.

"Religious fanatics are the best cover because they'll automatically fill in all the logical loopholes for you."

"True."

Wednesday glanced at Father Andoni, who was currently crossing himself frantically in the air and muttering under his breath.

"Looking at his current state, if you told him to blow up the White House, he'd probably think God wanted to redecorate."

Father Andoni was still in that cornfield, passionately cleaning up the scene.

For a fanatic believer, cleaning up after a "Saint walking the earth" was, in itself, a supreme honor.

Qin Ming didn't even need to waste words.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Qin Ming returned home.

He pushed open the familiar oak door.

The lights in the living room were warm, the fire in the fireplace was crackling, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of hot chocolate.

But beneath this warm atmosphere, an unusual cold current was surging.

Qin Ming changed his shoes and walked into the living room.

He saw an extremely bizarre scene.

On the sofa.

Emma, wearing her signature pink nightgown, was sitting upright on the left side.

On the other side sat Esther, who had been brought back by the neighbors.

Robert, the softest-hearted single father in the world, was standing in the middle with a loving expression, his eyes overflowing with sympathy.

"Oh, Qin, you're back."

Seeing Qin Ming, the worry on Robert's face eased slightly.

He walked over quickly and said in a low, compassionate tone, "Just two hours ago, the Coleman family across the street suffered a fire."

Qin Ming raised an eyebrow.

He was all too familiar with this kind of plot.

"The whole family is dead?" Qin Ming asked.

"Only this child survived." Robert sighed and looked back at the girl named Esther. "Esther. Poor child, she was shivering in the snow. The police haven't contacted the welfare agencies yet, and I couldn't watch her sleep on the streets."

Qin Ming looked at Esther.

Esther was also looking at him.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

Esther gave a timid, textbook victim's smile, with perfectly placed teardrops even hanging from the corners of her eyes.

"Hello, I'm Esther." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz. "Thank you for taking me in."

Good acting.

Out of ten, I'd give it a nine.

Qin Ming gave his evaluation internally.

"I've decided to temporarily adopt Esther."

Robert suddenly announced this decision, his face glowing with a sense of self-induced nobility. "Until the welfare agency finds a suitable foster family."

"Then should I leave?" Qin Ming pointed to himself.

Robert was taken aback, then laughed awkwardly, reaching out to ruffle Qin Ming's hair.

"What nonsense are you saying? There are plenty of rooms in the house. We'll raise you together."

Robert's logic was always so simple and direct.

In his view, this was just one more child to take care of.

He had no idea that he had just let a venomous snake into a rabbit's burrow.

Or rather.

Let a venomous snake into a nest of Tyrannosaurus Rexes.

"You're the dad, you call the shots."

Qin Ming shrugged, showing no opposition.

He even felt like thanking Robert.

After all, the fun of life often comes from these intruders who don't know any better.

...

Late at night.

On the second floor, in Emma's pink bedroom.

The curtains were tightly drawn.

Qin Ming leaned against the desk, playing with a coin in his hand.

Emma sat on the edge of the bed, holding a pair of scissors, cutting open a teddy bear's stomach and then sewing it back up stitch by stitch.

"Qin."

Emma didn't look up, her voice as cold as an ice cellar. "How should we deal with that Esther?"

"Up to you."

Qin Ming flipped the coin into the air, watching it spin under the light. "Anyway, her target seems to be only Robert. She wants to find a... what do you call it in this house? Oh right, a 'daddy lover'."

Snip.

The scissors in Emma's hand snapped shut, cutting off the teddy bear's ear.

"That is my daddy."

Emma looked up, her large eyes, which were usually like a doll's, now surging with pure malice.

"Actually, there's no other reason."

"I just don't like others touching my things."

"Whether it's toys, or Daddy."

"In that case, why don't you have Larry take care of her?"

Qin Ming pointed to the old, unplugged television in the corner of the room.

On that black screen, a pale and distorted face vaguely emerged—it was the subdued Radio Wave Spirit, Larry.

Larry had now become Qin Ming's exclusive loyal dog.

With just a thought from Qin Ming, Larry could crawl out through the network cables or circuits and stuff that 33-year-old fake loli into an oven.

"In your current state, you wouldn't be counter-killed by Larry anymore, right?" Qin Ming teased.

Emma put down the scissors and tilted her head in thought.

"No."

She refused.

"Using ghosts to kill people is too boring. That's cheating."

Emma hopped off the bed, walked to the window, and looked out at the pitch-black lawn.

"I want to keep her."

"Since she wants to play house, I'll play along with her."

The corners of her mouth slowly turned up, revealing that signature, sweet-yet-horrifying smile.

"After all, it's been a long time since I've encountered such a durable toy."