From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 463 The Pain of the Old Era
On top of the golden retriever's head, Alvin stood with a smile, releasing his hand from the other's head.

"Your Majesty is right. We need to inspire them with some ambition so that the spread of faith in this world will be more intense. Otherwise, if the leaders of these countries are just slacking off, how can we get the people moving?"

Yes, this change was certainly not because Jinmao suddenly realized he wanted to continue being patriotic, but rather because Bai Yang provided him with guidance in his thinking.

Otherwise, America, the world's largest superpower, would have been forced to lie flat due to an extraordinary crisis, and the world would have lost so much fun!

“But this country is really getting better, which is a very gratifying thing…” Alvin also found it very interesting.

Looking at everything in this country, he could clearly see that during the time they were away, the lives of ordinary people were getting better.

Capital, which squeezes the living space of ordinary people, is forcibly blocked by extraordinary and tyrannical intervention.

This was exactly what Bai Yang was pursuing.

This may seem a little puzzling, but Bai Yang is the person in the world who most desires "world peace." After all, only population growth can bring about an increase in the power of will, so every person is the most precious resource.

Everything he does in this world—the extraordinary arrival of gods, the appearance of deities, the rewards and punishments for good and evil, the clear boundaries—seems to be cultivating a privileged class. Yet, through divine means and the authority of a creator, he is also shaping the low-pressure environment that belongs to this world.

The extraordinary individuals almost all belong to cults, and as a believer of God, what are you going to do to God's flock?

Just that one sentence is enough to make most people hesitate to act rashly.

It's actually quite simple to do, because all you need to do is treat ordinary people as human beings.

This is difficult to do because, in America, in Europe, and in Asia, there are actually not many countries where high-ranking officials truly treat ordinary people as human beings.

In a world ruled by capital, anyone who cannot increase their capital is considered a resource, a raw material to be exploited.

This is why, even in countries with high welfare levels, there are ordinary people who go hungry. European countries are better off because they have welfare systems, and ordinary people can barely survive.

America's welfare system is more like another layer of exploitation; selling blood, school lunch loans, and even rainwater taxes have become daily burdens for the people.

Capital exploits ordinary people to the bone, thereby continuously creating homeless people to satisfy its greed at low cost.

But now, such a thing is unlikely to happen, because the overseers are no longer government officials who collude with capital, but have become gods.

"Alvin, what are you laughing at?" Bai Yang's words came at the right time, making Alvin's expression turn serious. "Your Majesty, I'm looking at our future wish pool!"

Bai Yang chuckled as he passed by Alvin.

Although they were still in the White House, what they saw was the incredibly vibrant source of the nation's willpower, the willpower of the most basic white population, which was continuously flowing into them.

On this land, those who should have suffered and died in hardship finally found a way to survive.

All of this stems from the Papacy, which has become exceptionally different under Angus's transformation!

"Let's go then, let's see together this country that has become different under the extraordinary transformation!"

"Your will, Your Majesty!"

America's vows and the nascent form of Christian vows are the true foundation of Bai Yang's power in this world, and he will naturally pay attention to them. Now that things in Great Britain have come to a temporary end, he needs to return here to continue consolidating his own base.

The quality of life for the people here is directly related to the stability of the most fundamental aspect of the willpower.

And tonight happens to be Halloween.

……

Seattle, an ordinary Catholic community. Yang Si is a rare Chinese person in this community. Because he has lived here for many years, he has become one of the residents and one of the few outsiders who can live in this traditional community.

Because he runs a restaurant, he is relatively well-off and content with his modest wealth. Therefore, this year, for Halloween, he opened his door early, laid out candy, and waited for children to come and ask for it.

Trick-or-treating on Halloween is a very classic and ancient Christian custom, and it was the happiest time for children during America's golden age.

They would dress up as various ghosts and monsters and go to people's doorsteps asking for candy. In return, each household would put up pumpkin lanterns and offer candy to reward these children.

This should have been a happy occasion, but Yang Si wasn't quite happy—he was a little afraid that this year would be like last year.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man seemed a little melancholy. He remembered last year's Halloween, when he, as usual, took out candy and distributed it to the children.

That year, he didn't give out the candy, and the first kids who came set their sights on the hamburger he was half-eaten.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to part with the hamburgers, but he felt a little uneasy. However, the fact that the children were dressed in cheap Halloween costumes and had their eyes fixed on the hamburgers made Yang Si feel very uncomfortable.

As Chinese people, in their traditional view, letting children go hungry is an unbearable thing, so Yang Si ordered takeout and dozens of hamburgers were delivered.

That's when things really got out of control. He was shocked to find that many children from seemingly respectable families in the community were running over to get hamburgers.

Some were four or five years old, some were seven or eight, and some were even teenagers. They were all hungry and not getting enough to eat. Some of them even helped their older brothers carry the food, but their older brothers, who were already in college, were too embarrassed to come and get it.

It was freezing raining in the neighborhood at the time, and it was very cold. The children were dressed very lightly, and their lips were blue from the cold, but their eyes were fixed on the hamburgers, because they were hungry.

Two white families' children even ran out into the rain, letting the rain soak their faces so that no one could tell they were crying. With their faces covered in tears and rain, they came to collect their hamburgers.

These children are not outsiders; they are all children in the community that Yang Si can see. He never imagined that these simple, sincere, loving, and hardworking people in the community would be unable to even provide a meal for the children here.
Such respectable people, such a gentle family, smiling at their neighbors every day, yet they can only send their children, and even themselves, out hungry to "get candy" on Halloween, a time for family celebration.

This feeling made Yang Si very uncomfortable. Although he was a third-generation Chinese and not one of those hopeful people who came into this world after hearing the rhetoric of "the beacon of the world," he still felt that this was not a good thing.

This is a Christian community, everyone is Catholic, they worship devoutly every week, and everyone works hard. I don't know why it has turned out like this.

Later, someone in the community told Yang Si that this was normal. Many people work three jobs just to barely make ends meet, and if they want to eat their fill, they have to sell their blood.

Selling blood isn't something you can do anytime, and the price keeps dropping; you can only sell blood occasionally to feed your child.

Because the government collects more taxes, but the promised benefits have never been delivered.

That's not all. There are still people suffering. The old man next door, a member of the Rifle Association, had to sell his guns, which he had used for most of his life, to pay for his son's medical treatment because his son was sick.

This fifty-year-old white man, who had been a tough guy his whole life, drank and cried like a child before selling the gun.

"Sigh..." Yang Si sighed and stopped thinking about it. He hadn't been having a good time lately either. After all, the country across the sea had ascended to immortality, and people like them no longer had a real spiritual anchor. They were already at a disadvantage in this country.

He went up to look outside again. It seemed even quieter this year. He had prepared dozens of hamburgers because he was worried that some of the children might not have enough to eat. He was genuinely concerned.

Halloween in Seattle was so quiet, eerily quiet, which made Yang Si even more uneasy.

There's no freezing rain this Halloween, but will so many people freeze to death like in previous years? That's not a good omen...

He recalled that many people died outside during last Halloween; countless people froze and starved to death, leaving the city devoid of its former warmth and only a cruel reality.

Yang Si was feeling uneasy, but she didn't see any figures emerging in the darkness...

P.S.: Is Faker really going to win his sixth title? (Ghostly)
(End of this chapter)