The Miserable End Of Fiction

ALL GODS ARE EVIL

The title alone felt ominous. If the church ever laid eyes on this book, they would surely declare the Duke a heretic. But what was the church, really? Nothing more than a gathering of fanatics who worshipped the gods unconditionally, blind to the suffering they inflicted.

If they were willing to massacre an entire household simply because the Duke was labeled a heretic, I wouldn't even be surprised. What would they do if they knew that I—without fail—cursed the gods every single day? Not out of rebellion, not for amusement, but because they were the very reason for my suffering.

Only divine power could summon a soul from another world. Only the gods had the power to rip me away from everything I once knew.

I turned my gaze to the book's contents. Five chapters in total, yet more than half of it was filled with unnecessary drivel. Still, curiosity gnawed at me, so I read on.

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Chapter One: The Genesis of Deception

The Myth of Creation: The gods claim to have forged the world out of love, yet their "creation" is nothing more than a prison of suffering.

I had heard such debates in my past life. Some swore the world was crafted by a God, while others countered with science. If you asked which side I supported—neither. They wasted their breath arguing over the past when they should have been focusing on surviving the present.

I skimmed through several pages until a passage caught my eye.

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The First Lie: "Worship me, and you shall be saved."

Why must we worship the gods for salvation? Are they merchants, bargaining in prayers? If they are truly benevolent, why do they not save us unconditionally? Their doctrine only breeds discrimination. If you do not worship, you are forsaken. But even a criminal who bows before them may receive divine mercy.

Would the gods truly save a murderer just because he prayed? My answer—yes. Because the gods themselves are no better than criminals. They would protect their own kin before considering the plight of mortals, who are nothing more than cattle in their eyes.

I shut the book for a moment, exhaling sharply. What a way to spew venom. For a fleeting second, I felt its influence seep into me. But I had lived long enough to see through its intent. This was not a book of enlightenment—it was an attempt to breed hatred against the gods. And yet… a part of me resonated with its words.

I wouldn't mind if the whole world despised the gods. But I couldn't believe they were all evil. My mother worshipped one. That god must have been different… right?

Shaking off the thoughts, I flipped ahead to the final chapter.

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Chapter Five: Why Hell is the True Kingdom of Freedom

Unlike the heavens, Hell does not demand blind worship.

Here, no one is forced to kneel, and knowledge is not forbidden.

The gods fear Hell because it represents rebellion against their tyranny.

A bitter chuckle escaped me. The mention of Hell clarified everything. This book was written by someone affiliated with demons. If this were ever published, it would surely ignite chaos.

Theo must have given me this book hoping to alter my perspective on gods and demons—to manipulate me. But his efforts were wasted. I already loathed the gods, and no amount of reading would make me believe demons were any better.

If people began worshipping demons, the end of the world would be upon us. And the ones to bring destruction? None other than the gods themselves.

I flipped through the final pages, searching for the author's name. As expected, it was blank.

This world was riddled with secrets, and curiosity threatened to pull me deeper into them. But curiosity could be fatal.

A heavy feeling settled in my chest. Something big was coming. A shift in the world. And that change… it would not be for the better.

I needed to become stronger. But without a mentor, where would I even begin?

A deep sigh escaped me. No point dwelling on it now. The real problem? That damn maid still hadn't brought my tea. My stomach grumbled in protest.

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Knock. Knock.

"You sure took your time making a simple cup of tea, 'little girl.'"

"Sorry, young master, but I haven't brought tea with me."

My body tensed at the sound of a deep, unfamiliar voice.

There were only maids in this mansion.

Who was this man?

Was he one of the Duke's men?

"Then why are you here?" I demanded, irritation creeping into my voice. Just thinking about that bastard filled me with rage.

"I've brought your dinner. The Duke ordered a special diet for you."

Now the Duke was deciding what I ate? How laughable.

"I'm not hungry. Leave before I rip your balls off—just like your dear friend."

"You certainly have a sharp tongue, young master."

Click.

He stepped inside, carrying a tray. I didn't acknowledge his insolence—I simply met his gaze with a cold stare, one that had sent many into a shivering silence.

"The Duke ordered that if you refuse, this poison goes to the maids. Carla included."

I glanced at the dish. A black liquid with floating vegetables. Ominous.

"What will you do, young master?"

My fingers twitched. The first thought that came to mind was crushing this bastard's skull. But the aura he emitted… I knew I couldn't take him down with this small body.

"I'll eat. But next time, bring something that actually looks edible."

I took the first bite. Not as bad as it looked. The smell and color were the only issues.

Gulp. Gulp.

I lifted the bowl and downed it in one breath.

The man smirked. "Well done, young master. Now… do you feel anything different?"

"Yeah. I want to throw it all up on your face."

He chuckled darkly. "Oh, I see the changes now."

My stomach twisted. A sharp pain shot through my throat. I touched my nose—red stained my fingertips. Blood.

"What… did you put in this?"

"Nothing much. Just a poison that won't kill you, but will make you wish you were dead."

Poison?!

An unbearable pain spread through my body. My vision blurred. My limbs trembled.

"Did the Duke order this?" I already knew the answer. I just wanted to hear it myself. So that one day, when I killed him, I would make sure he suffered the same agony.

"Of course. This is all part of the Duke's plan. This poison will strengthen your body, increasing your chances of receiving the 'legacy.' Side effects? Who cares about a test subject?"

Cough. Cough.

Blood poured from my mouth. My consciousness wavered.

"You are replaceable. But your blood is special. Even if you fail, we won't abandon you."

Replace? Abandon?

Darkness swallowed my vision. My eyelids grew heavy.

"Fuck… off…"

The last thing I saw was his twisted grin. And behind him—

A small figure. A girl. Running toward me, tears streaming down her face.

Then, just before oblivion claimed me, I heard a voice in my mind.

A voice distant, yet warm.

Sweet, yet strong.

A familiar, yet unfamiliar in this life.

A distant voice of woman with authority.

'All the best… The only hope for Earth…And.. My love…'