All-Heavens Game, the Strongest Player

Chapter 39: Praise the name of my God and gain my liberation!
Wang Erniu was an ordinary laborer at the blast furnace steel plant in Tiangong City!
In this era when powerful families controlled the world, he didn't even have a formal name or courtesy name. He was simply called Wang Erniu because his surname was Wang and his childhood name was Erniu.

He was very young, only seventeen years old, which would mean he probably hadn't even finished high school by nowadays.

But Wang Erniu's life was already more than half over: he was just a lowly laborer who drank two meals of thin porridge a day and had to get up before dawn and rest late at night.

If you get sick, you have to tough it out; if you get injured, you can't just rest; and if you work too slowly, you'll get beaten up.

There were no wages; keeping him alive was the reward.

In this situation, the vast majority of people do not live past thirty. Twice the age of seventeen is thirty-four. Neither his father nor his grandfather lived that long!

He is suffering greatly.

His birth seemed destined to make him a beast of burden for others!

Wang Erniu, who had never received an education and was surrounded by people in the same situation, was unaware of how bitter his life was, because he had never tasted sweetness.

He was just a walking corpse.

Until six months ago, a ray of light shone into his dark life: his wife, who was of humble origins like him, was ugly and burly, and became pregnant with his child!

However, on the eve of his child's birth, he was conscripted.

Now that the child has been born, he has never seen him, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he will never see his wife and child again in his life.

These were the lowest-level laborers of the old era.

"I really want to know if the baby is a boy or a girl!"

Late at night, Wang Erniu lay on the straw mat, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep, his mind filled with thoughts of his child.

It was at this moment that he suddenly remembered a legend he had heard during the day.

It is said that Yuzhou was the territory of Chu Xiu, the "Southern Heavenly God King".

The God-King has mercy on mankind. If one recites His name when encountering suffering, prays sincerely in one's heart, and offers one's soul to the God-King, one can receive the God-King's favor.

He doesn't know whether it's true or not.

Even if there's only a sliver of a possibility that it's true, it still changes the situation from having absolutely no hope to having a glimmer of hope.

It was in despair that hope arose.

Therefore, he prayed fervently in his heart: "I, Wang Erniu, am willing to give everything to the God King, only asking that the God King have pity and tell me whether my child is a boy or a girl!"

He did not make any requests such as asking to be rescued.

Because they've never experienced sweetness, they have no idea how to escape bitterness.

Deep down, he even thought that the God-King might not respond to him at all, and even if he did, it would only be to "important figures" like the overseer.
However, to Wang Erniu's surprise, as soon as he began to pray, a voice rang in his mind.

"Your child will be named Wang Duzi."

Upon hearing this, Wang Erniu was taken aback at first, then a happy smile appeared on his face. Before leaving home, he had told his wife that if the child was a boy, he would call him "Duzi" (犊子), and if it was a girl, she would call her "Ya'er" (丫儿).

The child's name is Wang Duzi, which means it's a boy.

"I, Erniu, have an heir!"

At this point, Wang Erniu had no more regrets. He silently said in his heart, "Thank you, God King. I will die now and give my life to the God King!"

But the next moment, a voice echoed in my mind: "No!"

"What's wrong?"

“Only a living life has value!” Chu Xiu replied remotely. Then he continued, “Don’t you want to see your child with your own eyes? Don’t you want to see your wife again? You’re only seventeen. Don’t you want to live to seventy, watch your son get married and have children, hear your son call you ‘Dad’ and your grandson call you ‘Grandpa’?”

Have you ever eaten meat?

"Do you know that people can live without pickled vegetables? Do you know how delicious it is to add salt to vegetables with oil and diced meat, and eat them with fragrant steamed buns?" "The grain produced in Yuzhou every year is enough to feed all the people of Yuzhou for three years, so why can't you eat your fill?"

Who took away your food rations?

"From this day forward, I bestow upon you the name 'Dolph,' and from now on you will be called Wang Dorf, with the courtesy name 'Teller.' You are my first believer on earth!"

After some persuasion, Wang Erniu finally awakened and became Wang Teler.

"I obey the command of the God-King. I will reclaim my own food rations and take them back to feed my wife and children. I will live to be seventy-one!"

At the same time, other people suffering greatly prayed to Chu Xiu.

He selected the suitable ones and, in a manner that appeared to be divine response, quickly created Wu Sheng, Chen Guang, Zhang Shou, Zhao Jiao, and so on. In just a few days, the "Southern Heavenly Cult," a sect where members did not know each other's identities and everyone directly connected with the "god," was born!
This is the new passive application of Marquis Wu that Chu Xiu has developed recently.

The core principle is: those who pray remotely and are willing to dedicate everything to him, in terms of skill judgment, belong to his subordinates and can benefit from the passive buff of Wuhou.

And as long as he gets the passive attack, he can respond.

This constitutes a perfect "prayer and response," making him not a true god, yet already better than a true god!

Of course, all of this is predicated on being within the passive range of his Martial Lord's influence.

However, Chu Xiu's current mental attribute is as high as 200 points, and his passive radius is 200 kilometers, or more than 400 li, which is enough to radiate from Yanzhou to most of Yuzhou.

Tiangong City is located at the junction of Yanzhou, Yuzhou, and Xuzhou, so it is naturally within the area.

"Prepare a batch of dry rations and dried meat, and distribute them to the locations I designate!" Chu Xiu turned to Jia Xu and said, "About ten thousand people, divided into ten thousand portions."

Jia Xu, upon hearing this, was speechless.

With such a large quantity, do you think Yuan Shu's side is blind?

"Grand Preceptor, while rewarding subordinates may enhance their loyalty, exposing them for it is a losing proposition," Jia Xu advised.

But upon hearing this, Chu Xiu couldn't help but sigh.

“But if I don’t send them food, many people will starve to death! I will not only send them food, but also medicine. I will not let the people who follow me continue to suffer the hardships they should not have to endure!”

"But this will expose us!"

"No!" Chu Xiu shook his head and said, "Of the 50,000 laborers in Tiangong City, more than 10,000 are now my men. They don't know each other's identities and supervise and clean up after each other. You just need to make sure the food is prepared. I won't let my men go hungry in my Tiangong City!"

Jia Xu: “???”

Wait, isn't Tiangong City owned by Yuan Shu and Shen Tianci?

But upon closer reflection, in just a few days, 10,000 of the 50,000 laborers have become Chu Xiu's men. Given time, what will become of Tiangong City?
“This is a matter of great importance; we must consult with our lord,” Jia Xu said.

"go together!"

The two quickly found Cao Cao.

Upon hearing that there were already tens of thousands of spies, Cao Cao was dumbfounded, because at this time he only had about 10,000 troops, of which no more than 5,000 were elite.

And then, he was immediately troubled.

"It's true that tomb raiding can supplement military supplies, but such a large quantity, and the need for continuous supply, means that even if you have the money, it's very difficult to buy!"

He wasn't refusing, but rather genuinely struggling with the decision.

"How can we get it?"

"There is only one way: to take Xuzhou, a fertile land of thousands of miles, a strategic location that is the most important place for military strategists to fight over!"

(End of this chapter)