My Substitute CEO Bride (Nash Calicraft) novel Chapter 2673

"I'm a sinner, an unforgivable sinner. That's how I feel. I was actually planning to end my own life the night I gained power. But my sister stopped me..." Wrendell explained.

At that moment, Reese swung his fist again, striking Wrendell in the face. Wrendell was once more protected by true energy.

With a grim expression, Reese said, "See that? This is your sister's will."

Wrendell looked at the true energy enveloping his body. Reese then retracted his fist and stood in front of Wrendell, saying, "Human beings are truly fascinating, especially after they die."

"After death?"

Reese nodded. "Isn't there an old saying? If you haven't done anything wrong, you shouldn't be afraid of ghosts. Wrendell, the human soul is pure after death. The feelings they experienced back when their bodies were still alive get amplified countless times. Be it happiness or anger, these feelings are magnified.

"This is part of the cause and effect. If what you did truly can't be forgiven by your sister or other deceased people, then why is your sister still protecting you?"

Upon hearing this, Wrendell stood frozen. He had never considered this question, nor did he know why his sister had always remained by his side.

Reese continued, "This is a kind of obsession after death—regret, resentment, however you want to put it. These are things they can't let go of. In other words, your sister still can't let go of you, but that isn't out of hatred; it's out of protection.

"So, do you still think you're a sinner who can't be forgiven?"

Reese persistently guided Wrendell, fully aware that if he continued to ignore this guy, Wrendell would undoubtedly fall into another extreme.

Although he and Wrendell were not familiar and even had some friction in the beginning, it did not matter to Reese. In his eyes, he was merely doing what a disciple of the Swift Martial Sect should do.

All suffering should be endured, and all beings had to be helped. This had always been Reese's steadfast belief.

Wrendell lowered his head. He certainly knew his sister was protecting him. Yet he still could not forgive himself. At least, his inner self was still continually denying his existence.

Seeing Wrendell still hesitant, Reese said, "In that case, let me teach you a method."

"Exactly. There's a church in the East District of the Northern Territory that does this every so often. They set out from the church without a single cent, walking thousands of miles and knocking on doors everywhere.

"They don't collect money. They do it to beg for alms, experiencing hardship while honing themselves through suffering."

Wrendell seemed confused. "But why? What's the point of enduring so much suffering?"

Reese clarified, "We believe that the suffering in the human world has a quantity. Of course, suffering is suffering; it's certainly not a necessary condition for honing oneself.

"We endure suffering to lessen the suffering of others. That's what we believe in—the theory of quantifying suffering."

Hearing this, Wrendell felt a wave of emotion.

At that moment, Reese extended an invitation. "So, if you still can't forgive yourself, how about enduring a bit more suffering?"