JOJO, The Escape from Real Diavolo

Chapter 17 Satan and Jesus

Palermo, the capital of Palermo, is an ancient city with a history of nearly 3000 years. It features Greek columns, Byzantine mosaics, Moorish windows, Norman architectural styles, and Spanish Baroque decorations. Because it was occupied by different countries, cultural elements from different countries collided and blended, creating its unique and chaotic cultural charm.

Of course, Chen Miaowen knew none of this. He only knew that the building in front of him was called Palermo Cathedral, a magnificent building in the capital city. Its profound beauty and luxury were unmatched by any hotel. He could easily imagine that hundreds of billions of lira might be hidden in one of the bricks in this place.

"Heh, how much weight can those tens of billions actually carry for the church?"

"Sir, my work is done."

The hired pilot was about fifty or sixty years old. His name was Yefeng Yemen. He was a middle-aged man with white hair and bright blue eyes. He was calm and handsome, and his demeanor was very elegant. His operation of the helicopter was smooth and flawless.

If Theresa had been there to observe this old man's skills, she would have been absolutely astonished.

So professional! How can there be such a professional pilot!

"Okay, the payment is in this envelope. You can leave now."

The old man took it, bowed slightly, and disappeared.

After looking around and confirming that no one was following him, Chen Miaowen pushed open the church door.

In his memory, before fully entering the church, he had to nod to the priest standing on the central platform. The priest would then allow him to enter the church to receive the baptism of the Virgin Mary or to attend a gathering, including prayer and hymns, to offer praise and thanksgiving to God, and to seek guidance and strength, etc.

After the priest delivers his sermon and concludes part of the ceremony, the parishioners in the church can visit Palermo's magnificent and iconic buildings, but of course, they can only look at them and not touch them.

"Do you renounce Satan? I renounce him, including all his deeds and hypocrisy!"

Although it was late at night, there were still quite a few people seated in the church to receive baptism.

At the very back of the church, a priest stands on the steps, and behind him is a sculpture about seven or eight meters tall, with his hands nailed to a cross—that is Jesus.

"I believe in God!"

"I believe in God."

Chen Miaowen clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and whispered a sentence. After finishing the sentence, he opened his eyes and slowly walked into the hall.

Undoubtedly, his actions were not stopped, and his methods were endorsed.

The priest on the platform seemed very pleased, happy to have the believers join him, and he cheered loudly:

"I believe in God, the Almighty Father, the Creator of all things!"

The baptists below the stage shouted in unison, and no one paid any attention to Chen Miaowen, who had just taken his seat.

Chen Miaowen naturally had no interest in joining in their commotion. He simply observed the magnificent marble floor of the church and counted the positions where the NPCs were sitting.

The church seats were not long wooden tables, but individual small stools and chairs, arranged symmetrically and neatly. Under the stone bricks of one of the stools, Chen Miaowen's billions of assets were hidden.

"The fifth seat in the tenth row of the fourth column."

He quickly found the crucial brick, a brick that showed no signs of fouling whether viewed up close or from afar, but was now being trampled under someone's feet.

He quietly moved to a spot where he could observe the crowd and sat down, waiting patiently for them to leave.

"..."

May God bless you!

Chen Miaowen was glad that he had arrived at the right time, just as the priest's baptism was about to end a few minutes later.

However, the baptists did not visit the magnificent church. Instead, they lined up and left the church one after another, expressionless and silent.

Soon, only two baptists and a priest were sitting in the church, including Chen Miaowen and a blond child.

The priest spoke first to the child, because the child was beautiful and dressed in elegant clothes, making it hard not to attract attention.

"Child, is there some problem you're facing? Why not go on the tour or leave?"

"Father... I just want to know, what exactly is the relationship between Satan and Jesus? Aren't they both gods? Why is it wrong to believe in Satan?"

"Haha, child, you must be troubled by something, so you come up with this kind of question to try to distract yourself. It's okay, I will sincerely tell you their stories, and I hope you can tell me your own confusion. I will answer everything for you..."

Like an old man coaxing a child, the priest knelt down in front of the boy, took his hand, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes. Chen Miaowen observed him closely.

He was two people away, only three or four seats away, but unfortunately, the child's seat was in the fourth row, eleventh seat, the fifth seat, where the priest was squatting down in front of him, and his feet were right on that stone brick.

"My child, Jesus is the Son of God, who came into the world in the flesh, suffered and died, and was resurrected to become God! His great mission was to redeem mankind; he is undoubtedly the Savior... the most perfect God!"

"But Satan, he is the devil! He is the embodiment of evil and depravity, a friend of the devil, and an enemy of mankind!..."

"They are sworn enemies, irreconcilable adversaries, but Satan only has the favor of demons, while Jesus has the sublime faith of humankind!"

"Satan cannot defeat Jesus!"

A string of dry, subjective evaluations kept flowing from the priest's mouth. Regardless of whether the little boy got a satisfactory answer, Chen Miaowen, who was behind him, couldn't help but laugh.

"So, is Satan... necessarily evil, Father?"

"No, he's not just bad, he's evil, unimaginably evil, a hundred times worse than bad!"

The priest practically denigrated Satan from beginning to end, as if he would grit his teeth and criticize Satan without fear of death or mercy if Satan were to descend upon him.

Chen Miaowen couldn't listen to this any longer. He stood up and decided to leave the church first, or wait in the only confessional room behind them until they left, and then retrieve his belongings.

Outside the window, it was a summer night, the moonlight bright and clear, shining on the sea and the church, creating a peaceful and serene atmosphere.

"Child... Aa ...

However, this tranquility was broken.

It was the priest; he suddenly roared, successfully attracting Chen Miaowen's attention.

He turned his head and saw that the priest, who had been half-squatting on the ground, had fallen down and was even swinging his legs on the ground, but one of his hands seemed unable to move. After seeing his situation clearly, Chen Miaowen discovered that his right hand was inexplicably nailed to the ground, and what was nailed through him was a screw the size of a palm.

"Father, if you like Jesus so much, how about I let you experience what it's like to be God after Jesus' death?"