Postscript: Normal Ordinary People

Zhang Zihan is just as his name suggests, the kind of ordinary person who can't be found in a crowd.

After her death in this fictional ancient time, her consciousness saw the so-called main god who dominated the world.

Zhang Zihan had always been detached from that imaginary era, and now the change was extremely rapid. She looked at the Lord God floating in the air before her and asked politely, "Hello, where should I go now? Are we going back?"

"Why? You have already lived a life longer than others, why can you go to the third life so soon? Please be a beast of burden in the main space and queue up for reincarnation." The Lord God looked empty, but he had a lot to say.

"You are so mean." After dying twice, Zhang Zihan boldly spoke on the microphone.

The Lord God didn't care and continued to rant: "I'm just telling the truth. Your brains have been poisoned by garbage literature every day. Have you already been unable to accept a relatively objective conversation? Please, can something that is divided into male and female be good? Male and female channels? The only things that are divided into male and female in this world are men's and women's restrooms. The rest..."

Even without a physical form, Zhang Zihan could still sense the Lord God's disdain. "Use your slow brain to think about it. If you all come to ask me if we can reopen, I can! Please line up!"

"Oh." Zhang Zihan suddenly felt like he had a bit of a masochistic streak, and felt a bit good about being scolded. "Then why can Shen Zijie restart twice in the same world?"

"He's quite a bit smart. He didn't even ask me where he was. How could we possibly continue our past relationship?" The Lord God imitated the strange tone of some people while quickly reviewing the information in his mind. "He died a miserable death in his first life, murdered by a bunch of concubines. His obsession was so strong that he wanted to be exchanged. Now he has to be a beast of burden in the main space for 500 years before he can reincarnate again. I shouldn't judge him too much, but this guy is really crazy. In such a place, what kind of manly dignity is there for him to start over again?"

Zhang Zihan sighed, but compared to listening to Shen Zijie's recent situation, she was more concerned about herself: "Can I choose my own job here?"

"You're so quick to accept it. Don't you have any unfulfilled wishes that you need my help with? Since you're smart, I'll give you some time~" The Lord God floated in front of her, tempting her, "Just give me a little time, and Cui Junji and those you hate will all have a miserable life..."

"I can do it without any cost." Zhang Zihan said firmly.

"They will be miserable, Cui Junji, your ridiculous parents, those..." The Lord God continued to seduce, "Or just see how they live? It only takes a little time. Cui Junji loves you so much. I heard that he even did it for you..."

Zhang Zihan interrupted the Lord God again, "I spent my entire life fighting them in my last life. That's enough. You invited me to watch for free, and I only took a look reluctantly. Now you want me to pay for my time? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Zhang Zihan grew increasingly agitated as he spoke. "I suspect this is a world made up to satisfy your perverted tastes. To be or not to be? No, it's to fall in love! Traveling back to that era, there's inequality, hunger, and war. I was thinking about growing potatoes and building canals, but the most distinguished man in the area looked at my grimy hands and thought, 'This woman is so special! She's caught my eye.' I'm crazy!"

Time travel is originally a great adventure to an unknown civilization, but in the hands of countless gods, it has been reduced to a game of searching for a domineering keeper in an exquisite cage.

Suppressed anger and hatred took a long time to come, slowly filling Zhang Zihan's consciousness. Zhang Zihan jumped up and grabbed the Lord of Nothingness: "Is he sick? Who is normal? He hurt me once, and I feel disgusted with him. I tried to kill him so many times, and although I failed, he loved me even more. People like him are sick. Even if I want to have a love affair, I will find a normal person!"

The Lord God was frightened by the roar, and shrank in the air timidly, pulling his sleeve unconsciously, as if he was afraid of being grabbed by Wen Youqing.

"But it's also thanks to their abnormality. Normal people would have gotten rid of me long ago. How could they satisfy you guys who want to watch, guess the ending, and gamble! People of their class are most concerned about efficiency. I was dancing in his minefield and he just made me a concubine and made me lose my memory. The Virgin Mary should come down and let him sit on it!" Zhang Zihan wiped the saliva flying from his consciousness.

"I'm willing to see how they're doing, and I'm willing to spend my time! Lord God, you're such a failure at sales, and your customers are so stupid! Shouldn't they be paying me to come and see them?"

"I fantasized about having a second life, but you couldn't wait to put another set of shackles called 'love' on my brand new life. All those who praise love are just like Falun Gong pyramid schemes! They just give them a way forward, to constrain women to stay at home. If they only follow this path, they will find that they are just a dead end, circling around men!"

"Are you sick? I just want to live, live comfortably!" Finally tired of scolding, Zhang Zihan calmed down and said politely: "Oh, by the way, where is my workstation? Do I have time to rest? What are the salary and benefits here?"

"I hate emotionally unstable people like you the most," the Lord God muttered fearfully, "Do you want to take away your memory?" The Lord God floated back into the air, high above.

"No, I'll lose my memory after reincarnation anyway."

"43495276, take her to be a cow or a horse, next one, hurry up."

Another little man took Zhang Zihan away. Before leaving the main god's hall, Zhang Zihan looked back at the busy main god and looked at the next person who was crying bitterly.

Even after experiencing so-called passionate emotions, she still found it ridiculous. Isn't traveling through time with memories and moral values ​​just a spectator's experience? How could there be so much genuine emotion?

Maybe she is too ordinary. When she takes off the skin of a girl from a wealthy family, she is so ordinary that only the basic desire for survival remains.

So she turned to 43495276 and asked, "Do you have any less busy positions here? I don't want to work like a Lord God, it's deadly."

43495276 glanced at her, expressionless as he continued to lead the way: "No, everyone's job is similar, which is to compile the death list and the reincarnation list."

In the cubicles, Zhang Zihan saw a table piled high with documents and asked, "Oh my God, who is this? What crime must have been committed to deserve so much work?"

"43499999, you should know him."

In an instant, Zhang Zihan had a premonition and hurriedly followed 43495276 to continue moving forward. Out of sight, out of mind, so as not to divide the work equally with her again.

She had lived with him in her previous life, but she had also helped him a lot. She wanted to help him again this time? No way!

"So how much do you guys get paid here? What can you buy? Consciousnesses need to eat too, right?"

It seemed that a familiar voice was gradually fading away. Shen Zijie peeked out from behind Xiaoshan's documents. Countless consciousnesses were working, with only the sound of typing, and no other sounds. Perhaps he was too tired to hear the sound.

Like a snail, he retreated back into his work.