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"There are… so many people?"

Looking at the pairs of eyes with different colors in their eyes, which were glittering with 'anticipation', as if they were thousands of scorching hands that were trying to lift him to the altar, Gus felt that it was a lifetime ago.

Just three months ago, he had been a nobody in the northern town who had been bullied and ridiculed, a light dust that was dancing in the wind, and a chess piece that nobody knew how he was born and why he was fighting.

But right now, so many people believed from the bottom of their hearts that he was the 'Holy Son' who could save the world and lead them to the meaning of survival and fighting.

Was he really as clear as they expected him to be? What kind of mission was he on exactly, and where was he going?

Gus bit his lips hard and swallowed his confusion and helplessness.

With a wave of his arm, the young man led the desperate believers of the Burning Sun Tribe forward resolutely.