From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 224 Wrath Descends from the Sky, It Is the Asura!

Jerry, of course, was unaware of this. He was currently holding a knife and slowly making his way through the water toward the crematorium.

The river water was icy cold and foul-smelling, and his body trembled uncontrollably, but nothing could stop his determination to take revenge. At the very least... at the very least, he wanted to make those who stole his father's corpse see blood!

That's what Jiali thought, and that's what he did.

He was soaking wet as he climbed up from the banks of the Ganges, bypassing the still-burning bonfires and the people still praying by the river, and under the cover of night, he entered the crematorium.

During the day, before he left, he observed these people, knew where they came from, and was certain that they lived in the crematorium.

Because this is Kolkata, a city where land is incredibly valuable, these people, who are mostly of the Shudra class, certainly can't afford to buy houses, so they can only live here.

Jerry had calculated every step perfectly. He had even located the "shacks" where these people lived. Once he found the people inside, he could take action!
These people are so late, they should be asleep by now, right?

With that thought in mind, Jia Li dodged the two men who were getting up in the middle of the night, approached the shed, and his hands, veins bulging, clearly prepared to kill.

Then, he came up empty-handed.

He observed very carefully during the day, and these people did indeed live in this shack. Jiali knew all of this, and he even saw a photo of one of them by his bedside.

But at least for now, these people aren't in the shacks, so his trip was in vain.

Jiali stood in the room, lost and bewildered, not knowing what to do. His revenge had been fueled by a burst of anger, but now that anger had dissipated, and he suddenly felt a sense of panic.

So, Jiali, carrying his knife, returned the way he came.

Perhaps he will never have the courage to carry out such a meticulously planned murder a second time in his life.

More than an hour later, Jerry climbed out of the place where he had disappeared. He hid the bone knife in a pile of rocks in the river, and he was exhausted and ready to go back to rest.

"Shiva, do you think that what I'm doing is wrong?"

Having constantly invoked the gods, even those who didn't believe in them now do. Jiali felt this might be the gods' way of telling him that such revenge was wrong.

They, the Dalits, are the most numerous among those who engage in this kind of ascetic practice, and in their next life, they will surely be cleansed of their karma and usher in the happiest moment!

Using such words, Jiali numbed his mind and guided his understanding, gradually leading him to his home.

The house was dark and the lights were off, which didn't surprise Jerry. Even if it was electricity, even if it was stolen, it would still cost money in this slum.

Those gangs that rely on the high caste will squeeze every drop of blood and sweat, every penny, from the poor people here. They want to collect taxes, and here, these gangs are the most ruthless tax supervisors!

But as Jia Li approached, the still silence in his home suddenly filled him with fear.

This is not right. It's impossible for everyone in the family to be asleep. His wife and mother should be taking turns keeping watch. Now that he's here, they should have seen him by the moonlight and come out to greet him!

"Hmph!" Jiali snorted coldly. It seemed someone was asleep. He would have to have a good talk with that person during the day.

So he pushed open the door and entered his house, which was built of planks and mud.

Ordinary Dalits wouldn't even have tin houses, because iron can be sold for money, it's that simple.

"Mother, I'm back!" Jiali called out habitually, but the stench of blood in the air startled him.
Then, he opened the door and, by the moonlight, saw the scene inside!
The once tidy little shack has been turned into a place that resembles a garbage dump, and the beds they had painstakingly put together have been torn apart.

Many old pieces of cloth and messy clothes were thrown on the ground, and the bottles and jars in the house were smashed everywhere.

But that wasn't what terrified Jerry the most. What terrified him was that no one was home!
His mother, wife, and three children are all gone!
Only the strong smell of blood still lingered in the air, telling him that this was an ominous event!
"Ah!" This incredibly strong man broke down in an instant. Just a day ago, he lost his father, and today he personally dismembered his father's body in order to get some food to fill his stomach.

As a result, while he was out seeking revenge, his home was also destroyed, and the smell of blood told him that his entire family was probably gone.

