“Wait, wait, wait, I haven’t received my reward yet! Lord Rock still hasn’t given me the bounty. Twenty thousand blue gold coins!” I grabbed onto the priest and shouted loudly.

“Twenty thousand? Blue gold coins?” Pastor Dent, who was struggling to drag me along, heard what I said and turned around, his eyes shining with a fanatic light. The brightness of that light was definitely no less than when he praised God.

Lord Rock, who had been kneeling on the ground, heard us talking about him and immediately stood up, using his rough voice to say, “Who said twenty thousand? A whole corpse is worth twenty thousand! Two heads at most are worth two hundred!”

Two hundred? The head of the Six Suns is only worth two hundred? What the hell is the use of a headless body? This is clearly price gouging! I glared at him angrily—if looks could kill, even if Lord Rock had a hundred lives, he’d have lost them all! Unfortunately, all I could do was glare, because behind him, dozens of his men were each holding a gleaming machete, staring at me, as if they’d completely forgotten I’d just performed a miracle.

After Pastor Dent secretly tugged at my sleeve several times, I finally remembered the saying “a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him.” I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, opened my eyes and glared fiercely at Lord Rock, saying, “Two hundred it is! I want cash!”

People like this—! As long as they’re in the wrong, even if they have great power in their hands, they don’t dare use it recklessly. They always have to find some excuse before they dare to use their power.

“Hurry up and give this young hero two hundred blue gold coins!” Lord Rock, who was clearly in the wrong, heard that I wasn’t going to haggle and only wanted two hundred blue gold coins. Afraid I’d change my mind, he quickly ordered his men to give me the two hundred blue gold coins.

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, I slung the leather bag containing two hundred blue gold coins over my back and followed behind the white-robed priest, happily heading toward the church.

The church? Is this really a church? I looked at the building in front of me, which looked just like a pyramid, and kept asking myself. This so-called church—if it weren’t for the big cross on top and a few windows, I really wouldn’t be able to tell it was a church.

Pastor Dent ran up to the pulpit, panting, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said breathlessly, “Dear... dear congregation! To... today, I solemnly introduce to you a man blessed by God—! He is—” At this point, the priest realized he didn’t know my name. Everyone followed the direction of his finger and looked at me. In an instant, I became the focus of the entire church.

“Dear congregation, hello everyone! My name is George Washington, I am a resident of the Forgotten Mountains. By the grace of God, I have been blessed. I believe that God is using me to bless all of you! Let us praise the Lord together!” I declared passionately as I walked toward the pulpit.

Pastor Dent heard my impassioned speech, and his face lit up brighter than a blooming flower. After all, it was he who discovered this man blessed by God—surely this would help his credentials for a future promotion to bishop or something.

“Today, George Washington, this man blessed by God, will be baptized and join the church here! Let us welcome him!” Pastor Dent shouted excitedly. The people in the church, upon hearing the priest’s words, mostly looked at me with envy, while only a few gave me sincere blessings.

Tch! It’s just joining the church, is there really a need to be jealous? On Earth, as long as you want to join, they’ll let you in right away. In the territories run by our gangs, the priests come every day to preach to us. Enjoying everyone’s attention, I walked up to the priest.

After a round of prayers, Pastor Dent took a silver cup from under the table, filled with clear water. He dipped his index finger in the water and sprinkled some on me, then launched into another long-winded speech. All I really heard was that in the church you can eat, drink, and live for free! I didn’t catch anything else.

“All right! Now, let’s have George Washington make his vow!” Pastor Dent shouted enthusiastically. All eyes were once again on me.

“What am I supposed to say?” I quickly whispered to the excited Pastor Dent, but he was so caught up in the moment that he didn’t hear me at all. In such a quiet place, I didn’t dare ask loudly again, so I just imitated what I’d seen on TV, raised my hand high, and mumbled, not knowing what to say.

At that moment, a little kid behind me tugged on my clothes and whispered, “I do.”

Damn! So that’s all I have to say? I immediately cleared my throat, took a deep breath, and shouted, “I do!!!” I have no idea how loud my voice was, but as soon as I finished, the cross with Jesus on it, which had been hanging from the ceiling, crashed down and landed heavily on Dent. It almost killed the guy.

The people around, seeing this, all whispered, “Did you see that? God himself came down to witness!” “Exactly! This is a once-in-a-century event!” “Wow! This guy is really lucky!”