From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 223 Dalit's Method of Revenge
Wutian's departure did not actually prevent Baiyang from continuing to observe the people of this country.

Even if Buddhism, or rather, the demonic Buddha, is bound to unfold in this country, there can never be only one such unfolding.

This country is too big. Unlike America, where the population is concentrated in urban areas and sparsely populated in rural areas, India, with only three million square kilometers of land, is crammed with 15 billion people. The population density is astonishing!
Moreover, the believers in this land are of such high quality that, although they are ignorant, chaotic and disorderly, they are indeed very "devout".

This piety stems from thousands of years of domestication and teaching, from the humility and lowliness in their bones. But as long as it is a culture, it will be rooted in the heart of the people. So there should be more than one faith here!
“This country has enough population to support multiple different religious sects. Their current unification is still a bit too urbanized!” Bai Yang said casually.

He had no intention of abandoning the massive Hindu population, but he still decided to destroy the "fulcrum" in their hearts. He wanted to bring the Brahmins' higher faith down to earth and cause a resurgence of faith in this country!

He didn't think the country's system was right, and he resented this almost cruel hierarchical system of distribution. This oppressive belief was rife with toxicity.

What he needs is a healthy faith and a will that can be truly put into practice, so he wants to transform this country in his own way!
Wutian is one of his methods of transformation. This "demon Buddha," who is already lawless, will grow and gather believers here, but he will not settle here. His true goal is the current Buddhist paradise—the Southeast Asian countries.

After all, if Wutian doesn't fight Buddha, is he still Wutian?

But that's a story for later.

Moreover, as the ancestral temple of Buddhism, it would be too boring if there were no monks here.

Now, Bai Yang suddenly realized that the family in front of him was not the kind of family he thought was "without any fighting spirit," nor were they the kind of people who were simply numb and apathetic from the bottom of society.

On the contrary, this family has a fighting spirit!

After the family completed the dismemberment of the body, they returned it and received 300 rupees in return, which they used to buy food for the day.

Then, after finishing the largest portion of food, Jari Moore Covind made an excuse to go out and find work, and hurriedly left home.

Only then could Bai Yang feel the anger, dissatisfaction, and hatred in his heart!

“Father… I have no choice, I have to support my family… Please forgive me, I have taken your sins upon myself, you will surely be reborn as a Brahmin! I hope you will bless me!”

His deep prayers rang in Bai Yang's ears, giving Bai Yang a general idea of ​​what the other person was thinking.

The information about this man, once it appeared in Bai Yang's eyes, gave him a deeper understanding of the complexities of this world:
Jari was a Dalit, as was his father, but the difference was that he was an educated Dalit.

That was the best of times for Calcutta. At that time, in order to prove to the international community that they had indeed abandoned the caste system, they specifically opened schools and factories for the Dalits, letting other countries know that they had indeed completed the transformation.

It was through this opportunity that Jari attended school for two years, acquiring a level of "culture" rarely seen in Dalits, and even at one point felt he had the chance to transcend his class...

Unfortunately, all the tuition fees his parents worked so hard to pay for him, and all the effort he put into his studies, only resulted in a beating and a "switching identity document."

His exam results became the key to the principal's deal with the Brahman family, and he didn't even receive compensation, only imprisonment and beatings from family members.

Those people used this method to warn him that he could not resist, could not expose himself, and could only silently endure it.

Some even told him that this was a "gift," because if he hadn't been smart enough, everyone in his family would have been corpses in the Ganges long ago.

He went to the police station and, through his humiliating kneeling and signing of a treaty, exchanged his family members' lives for his own. Even so, he lost his house and his family was driven out of the area.

Thus, this man, who originally had some other thoughts, lost all the light in his life and became a member of the slums of Kolkata.

He no longer dreams of changing his identity or going abroad; he only thinks about surviving, sending his parents away, and then sending himself away. Just surviving is enough!
After all, suffering is only for this life; it shouldn't be in the next life, right?

