"Ha... ha... ha..." Charles, drenched as if he had taken a bath, trembled, bent over, and gasped for air.
He remembered, that deleted memory had resurfaced; he had seen this God.
The enormous yellow eyeball underwater was Yidick. The transformation of his body that day wasn't an illusion; he indeed became His Divine Chosen One that day!
Observing the wretched Charles beside him, the Pope remained unflustered, leisurely eating his egg.
In the end, he even crushed the floating eggshell bits into powder and stuffed them into his mouth, wasting nothing.
"Why... why did He choose me to be His Divine Chosen One?" Charles turned his head to the Pope.
The Pope chewed his food thoroughly and swallowed, "Is it appropriate to ask me this question? You are His Divine Teacher, and you are asking me?"
Charles wiped the sweat from his face with his hand with a forceful flick, "How would I know? Who knows what this thing is really thinking? I am not even His follower!"