Who wouldn't break down in this situation?
But his desperate cries for help did not elicit any pity from those around him, only the familiar shouts and curses from his fellow Dalit neighbors.

Everyone around him was fine, only his family was in trouble. Jiali wanted to go and ask, but after standing up, he gave up the idea. He knew without asking that they definitely wouldn't say anything, just like him; if someone asked him, he wouldn't say anything either.

This is Dalit's philosophy of survival: by not speaking, not listening, not seeing, and not doing, one can live longer.

As for those who seem smart, their entire families have long been killed.

But Jerry's howling didn't last long; soon, the sound of two people talking could be heard outside:
"Hey, Batel, I knew this guy would come back! See, we waited for him, didn't we?"

"Yes, you're right. The last body has arrived, and we can report back!"

Their words reached Jerry's ears, and the two men appeared before him.

"What are you looking at? You lowly commoner!" Seeing Jiali's indifferent and hostile gaze, two men approached with knives. "Didn't find them? No problem, we'll send you to be reincarnated with them right away!"

The two villains revealed their faces in the moonlight, just as ferocious as they were during the day, which made Jerry realize what was happening in an instant!
It's them, it's them! These are the people who stole his father's body, and now they've come back!

From what they're saying, it seems they came here and killed their own family members?

And now, these two are coming to kill me?
Jiali felt an indescribable surge of blood rushing from his body to his brain, instantly extinguishing his reason and making him want to rush forward and fight the other party to the death!

That body, hard-working, dirty, and arduous for years, harbors a terrifying power. If he can rush to the other side, he can take them down!
"Get out!" The leader kicked Jiali away with just one kick.

He was too thin and small. Years of hard labor had left him less than 1.6 meters tall. The fatigue from the long swim left him with no extra strength to dodge, and he could only be kicked to the ground, watching the two murderers walk towards him.

"That's more like it. As a lowly commoner, wouldn't it be better to just stay here and wait to die? You don't really think that winning will lead to anything, do you?"

The leader of the group patted Jia Li's face with his knife and said, "Even if you resist, even if you try to escape, you will still die!"

"You are a lowly person, you were born to be our slaves. It is our mercy that you have lived this long!"

This man, who grovels before those of higher castes, displays his pride and indulgence to the fullest extent before those of lower castes!

Jiali's eyes were filled with anger and his heart with sorrow, yet he knew the other person was right.

The untouchables have no human rights; they cannot run away or resist because the higher castes do not allow them to do so. If they did, how could the higher castes rule over them?
Therefore, every rebellious outcast will be subjected to the most cruel punishments, in order to deter other outcasts of the same class.

"Alright, they're pressuring us, so I won't say any more. Let's get going!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry closed his eyes. Anger almost burned away his spirit, but physical exhaustion and mental shackles prevented him from even having the will to resist.

Sure enough, even the gods have abandoned Dalit, haven't they?
Watching this scene unfold, Bai Yang slowly snapped his fingers, "Snap!"

He watched this family die without reacting, because in this slum, at the same time, four families were dying, each in a different way.

Only at times like these can he truly understand what the term "cesspool" really means when he first learned about this country.

In this country, no matter how bizarre or fantastical something may seem, it appears quite normal. The idea of ​​killing an entire family is never just a threat; it's a reality.

In particular, the higher castes have the power to take whatever they want from the lower castes, and to decide their life and death!

“But that’s not right. You all believe in the afterlife, so how can you entrust your faith in this life to me?”

Bai Yang said, and a stream of energy, intertwined with divine power and willpower, poured out and came into Jia Li's body.

"Now, it all depends on whether you have the will to fight with everything, even to the point of giving up everything. If you do, I'll let you live! If you don't, and you're numb and indifferent, you might as well be dead!"

"As everyone knows, the opposite of the gods is the Asura! Battle and desire are their legendary hallmarks; when wrath descends from the heavens, that is the Asura!"

(End of this chapter)