Dalit was a firm believer in Hinduism, Shiva, and the afterlife.

In essence, what else can they do besides believe?

They have no choice but to believe, because if they believe, there is still hope; if they don't believe, there is truly nothing left!

Just like this dark-skinned man with a vacant look in his eyes right now. Jiali felt an intense hatred; when he first heard the news, he wanted nothing more than to chop all those people to pieces!

That was his father. He spent so much money to barely get his father's body into that crematorium, just so he could have a dignified end.

As Dalit, he truly went bankrupt to do this, and couldn't even afford his meals for the day.

But now, everything he had done had vanished in the face of his father's corpse. The cruel reality was telling him that even though he had made so many preparations, just because he was Dalit, those people dared to steal from him right in front of him!

These damned Shudras deceive themselves by claiming it's an evil spirit; they clearly just want to squeeze the last of their family's money out of them!
Those damned Vaishyas, knowing full well that it's a corpse, still want to buy it; they are blaspheming God!
These businessmen even transported the bodies to the factory by car. If they hadn't run out of money and gone looking for corpses to work with in exchange for cash, they might never have discovered it.

"I can't cry, I can't get angry, I can't speak out to retaliate, and I can't tell anyone about this!" he told himself.

Because as long as he says it, does it, or even just thinks about it, if he has a resentful expression on his face, it's unacceptable!

They are Dalits, and they cannot have any other thoughts about people of higher castes; even thinking about it is a sin!
If anyone had even the slightest suspicion, Jiali's entire family would be killed. That was a lesson Jiali learned as a child when someone came to his door and threatened him with a knife.

Those Brahmins won't care about your grievances; they'll only kill your whole family because you're untouchables!
Jalil ran all the way to the Ganges River and plunged into the water. Only in the Ganges could he cry, wipe away his tears, and vent his emotions.

The Ganges in October is not exactly freezing cold, but it's not exactly warm either. Even in Kolkata, Jalil was shivering from the cold.

To outsiders, he was an incredibly devout believer, for only such devotion could allow him to endure such suffering.

But Jari himself knew that it wasn't piety, but hatred!

He used the smell of the Ganges River; the complex, pungent odor made his mind incredibly clear.

Why did he suppress his emotions? Why did he conceal his whereabouts? Because he really wanted revenge!

He's been to school, he knows right from wrong, and he's not as numb as his fellow Dalits, so he's going to make his move tonight!
Therefore, under the watchful eyes of many people on the riverbank, Jari continued walking into the river until the water submerged his body, and he never came out.

The people by the river didn't look at him closely; they glanced at him twice and then lowered their heads.

Another person obsessed with the Ganges River bubbles; it won't be long before we see another new corpse on the river.

No one knew that he had already taken a sharpened bone knife, swam out of the water, and quietly went ashore in a place known only to him.

The revenge of the lower class is so simple and cruel. Because they cannot reveal their identities, their revenge is all the more direct.

Seeing the man's actions, Alvin, who was standing with Bai Yang on the riverbank, exclaimed, "With such a mindset and way of thinking, he might have succeeded long ago in other countries, but in this country, he is still a nobody."

Bai Yang nodded slightly, "Yes, that's the magical part. He painstakingly sought an opportunity for revenge, even burying himself in the water to prove he didn't have time for retaliation... But he didn't know that those people had already come to his home!"

In Bai Yang's eyes, Jia Li's house was surrounded by a group of people with knives.

The leader was the same group that had extorted money from their family during the day—a group mainly composed of crematorium employees.

These people were gathered there, listening to someone say, "This Dalit family has six members, both men and women, which meets our requirements for corpses!"

“$500 per corpse, that’s the price offered by international buyers. As long as we kill them, that money is ours!”

"They're just a bunch of Dalits, nobody knows about this!"

Upon hearing this, a glint of light appeared in everyone's eyes!

That was a light called greed!
(End of this chapter)