Chapter 103 Death
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[The strength of the gods' bodies is far greater than that of ordinary people. It takes at least a hundred days for ordinary people to recover from broken bones, but for gods, such injuries can be healed in just ten days.
Every day when Jiang Yang applied medicine to me, he would sigh that the speed at which gods recover is different from that of ordinary people. On the tenth day, when he was applying medicine to me, he said bluntly:
"At this rate, you'll be able to leave in two days."
I heard Jiang Yang's words and asked in an ambiguous tone, "Do you really want me to leave?"
As Jiang Yang packed up the gauze, he smiled and said, "It's not that I want you to leave, but you have no reason to stay here anymore."
I looked down at the wound that was about to heal, without saying a word.
Before leaving, I made a special trip to say goodbye to Jiang Yang. When we looked at each other, I was even more speechless than usual in the God Realm.
Jiang Yang looked at me, then looked around, "I always feel like something is missing."
I naturally knew what was missing, it was probably Mother Earth or some other god.
When I was in the divine realm, I had never been alone with Jiang Yang.
Every time I meet her, there are always other gods around, so much so that I forget that she and I have never been close friends with endless conversation.
"Thanks to your care, I was able to survive this ordeal. Your Majesty, rest assured. I will certainly encourage my followers to diligently worship you in the future."
Jiang Yang said nice words, but his eyes showed his determination to drive me away.
I nodded as if I didn't care, turned around and was about to leave, but I saw Jiang Yang tripped over something on the ground.
I could have used my divine power to support her, but for some reason, I stopped just before making a move and rushed forward in two steps.
The body fell at a very fast speed, which was like the impact of a heavy object to ordinary people, but it was nothing to gods.
The wound that had recovered well before did not break and bleed as I expected. For the first time, I was a little annoyed by my body's ability to heal so quickly.
While Jiang Yang wasn't paying attention, I tore open the wound. Blood gushed out and spilled onto the gauze bandage. The collision of red and white was particularly eye-catching.
I glanced around and made sure that people would notice me at a glance, then I pretended to be indifferent and walked past Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang indeed noticed this, and seemed to not believe that the fall he had just made was so serious, but he still politely invited me to stay.
I agreed and stayed there for three years. There were rumors outside that the chief priest Jiang Yang kept a strange man in the temple.
Almost every month, Jiang Yang would tactfully ask me to leave, but almost every month something happened that tore the wound open and made it impossible to heal.
In the third year, Jiang Yang seemed to have given up. After another coincidence, he skillfully took out the medicine and sighed.
"If you really want to stay, then stay. Why do you have to do this every month? You don't find it annoying, but I get annoyed every time I help you apply medicine."
"If I keep going like this, I can just switch to being a doctor. Why would I bother being a priest?"
Me: “…I don’t understand what you’re saying.”
Jiang Yang seemed to be just complaining casually, waving her hand nonchalantly, "If you don't understand, then don't understand. I hope you'll be careful next month and don't get hurt again."
She stood before me and said firmly, "I sincerely invite you to stay in the temple, as a friend, as the god of the underworld I believe in, and as my former friend in the divine world."
"Anyway, I welcome you to stay here. You don't need to hurt yourself just to find an excuse."
"A god's wound won't get infected, and it won't be fatal, but it will still hurt, right?"
I touched my wound and felt the familiar stinging sensation. I have been enduring this pain every day for the past three years, but I don’t feel it hurts that much anymore.
Compared to the pain, I was more concerned about the meaning behind Jiang Yang's words: "Do you know your identity?"
Jiang Yang nodded. "Of course, the Moon Goddess. I was wondering why I was so familiar with the name of this deity since I was a child, but never wanted to worship her. It turns out she is me."
"No wonder I can never believe in the Moon Goddess. I'm not a narcissistic person."
Me: “When did you know that?”
I clenched my fists in my sleeves, and was actually a little afraid of the answer.
"Three years ago."
Me: “Do you know my identity?”
Jiang Yang nodded: "The God of Light, Chongli."
"The Goddess of Night told me this the last time she came to see me."
I sneered, wondering why the Goddess of Night was wandering around for no reason.
"Then why don't you expose me?"
Jiang Yang laughed heartily: "Actually, I knew from the beginning that you were not the God of the Underworld."
"I made up this god myself, so I naturally know whether he really exists or not."
Me: "Then why did you ask me if I was the God of the Underworld when you first met me?"
Jiang Yang: "I did make a mistake at first, but after thinking about it carefully, I was able to guess your identity. I just didn't expect you to pretend for three years."
I pursed my lips and smiled: "So, why don't you expose me?"
Jiang Yang: "Guess."
I looked at the wound on my lower abdomen, slowly placed my hand on the wound, and didn't answer.
I can't guess. I'm afraid to know the answer, so I don't want to ask.
I looked at Jiang Yang, "You're going to die, did you know that?"
The smile on Jiang Yang's face instantly disappeared. He was silent for a while, then said, "I know. Mother Earth told me before."
"Are you that calm?" I asked curiously.
Human beings have always been pessimistic about the issue of lifespan. Throughout history, many famous people have begun to pursue eternal life after gaining power and wealth.
Now Jiang Yang has obtained wealth that others will never get in several lifetimes. As the chief priest, she is also admired by thousands of people. I don’t believe that she can accept death so calmly and naturally, especially at such a young age.
I looked at Jiang Yang, the young chief priest who was only in his twenties.
Even though she had lived a glorious first half of her life, and seemed to have accomplished things that others could never achieve in their lifetime, she was actually only in her twenties.
She was told her death date when she was in the prime of her youth. No matter how you think about it, she shouldn't have been so calm.
Jiang Yang was more open-minded than me. Hearing this, he just chuckled and said, "It would be a lie to say I'm not afraid. If I could, of course I want to continue living."
Jiang Yang sat by the window, looking out at the countless believers bustling about worshipping the gods in the temple, and smiled.
"I've already realized my dream, and so many people have found the meaning of their lives under my influence. I can say my life hasn't been lived in vain."
I looked in the direction she was looking at, puzzled, "You clearly know that all this is based on your lies."
"The reason a lie is a lie is that it will never come true. Sooner or later, all of this will crumble like sand, and when that happens, these people will be unable to escape their predetermined fate."
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