The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

The blessing ceremony was lengthy, and Jiang Zhiyang's mind wandered, mixed with a sense of loss. He thought that the dead man who had drowned in the prime of his life must have died young because he had no divine protection. But then a familiar name appeared in his ears, and he instantly perked up.

"Ah Liu, is the Wang you speak of Wang Shangde, the magistrate of Tuzhong County?"

"Exactly."

"Why should he, Wang Shangde, receive any good fortune? He bought his way into office, held a position without doing any work, amassed wealth through his official post, and had a large number of wives and concubines at home. How can such a wicked, talentless, and immoral person receive any blessings?!"

As he spoke, Jiang Zhiyang became angry again. The man's evil deeds came to mind one by one, instantly igniting the anger in Jiang Zhiyang's heart. In his short life, he worked hard and made great efforts, but whenever his business showed any signs of success, Wang Shangde would maliciously bully him, and all the gold and silver in his home would be taken away by him.

"Wang was virtuous and wealthy, with overflowing granaries, many wives and concubines, and numerous offspring. He even distributed porridge on the street every three days, filling the stomachs of many beggars. If it weren't for him, many more people would have died."

Jiang Zhiyang was so anxious he was jumping up and down, but the deity didn't care. Her gentle and nonchalant manner only fueled his anger, making him instantly furious.

"What kind of porridge is it if it's mixed with sand! It's just using meager profits to buy a good reputation. How could someone like him genuinely care about the life or death of a beggar? You, as a deity, clearly know what he's doing, yet you're so unable to distinguish between good and evil?"

She finally turned around, but remained as calm as a deep mountain pool. In her cold eyes, it seemed that Jiang Zhiyang, who claimed to be virtuous, was no different from Wang Shangde, who had committed numerous evils...

"You can't distinguish between good and evil. What kind of good and evil do you distinguish? For the sake of reproduction, male deer fight each other, and in the collision of their antlers, they disembowel the loser. When the lion king takes the throne, in order to make the lionesses go into heat again, they bite their cubs to death. Even the weak male fish in the sea will disguise themselves as females and take the opportunity to mate. Natural selection, survival of the fittest, the strong preying on the weak, and humans are the same."

A torrent of words crashed down on Jiang Zhiyang like a tidal wave, knocking him to the ground. He stammered, "Survival of the fittest? What about the idea of ​​good being rewarded and evil being punished?"

"It's probably just the weak comforting themselves; if they can't become stronger, they can only be devoured by the strong."

Standing on his moral high ground, Jiang Zhiyang seized the opportunity and became righteously assertive, "As a god, how could you say such things? That's incredibly heartless!"

"The master treated you like a guest, yet you uttered such arrogant words! Ah Yi, throw him out immediately! What a waste of the master's kindness!"

Ah Liu gave the order to leave, but the deity did not stop her. She turned around, her light skirt fluttering in the wind.

Why? Why is his anger, the anger of the insignificant, the anger of the righteous, always so pathetic? Watching the indifferent back of the deity, Jiang Zhiyang felt a statue of a god crumble before his eyes. What a god, a symbol of beautiful life and desires, but merely a representative of the powerful, treating life as a game for the superiors, while the suffering of the weak is insignificant…

Fuming with anger and not knowing where to vent it, he pulled out the half-eaten apple, threw it hard, and slammed it down at the feet of the deity.

Ah Liu was even more furious. With a command, two strong and sturdy divine messengers immediately came up behind him. They grabbed Jiang Zhiyang and lifted him up like a chick.

Jiang Zhiyang didn't feel he was in the wrong at all. He stood up straight, and even if he was being dragged along, he would still struggle with his legs to fight for himself.

"The way of life for beasts is not the way of life for humans. The strong live and the weak die. What kind of world is this? It's just a gladiatorial arena! And what are gods? I insist that the good live, and the wicked, the villains, the gamblers—all go to hell! Even if I'm reborn as a dog in my next life, I'll still bite Wang Shangde to death!"

His screams echoed in the empty temple, while all the divine messengers, including Ah Wu and Ah Liu, remained silent.

The deity lowered his head, staring blankly at the shattered apple at his feet for a moment.

Gods are nothing special, as they are outsiders far removed from life and death. But they understand that sailing on water depends on those strong who can hold the oars firmly and control the direction. When the strong control life, they can ride the wind and waves, set sail, and ensure the continuation of life.

Good people are certainly desirable, but the path of good and evil is ultimately just the path of humanity. Heaven has its way, and humanity has its way; to compare the path of humanity to the path of heaven is naturally heartless. After all, even if the weak smash thousands upon thousands of apples, a forest will not spring up from the land...

God is wise and clear-headed, yet God is also empty. She is like a large, bulging container filled with the desires of all living beings, but she has no heart to understand human anger. At this moment, there is a ripple of emotion—anger, anger is perhaps like smashing an apple to pieces…

Of all living beings, she favored and revered the human race most. They were intelligent, practical, and possessed a stronger will to live than any other race, establishing their own order in a chaotic land. Those creations brimming with wisdom were her greatest love, but a god is not just a god of humans, but a god of all living beings, and she would not show favoritism because of this.

"Good people cannot enjoy long and happy lives, while evildoers are blessed by the gods. A god like you is better off without—"

As Jiang Zhiyang screamed, he was thrown out of the divine realm. Outside the sea of ​​flowers, the Lantern Messenger had been waiting for a long time. He didn't resist at all. He didn't care about the territory occupied by this arrogant god. He simply raised his hands and stubbornly insisted that the divine messenger carry him away.

The bridge to the afterlife is a long and winding road. Jiang Zhiyang stood on tiptoe and gazed into the distance, but could only see the endless other side before it disappeared into a damp, misty fog...

His heart tightened; it certainly didn't look like a good sign.

"Cross this bridge, and you will be free from the past, reborn and enter a new cycle of cause and effect." The lantern bearer was a girl, and judging from her appearance, she was probably about the same age as Jiang Zhiyang.

Jiang Zhiyang felt a bit humiliated, thinking about what fate others had and what fate he had. He suddenly remembered Ah Liu's curse about "fat pigs".

No way!

He bent over to warm up, then reached into his pockets and rummaged around until he pulled out the last big steamed bun. Although he didn't really care for it, he figured it was wise to be pragmatic! He took a bite from the left and a bite from the right, muttering something under his breath as he puffed out his cheeks.

"I won't be reborn as an animal, a hungry ghost, or in hell. I'll just be an ordinary human being. What I just said about becoming a dog was purely impulsive and doesn't count..."

Once he was ready, he bowed slightly, his eyes blazing, and sprinted forward. In the blink of an eye, life and death were nothing more than this. Under the bright sky, he was free and unrestrained, without divine favor, he was carefree!