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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle – Chapter 1238

Chapter 1238: The Qualification to Become a God

“Injecting the power of the Holy Spirit into the human body? And not even succeeding on the first try, isn’t that using Older Brother Jayad as a test subject? That’s too dangerous, I can’t agree to it!” I immediately shook my head.

Throughout history, countless strong individuals have attempted to become gods, trying countless times. Among them were those with astonishing talent or terrifying strength, some even so powerful that everyone believed they were already gods.

But in the end, they never became gods. Not one succeeded. The boundary between gods and humans is not so easily crossed.

The Arianism Sect’s idea only exists in theory. No, it’s not even theoretically possible. They actually want to find a body that can contain the Holy Spirit.

In other words, they want to find a person who can contain the Tao, who can contain all the truths of the world. This is simply a pipe dream.

This isn’t me talking nonsense; I have actual experience. The first time I met Beelzebub, He casually poured a large amount of knowledge into me, almost causing me to explode on the spot. Of the tens of thousands of souls who accompanied me, only a handful were left.

One can imagine how terrifying the amount of information a god possesses. It is an immeasurable amount of knowledge far exceeding human limits, something that cannot be grasped in a lifetime. Otherwise, so many people would not have gone mad just by seeing a god’s portrait.

“However, there are still benefits. The Arianism Sect also knows that humans cannot accept so much of the Holy Spirit at once, so their method is to inject a little bit at a time, over many injections,” Via said again.

“Although this is still very dangerous, over the years, several of them have managed to survive the initial rounds. Those who can withstand the injection of the Holy Spirit have become strong individuals, who can be called man-made living saints.”

Isn’t that the same as me? Beelzebub did the same thing: forced knowledge upon me. Those who couldn’t handle it died, and those who could became Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.

What kind of heretical cult practice is this? I’m sure this Arianism Sect has completely degenerated due to being suppressed as heretics for so long.

Perhaps in the beginning, when they first split, those people were still devout and kind believers. But after such a long period of suppression, they mixed with heretics, other religions, and otherworldly beings, and were assimilated into their likeness.

To dare to use the Holy Spirit and tamper with the power of gods means they no longer have any reverence for the God they believe in. They have put the cart before the horse, going to any lengths to prove their correctness. Even if they succeed, they would no longer be Christians.

What interested me most was how they injected the Holy Spirit into the human body, so I asked the question: “How do they collect the Holy Spirit, and how do they inject its power into the human body?”

“I happened to hear my father talk about this. It was precisely because I was interested in this method that I looked into the records of the Arianism Sect, otherwise, I really wouldn’t be able to answer if Sister Parul suddenly asked,” Via said.

“The Holy Spirit exists in everyone’s heart, connecting gods and humans. The fewer sins one has and the firmer their belief, the more power of the Holy Spirit they possess within their body. The Arianism Sect cultivates many devout believers, and then extracts the power of the Holy Spirit from the believers’ bodies through a special ritual.”

Via didn’t need to say more; I could already guess. “Isn’t this exactly the same as what those Old Day Imprinters do? They carry the power of gods through a special vessel and then find a way to implant it into the human body.”

“Uh, there are still many differences in the details, and technically… Okay, it’s essentially the same, at least the method is similar,” Via thought for a moment and agreed.

Then I think they are not as good as the Old Day Imprinters. The Imprinter organization has at least successfully created an artificial Demigod, while the Arianism Sect’s plan is still in the theoretical stage. I even think this theory is fundamentally wrong.

With Beelzebub’s style of acting and the Old Day Imprinters’ methods, I can only say they are worthy of being called heretics. While the Church isn’t exactly a good thing, they certainly aren’t wrong in their condemnation.

“Can such a sect really be joined? I don’t think Older Brother Jayad should join. These people are too dangerous. They just want to use Older Brother Jayad as a test subject,” I began to seriously think of ways to refuse them.

Perhaps there would be some benefits at first, like gaining strength from the Holy Spirit injection. But they wouldn’t stop. Each success would lead to more injections of the Holy Spirit until the person could no longer bear it and collapsed completely.

“I think it’s too late now. Lorna has already reported Big Brother’s information. This means that those elders already know about Big Brother’s existence, and may have even identified Big Brother as the perfect person they are looking for,” Via said.

“So I’m thinking about how to reasonably make them think that Older Brother Jayad is not suitable,” I pondered with a troubled expression.

“That would be difficult, wouldn’t it? Big Brother comes from the Slums, which fits their doctrine perfectly. The Church should not possess great wealth and advocates for poverty and asceticism. Moreover, Big Brother is so talented and has almost no original sin, making him an almost perfect candidate.”

Original sin is the innate, primordial sin of humanity in Christian doctrine. A person’s lifelong cultivation is about eliminating original sin or gaining God’s forgiveness. The more original sin is cleansed, the closer people become to the original perfect human.

Later, human sins were divided into the Seven Deadly Sins. But upon reflection, Older Brother Jayad indeed has almost none of these major sins.

He is not arrogant; Older Brother Jayad has always been humble. He is also not envious of what others possess, rarely gets angry, and is not lazy. Brother has always been diligent. His appetite is within the normal range compared to mine, so he does not gluttony. As for lust, let alone that, even with so many beautiful girls around him, he is still a virgin to this day.

The only sin that might be related to Older Brother Jayad is greed. Theft originates from the sin of greed. But in reality, Older Brother Jayad is not a greedy person. On the contrary, he is very generous, willing to give away all his prey to help a small village.

Older Brother Jayad’s theft was once out of necessity, but now it’s just a habit.

The point is, theft, in a religious sense, is not the original sin. Because the two prisoners executed on the Cross with the Holy Son were robbers. After one of them repented on the spot, he ascended to Paradise with the Holy Son.

He was later known as Dismas, and also as Saint Dismas, a Saint. In the Church, Saint Dismas is regarded as the Guardian Deity of robbers, pirates, sinners, and prodigals.

Thinking of this, I was stunned again. So, if the qualification on God’s side must be a robber, or a thief, does Older Brother Jayad’s identity also fit?


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The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

The Little Witch’s Daily Struggle

今天的魔女小姐也在努力活着
Score 8.2
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2021 Native Language: Chinese
You hear the penny-dreadful tales, don’t you? Souls whisked off to other worlds, landing in lives of ease and splendor. Reborn as young lords in grand manors, with enchanted baubles at their fingertips or a spectral mentor whispering secrets. But my own ‘grand arrival’? No gentle angel to light the path. Instead, a repulsive, foul deity—some forgotten horror from a darker age—claimed me. I was tormented to the very edge of oblivion, then pitched into a twisted, gaslit world of shadows and fear. I awoke in the frail body of an orphan girl, shivering in some rat-infested rookery, choked by smog and despair. Weak, plagued by illness, with a hunger that gnawed relentlessly. My new story didn’t start from scratch; it began deep in the dregs, clawing my way up from less than nothing.” Now, all I fight for is to live, to see another grimy sunrise over these cobbled streets. Not just for my own skin, but for him—the one whose fate is tangled with mine, the one soul I cling to in this godforsaken, fog-drenched city.

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