Chapter 58 The Fate of the Ambitious
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[My God stared at me blankly. Through the blurry tears, I saw the slightly red corners of His eyes.
This discovery broke my heart, which was beating in my chest, into many petals. This was not the first time I had experienced heartache, but this time it was particularly painful.
I was a little panicked, and I didn't even know what I said at that time.
My god looked at me for a long time, then suddenly rushed up and pressed on me, covering my mouth with one hand.
I tried hard to control my deep-seated obsession, but the strange and crazy look on my face still scared me.
I saw His furrowed brow, His pursed lips, and His face full of patience.
I wanted to tell Him not to be afraid, but then I remembered that it was me that God was afraid of, so I closed my lips and just looked at Him.
My god's dark eyes were filled with moisture. He sat on me, his rosy cheeks budding and dewy. His face was expressionless, but a flutter of his eyelashes made the viewer's heart tremble.
"Why don't you understand?" Wushen said vaguely, his voice so small that it sounded like he was acting coquettishly.
I looked at my god and complained, perhaps because I felt that the person in front of me had been tied up by me and could not break free from the layers of bondage, so I finally revealed my heart.
He complained, "You are a god. I forcibly changed your predetermined fate in this life. I owe you karma."
"When you return to your true form, even if you still remember everything now, the return of a million years of memory will turn your current obsessive love into a drop of rain falling into a lake."
"In a bottomless lake, how much does a drop of water weigh? Even if you could truly preserve this memory, this feeling forever, it's still just a drop of rain..."
The voice of our God was very low. He subconsciously bit his lips that were kissed so tenderly, and kept wrapping his fingertips around them absentmindedly.
I knew that my God never separated me from the almighty God of Light.
It was precisely because I had known that with such a god before me, I would completely lose my own glory, that I was reluctant to admit it at first...
My heart suddenly felt like it was boiling with blood. I stretched out my hands to hold my god's cheeks, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Bang, bang, bang," the violent heartbeat echoed in the empty hall. It seemed that only by completely crushing my soul within my body could I calm the constant turmoil and palpitations.
“This drop of rain may be meaningless to the unfathomable lake, but to this drop of rain, it is unique.”
My god subconsciously retorted, "The raindrop will eventually return to the lake and completely merge into it. Will you still be able to tell the difference between yourself and the lake?"
I confessed my plan, "Raindrops never want to return to the lake. Raindrops only want to be raindrops."
I know how shocking my next words will be, but at this moment, I don’t want to guess how my God will react next. I just want my God to understand me completely.
"Just like that flower that never withers, as long as it never withers, my God will not be sad. Raindrops will never fall, as long as they don't fall into the lake, they will always be raindrops."
Most of the ambitious people in this world do not have a good ending. Those who are loyal to the monarch will eventually end up being "the cunning rabbit dies and the running dog is cooked"; those who like to be powerful officials and manipulate power will mostly end up with their wives and children separated and abandoned by their friends and relatives.
But there are very few people in this world who have no regrets, and very few who can have a good ending.
I thought of thousands of ways to die, and after careful selection, I decided that dying at the hands of my God was the way I wanted to die most.
So now, I expose my ambition nakedly before my God, and wait for my God's final judgment.
Yes, from the moment I knew I was the God of Light, I made up my mind that I would always be myself, and to hell with that damn God of Light.
Anyway, there are so many ways in this world to increase human lifespan.
My God obviously thought of this as well. "But human lifespan is short after all. Even if you really used all kinds of methods and lived for thousands of years, it would still be too short compared to the lifespan of a God..."
"Whether you like it or not, the human named Zhu Qing will eventually disappear in time, and the God of Light will eventually return..."
I looked into my god's eyes and said sincerely, "Then create a new god."
"A person who becomes a god through faith—a new god!"
I saw that my god's almond-shaped eyes blinked violently several times as if frightened. The panic in his eyes reminded me of the fawn I had shot while hunting many years ago.
My god seemed to be shocked by my audacious idea and looked at me blankly, like an exquisite puppet.
Because of the large movements he made earlier, a strand of black hair fell from his temples, curled playfully into a semicircle, and then hung loosely beside his ears.
I reached out and tucked the disobedient strand of hair behind my ear, and spoke to awaken my spirit.
Although my God is still beautiful in surprise and so well-behaved that I wish I could hide Him forever and never show Him in front of people again, I still prefer my God when he is moving, full of life and energy, with only me in his eyes.
"You are crazy!" My God finally came to his senses and remembered that I was the culprit who caused him to lose his mind.
The dull pain on my face reminded me of what had just happened, and the slap made my already clear thoughts even clearer.
"I'm not crazy," I said solemnly.
This plan has been lingering in my mind for a long time, but the longer I plan it, the more I think it is feasible.
"The gods were originally born from heaven and earth, but later, heaven and earth gave birth to humans."
"No matter their appearance or body shape, humans and gods are essentially the same species."
"I've studied the birth of divine power. They are creatures of heaven and earth. If gods can use them for cultivation, why can't humans?"
"No, of course humans can, but most people lose this talent at birth and cannot sense the existence of these divine powers. But I am different. I can sense them, and I can even capture them."
"If I make use of this ability, in time, I will definitely be able to break away from my human identity and become the next god, a new god, completely different from the God of Light!"
"I will just chase after the green, possess only the memory of that one drop of water, and be your rose that never withers."
I know how crazy this idea is, and since ancient times, those who have held high positions have not wanted others to share their resources.
Those who claim to be emperors will try every means to disperse the power of others; the rich will be afraid that others will become richer than themselves; even a farmer will be afraid that others will have a better harvest than himself.
What about God? Would He fear that His supreme position would be tarnished? Would He be afraid if He knew that there was a way for humans to become gods?
At this moment, I am like a fish under the butcher's knife, allowing my god to slaughter me.
I couldn't escape the fate of an ambitious person, but I accepted it happily...]
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