Monsters are speechless. He could only struggle and roar under the pressure of the giant hand-like waterfall. Ordinary people can only hear anger from this reaction of his, and perceive an uncontrollable chaos. For the Lightbringer, he could hear despair and the deepest sorrow in his voice.

It is rare for any life to have such extreme feelings, and once such powerful emotional fluctuations can occur, it almost means that a memorable enough story is produced in him. And what kind of story can make this monster react like this? The Lightbringer was intrigued, and driven by this curiosity, he began to delve deeper into the story of the monster.

The memories in the monster's brain are fragmentary, like fragments of broken mirrors, barely able to be pieced together. But when the Lightbringer reached out to the children, with the help of their limited memories, he already had the ability to piece the pieces together. And as he pieced together the pieces he saw little by little, a sad story began to slowly unfold in front of his eyes.

This is the story of a missionary, a missionary of Christ, who holds on to an orphanage.

The story begins with a Christian who has had a tragic experience. He is a mixed-race child with a father he has never met and a mother who has no ability to take care of herself at all. His mother left him when he was very young, and after losing the protection of his parents, he was left to survive on his own. At that time, perhaps fortunately, he met his mentor, an old Christian. And it was under the guidance of that mentor that he joined the family of Christ.

In this part of India, the development of Christ is not going well. And his mentor was not a blind Christian. He believed not so much in God as in the goodness of his heart called God. Yes, he was a kind man, living in poverty and giving everything he had to those who needed his help. Although materially speaking, he is not rich. But on a spiritual level, he is almost equivalent to owning the whole world.

Unfortunately, this did not change the fate of the old Christians. Years of poverty and fatigue caused him to die early. And as his only disciple, the Christian inherited his church and his career.

Christians are not as religious as the old Christians, and they cannot give completely and selflessly for the goodness of their hearts. For a long time, he lived his duty. And in that case, he got married and had children of his own. Sadly, a cholera outbreak took everything he had, and his wife and children died of a sudden illness.

This catastrophe almost completely destroyed his beliefs, and he almost lost hope in his life. He was decadent and depressed. The blow almost tortured him beyond human form. During that time, not to mention being a Christian who kept his duty, even as an alcoholic, he was the dirtiest and most assholed.

He spent his days in a state of confusion, cursing his own God and questioning why fate had tormented him so much. Of course, he couldn't find the answer he wanted to know from that kind of questioning that bordered on gibberish. So he can only continue to sink in this pain and sorrow until he dies out completely, or it is a turning point.

Perhaps fate finally inadvertently probed this pathetic life, and it finally moved its compassion for him. So, a special turning point appeared in his life.

It was a morning after a rainstorm, and Christians who had woken up with a hangover staggered out of their dilapidated churches. When he woke up, he almost subconsciously wanted to get drunk, and just as he pushed open the door of the church, a loud baby cry stopped him.

The voice was almost identical to the one he had when his infant child was born, and it was for this reason that his nerves, which had been poisoned by alcohol for a long time, finally fluttered for the first time in a long time.

He began to search for the source of the sound, and soon he found an abandoned baby in the corner of the church. It was a girl, her dark complexion showed her low origins, and in this hierarchical country, children like her were almost destined to have such a life.

Poverty, embarrassment. If you live in a place where the conditions are harsh and harsh, you may often suffer from hunger and disease. It's something that can't be avoided because that's what this country is and that's how this society is. And it is precisely because of this understanding that Christians will understand why this baby was abandoned here.

The child's parents may really not be able to raise her. Their lives are likely to be poor, and they may have to make great efforts just to support themselves. And they may have had several children before this one. Those little lives waiting to be fed give them not necessarily happiness, but also a huge pressure that they cannot bear. No parent wants to abandon their child if possible. Who would abandon their children if they were not a last resort?

The Christian himself is a father, and he knows how important a child is in the hearts of his parents. So he could understand what it was like for his parents who had abandoned him to deliberately leave this little life in front of the church. They wanted the child to be saved, and when they didn't have the ability to raise him and grow her up, they hoped that these chanting priests, these people who were supposed to be noble people, would be able to give their child a future, a hope to live.

Is this wish excessive? And not too much. But does it work? Christians do not guarantee this. He understands that parents of abandoned babies would want to save their children in this way, but that doesn't mean that he, as a pastor, can do what they dream of.

Christians know very well what they are like. He may have lost even the ability to take care of himself after years of immersion in alcohol anesthesia. There is no difference between he being alive and dead. To raise a delicate baby in such a state of the walking dead. It's simply not possible.

It can be said that at that time, the first reaction of Christians was to give up on the baby, rather than to rekindle the fighting spirit to raise her to adulthood. And just as he was hesitating to send her out, a light shone through the worn glass of the church and hit the cross in the church.

Devout believers will see their gods, their gods, at this time. But the Christian doesn't see that, he sees himself and the teacher who is like a father to him. He knew that his mentor would adopt the child if he lived. Even if it would be a huge burden on him, he would definitely do it. He devoted his life to practicing good intentions, and even in temporary times, he was entrusting Christians to carry on his legacy and be a kind person.

And did he do it? He didn't, his life was a mess, let alone being a noble person who could benefit others, as the old Christians expected. Even if he was a person of some value, he couldn't do it. He didn't have any meaning in living in this world, and he didn't do anything at all that the old Christians expected of him other than to live, to live like a walking corpse.

Is this worthy of the upbringing and teaching of the old Christians? Does it really make sense for him to live like this? The Christian does not dare to think about this question at this time, because he knows that the answer must be painful for him.

At this moment, he realized his mistake, and at this moment he remembered everything that the old Christians had taught him. Looking at the baby in his arms, he began to wake up, and then, he finally regained his faith.

Not the doctrine of God, but the essence of goodness. With faith in his heart, he quit his alcohol addiction and began to devote himself to taking care of the baby. It was the first baby he cared for, but it wasn't the last one he cared for. Regaining his faith in life, he began his new journey in life.

He began to search for those poor children in this cruel land, and using his meager strength, he began to take care of them and raise them to grow up. He turned his church into an orphanage, and he used his labor to raise children who had nothing to do with him at all.

For him, these children are not unrelated to him. They called him father, and it was this father that made him finally understand the meaning of his life in this world. Giving oneself to others, using everything you have to irrigate those beings who are full of futures, is far more joyful and happy than self-defeating and sinking. That kind of spiritual satisfaction is definitely better than all the praise and praise in this world.

From that moment on, he finally understood what his mentor had pursued all his life. And it was from that time that he finally found the meaning that he should pursue in life.

He gave his all to these children, and for him, these orphans he raised were all important in his life. For their sake he can endure all suffering, for their sake he can endure all suffering.

Although life is poor, he is happy and satisfied. Maybe this is what he longed for in his life, to raise these children one by one, and to bring the children who needed his help to him. Use your life to bring them smiles, use everything you have, and shape a future for them.

He believed that by doing so, he would finally be able to leave with a smile one day, and he could proudly face his mentor, his father, in that legendary kingdom of heaven. He thought that his life would be like this, but he did not expect that fate had already ended its mercy on him, and now it was time for it to maliciously mock and play with him.