Everyone thought that I was a cripple who guarded the tomb, living on the charity of noble lords.
But they don't know that the undead souls in the entire royal cemetery are my "energy packs".
For ten years, my daily job has been to "clean up the garbage" - to purify those restless souls, then absorb their power, and strengthen my right hand that can release the holy light.
I kept this secret very well, until that day, the new "genius" Black Iron Monk from the Holy Light Church came with great fanfare to purify the most haunted prince's tomb.
The nobles cheered and supported, and the bishop also came to the scene in person.
The genius monk chanted the incantation for a long time that day, but before the holy light even came out, it angered the century-old Earthbound Demon inside, and the evil wind swept half of the cemetery in an instant.
Just when everyone panicked and thought they were going to die.
I sighed silently and put down the broom in my hand.
In front of all of them, I just stretched out my remaining right hand and gently shook it in the direction of the tomb.
Ten thousand feet of holy light soared into the sky, tearing apart the night. The arrogant Earthbinder didn't even have time to cry out, but turned into the purest ray of light at my fingertips.
The whole place was dead silent.
