"Kingdom Calendar 1945:" "My name is Eli Holmes. I used to be a healthy and sunny game planner, and now I'm the High Priest of the Church of Destiny." "Every day I maintain a good sleep schedule. After waking up, I enjoy a relaxing glass of milk and a five-minute run. Even the God of Death praises my good health." "In my spare time, I do good deeds and accumulate virtue, thus building up a good reputation in the capital." Gazing out the window at the distant view, Eli wrote in his diary, lamenting the ease of retirement. [The sinister and cunning Eli surveyed the empire's landscape, pondering, as if plotting one cruel plan after another to achieve his unparalleled ambitions.] "As you can see, I can still hear the narration, but it always slanders me." Eli rubbed his brow in distress, closed his diary, and waved to the...

"I think humans are actually quite complicated. When I first drove those evil gods back to the warp, many people supported me. Later, they said that I was looking too high and too far, and that I could stop and rest for a while. Many of my defeated opponents said that even if I defeated all opponents and enemies, whether tangible or intangible, I would eventually be defeated by time.

But it doesn't matter, time will prove me right."

Humans have been dragged down by monsters and demons since the First Crusade, and history, this fully-insured semi-trailer, has been running rampant ever since

." You mean, everything in heaven and hell is evil gods of the warp, so why not go on the field yourself? "

What should Neos do in the face of this group of diehard psychic lunatics on the stake? Only:

"Okay, listen up heretics,

wait until I become emperor, I will formulate a new burning method!

Those who believe in evil gods will be burned

, those who use faith to cheat people of their wealth will be burned , and

those who do not believe in humanity will be burned."

"Are you human?"

"I'm not a god! You will go to the stake too!"

"Damn it, you tyrant, what's the difference between you and our church!"

"Oh my God, gentlemen! This diehard actually realized his sins, he can't be burned, he must be pulled out as an example - hang him up and whip him with a copper-headed leather belt!"