Dude, my main account is Chaos God?

Finally, he silently shut his mouth, resignedly tore open the packaging, and gritted his teeth to take a bite of the meat in his hand.

Surprisingly, it tasted a bit like starchy sausage with too much tenderizing powder. Although the texture was strange, it was still edible.

"Hehe." Old Wei smiled as he saw him eat it.

"This meat was cut from the heel of the mountain giant. It tastes good, doesn't it? The cuticle is the thickest there, making it the chewiest."

Ye Ren's face froze instantly, and he stopped chewing.

"Hahahaha!" Old Wei couldn't help but burst into laughter when he saw the look on his face that looked like he had eaten shit. His gloom of the past few days seemed to have dissipated quite a bit.

After the laughter subsided, when Lao Wei finished the piece of meat in his hand, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

He suddenly asked:

"Kid, let's talk. Where are you from, and what's your purpose in approaching me?"

Ye Ren's heart skipped a beat, and he met his gaze, asking in return:

"Uncle, what do you mean by that?"

Old Wei leaned forward slightly, and an invisible sense of oppression enveloped him.

At the same time, with a click, the pistol was cocked and the muzzle was pointed at Ye Ren's pupils:

"You're too clean," he said, emphasizing each word. "So clean that I can't see a single flaw in you."

"I've seen at least eighty or a hundred God-forsaken people, and they all bear some traces of divine favor. But you, you have nothing on you."

"But in this day and age, there are no truly normal people anymore, you..."

Old Wei's eyes sharpened. "What exactly is your purpose?!"

While Lao Wei was speaking, his sharp eyes never left Ye Ren's face.

He tried to catch the slightest flaw in the other person's expression—

Whether it's fear, panic, or even just a moment of bewilderment.

However, he was disappointed.

Why didn't you avoid it?

"Because I'm not afraid."

"Why aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I just won't... Uncle, what are you doing? Are you rehearsing lines with me?"

Ye Ren was a little nervous; he even suspected that the uncle was doing it on purpose.

But in Lao Wei's eyes, the cold muzzle of his gun was almost touching Ye Ren's eye socket.

But the other person still had the mind to joke with him.

They felt no fear, not even their pupils constricted in the slightest in the face of this sudden threat.

At that moment, even the last shred of hope in Lao Wei's heart vanished.

He was now 100% certain that the seemingly harmless young man in front of him was definitely not as simple as he appeared.

Countless guesses flashed through his mind in an instant:

[They came from outside the city, corrupted by the wilderness.]

[Or perhaps they've infiltrated from another city, followers of a hostile deity?]

Or perhaps they are missionaries trained by some secret cult, specifically trained to bewitch people?

What exactly was his purpose in approaching me?

Just as Lao Wei was experiencing a turmoil of emotions, Ye Ren scratched his head with a troubled expression.

He seemed to be seriously considering how to explain his identity and purpose.

"Sigh..." he sighed, speaking in an almost helpless tone.

"Uncle, keep it simple, keep your way of speaking simple."

"I really didn't mean any harm. It's just that this world is so chaotic these days, and it's rare to meet a good person like you who still retains a sense of justice. So I was thinking, why don't you... try to believe in my lord?"

Ye Ren's expression became incredibly sincere.

"You won't lose anything anyway, so why not give it a try? Believe in Our Lord, and you'll have eternal life!"

Old Wei: "..."

He stared at Ye Ren's face, which was so normal it seemed out of place in the world, for a long time.

Finally, it slowly retracted the gun, making a crisp click.

"You kid... you're really strange."

Old Wei put the gun back on the table, his tone full of exhaustion and confusion.

"No matter what kind of god it is, when they bestow blessings, they will ask for a price from their believers. What kind of price does the god you worship usually charge?"

This is common sense, and it's the most fundamental operating logic of this world.

The God of Order demands absolute obedience to the rules and physical transformation.

The god of suffering demands the believer's pain and the sacrifice of their soul.

The goddess of pleasure demands the emotions and desires of her believers.

So, what will this kid's so-called Father of the Gods want?

"There's no price to pay," Ye Ren shook his head, answering crisply and decisively.

"Our Lord is the Savior of the world, the Father of all gods, and an omnipotent being. But He has mercy on mankind and hopes that human civilization can be restored to order and get back on track. Therefore, His grace does not require any price."

The more Lao Wei listened, the stranger his expression became.

He finally couldn't help but chuckle.

"No cost? Are you dreaming? What god would care so much about insignificant humans? Like you said, would humans selflessly care about the life, death, and future of a group of ants?"

"Hmm..." Ye Ren sighed again, but did not argue any further.

Indeed, the gods do not care about humans.

But the irony is that the one who cared about humanity has now become a god.

A human being who inexplicably possessed the body of the supreme god.

"Uncle, just trust me, you won't lose out."

"Go to sleep, I'll think about it."

---

Late at night.

The city's hustle and bustle gradually subsided, leaving only the occasional strange howls in the distance and the whistling of the wind blowing through the dilapidated buildings.

The followers of the god of decay began to cause trouble, but in order to please the god, they would take baths in the sewers.

They also ate the excrement of other believers during the day.

pretty good.

Old Wei lay on his creaky bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He took his head off his neck and placed it on his chest.

His eyes were fixed on the moldy patch on the ceiling, which had formed from the dampness caused by the pleasure-seeking people upstairs.

He could feel it clearly.

The divine power that connected his mind and body was growing weaker and weaker.

Like a candle flickering in the wind, it could be extinguished at any moment.

If things continue like this, perhaps next month, or even next week, I will completely lose God's grace.

At that point, the connection between his head and body will be completely severed, and he will face true death.

"Convert to a different faith..." he murmured to himself, his voice unusually clear in the quiet room.

To worship a god never heard of before, recommended by a mysterious boy whose origins are completely unknown?

Even that god didn't have a standard divine title.

Unlike the gods of order or goddesses of nature, who have resounding names, He is simply...

Father of the gods? The great redemption?

A savior who brings hope and dawn? The supreme Heavenly Father?

The more Lao Wei thought about it, the stranger his expression became.

These titles sound incredibly impressive, but they all seem so unreliable!