Chapter 2: Uncomfortable, I was backstabbed at work Pure white marble...

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The old wooden boat creaked along the river toward the shore, and the ghosts of the dead who hated the dead scratched the bottom of the boat. The horrible curses continued in the ears, only the bone flowers swayed on the shore and the river water was still sparkling.

This river is not an ordinary river, but one of the three rivers of the underworld, the outermost Kashgar River, which is also called the River of Curse in my scriptures.

Not a single feather floats on the river. If there is no boat to ferry people across, the souls passing by will be caught by the resentful souls and sink to the bottom of the river, where they will be damned forever.

Although now the river is full of a bunch of funny people.

Ten thousand years ago, I could still be a boatman for the fanatics. But after the last prayer died, no one came here anymore. The only souls who came here were those abandoned by the gods but of great value.

The dim light shone through the fog like a watchful eye. The port of Kashgar River was always lit by a flickering oil lamp. I rowed steadily towards it, wanting to see who the newcomer was.

As the boat approached through the fog, I could see a glittering object squatting in the harbor. It was not until he heard the sound of water and raised his head that I could see that the glittering object was actually a person.

Oh my god.

This brother is extraordinary?

Normally, I wouldn't be that surprised.

There are many people who come and go in the Styx, including some who deceive the gods and kings and have a terrible reputation. But this guy looks too young, and it is hard to imagine what he did wrong to come to the underworld.

He still looked like a human cub of seven or eight years old, with long light blond hair falling to his ankles, and deep blue pupils that reminded people of flowing mist, revealing a maturity and tranquility that did not match his age.

The cub was wearing a long white robe with an overlapping collar, the style worn by sacrificial victims during baptism.

As I was looking him over, the cub spoke politely.

"Hello, are you the ferryman here?"

"Are you going to cross the river? Newly departed soul."

The oars made ripples on the water, and the old wooden boat moved without wind. I looked down at his face, and saw a pale face in his clear eyes.

The sobbing waves are like a lullaby, flowing quietly among every cluster of white bone flowers along the river.

"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes? The bigger the wish, the heavier the boat will be. If your soul cannot bear your wish, it will be dragged into the river by these dead spirits and suffer forever."

The child seemed stunned for a moment. He thought seriously for a while and answered me: "I do have a wish, Mr. Ferryman. I want to get eternal sleep."

"It is too tiring to perform my duties in this world. I wish I could sleep forever and never wake up. For this, I am willing to give everything in exchange."

At this moment, an exclamation mark seemed to pop up in my head with a "ding" sound, accurately grasping the key point.

So that's how it is. Is this the new little brother assigned to me by the mastermind?

The same world-weariness, the same unwillingness to work, the same laziness.

I thought I was the only one in the world who was so annoyed with work that I wanted to die, but I never expected that I had another ally.

Have the players reached a certain level? Is my kingdom of God about to open?

No matter what, based on this degree of similarity, this is definitely the new little brother that the mastermind sent to me!

I silently classified him as a new believer, and even the way I looked at him became much gentler.

"Of course, no problem. You can find any place to rest in this vast kingdom of God. No one will disturb you until the last inch of soil is destroyed."

A look of surprise suddenly appeared on the boy's face. He asked cautiously, "Even gods can't do this?"

I asked him, “Do you know where this is?”

"This is the fate of the faithless and the blasphemers. Countless souls without faith are nailed to the Wall of Faithlessness. This was once the kingdom of the God of Death and Sleep. In the far north is the Resting Hill where his believers rest."

"The silent dunes are the graveyard where all things are buried. The souls sleeping there will not be disturbed until the world dies. You can go there and sleep peacefully."

When I introduced this place, I had rowed him across three rivers of the underworld and brought him to the entrance of the sand dunes.

Silence, soundlessness, and eternal sleep shroud this place.

For my followers, death is but an eternal sleep, and after death, their souls rest here, flawless as before.

Whenever I came here, I could hear the quiet breathing of the soul. But now, the only sound coming out of the endless yellow sand is the wind.

The boy was obviously very surprised by this wonderful place. He thanked me repeatedly and asked me, "Excuse me, who is the God of Death and Sleep? Why have I never heard of Him?"

"Ten thousand years ago, He created a pantheon. Eternal silence enveloped mankind. There was no chaos, no war, and even no fear of life and death. People slept like death, and died like sleeping."

"There is no boundary between life and death. They are born during the day and die at night, over and over again. People built a towering tower, but it was later torn down by time. Since then, the gods have continued, but no one knows his name anymore, and even his power has been divided and taken away."

"This is the remaining kingdom of God. Here, no one needs to struggle or be busy. They can just enjoy their sleep."

In short, don't work 007 or 267. At that time, even if you work for half an hour and sleep 22 hours a day, people will only praise you for making contributions to God.

This is simply gospel for office workers and a paradise for wage earners.

I watched with satisfaction as the boy's eyes lit up and I said devoutly, "What a great god! God of death and sleep! I am willing to be your believer. Please grant me eternal sleep." Then I threw myself into the sand dunes without hesitation.

The endless yellow sand submerged the boy's back. I let out a long sigh, thinking with some relief and some melancholy that I really am a good god.

Although I have to work, I can always help others avoid work! Even if the new guy has to sleep as soon as he arrives, it's also starting from scratch.

I was about to row back with great pride, but I saw a faint light on my body. An inexplicable attraction pulled me, as if trying to take me somewhere.

etc.

Isn’t this the line of guidance that believers ask God to send?

How many years have my followers in this world been dead?

The brief conversation I had just had with the bearded man flashed through my mind. If that divine incarnation died without faith, it would indeed come here.

If he has just become my believer from the bottom of his heart, his body will indeed belong to me after his soul rests, if...

...There are so many ifs! How could someone kill such a precious divine body! ?

My face twisted, and when I thought about the endless overtime work in the future, I suddenly lost the desire to go out. I immediately dispelled those reluctant lights and decided not to find another job for myself.

Long live tanking, long live strikes. I'd rather ferry people across this river for thousands of years than go to work.

When I made up my mind to go back, the mastermind suddenly contacted me. I was so shocked that I almost threw the paddle into the river.

How long has it been since the last time the Mastermind contacted me? It must be nothing good anyway! As if responding to my thoughts, the Mastermind gave the order in a straightforward manner.

"I just discovered that something went wrong, and the incarnation of the god ran to you. Since he is already dead, you will complete the script for him. Go ahead and do your job well."

The cruel boss would not tolerate any refusal. As soon as he finished speaking, a white light enveloped me. Facing the ever-increasing scene loading bar, I was completely awakened at this moment.

There is really no such thing as free food in the world. If pie falls from the sky, it must be a fraud, especially the benefits of the dog master brain.

The player's famous saying is true to me. If I have another chance, I will definitely answer loudly "No!"

"Transmission...failure...error...BUG...alarm...alarm..."

As if in response to my thought, the voice of the main brain suddenly became fragmented. I shuddered violently at the crackling electronic sound and swore in my heart that this had nothing to do with me.

The blue progress bar that had just loaded halfway jumped when I solemnly made this vow.

It exploded with a bang.