Yin Cang stared for a long time, but no guests arrived. He was so angry that he started to doubt his own divine power. Had his power as a god of wealth deteriorated after being unused for thousands of years?
On the contrary, An Ge remained calm. "Grandpa Yin, it's not that your divine power is flawed. Even if the gods are attracted by what I've done, they won't dare to step in easily."
"Then why did you do that?" He really had no idea what An Ge was up to.
An Ge smiled brightly, "I naturally have my own reasons. Don't worry, the inn's business won't stay this slow forever. Look, someone's come to the door."
The God of Illness was a thin man who acted somewhat timidly. Because he was always unpopular, he rarely interacted with other gods and gradually became somewhat socially anxious. But this social anxiety was forced; he was essentially still quite talkative.
Therefore, when they heard that the inn was open to deities, they rushed over to see what was happening. Under the watchful eyes of the onlookers, the God of Sickness mustered his courage and entered the inn.
"Welcome." Upon entering the hall, the God of Illness received a warm welcome, which made him feel somewhat flattered. After all, whenever he appeared, everyone would look at him with disdain, and this was the first time someone had said "welcome."
The God of Illness thought she was very strong, but hearing those simple four words actually made her want to cry. "Uh, I heard there's a master chef here, just give me whatever you want."
It was Liu Tingxue's first time working as a waitress, and she was full of energy. Coupled with her gentle appearance, she made everyone feel at home. The sickly man was a little nervous at first, but he gradually relaxed under Liu Tingxue's smile.
He carefully surveyed the inn, his eyes filled with surprise. Just looking at the lobby, he could sense the inn's unique character; listening to the soothing music, he seemed to forget his troubles. When he saw the menu, he was even more astonished.
He had tasted the divine chef's cooking long ago, but it had never been this abundant. Most importantly, the price was incredibly cheap! Despite being an unpopular deity, he was certainly not short of money. In his excitement, the God of Sickness ordered a table full of dishes.
Liu Tingxue deliberately led the God of Illness to a seat by the window. Before long, a table full of dishes floated out through the open window. Watching the God of Illness wolf down his food, the immortals watching outside kept swallowing their saliva.
This smells amazing! The chef at this inn is truly a master chef!
Watching the God of Illness's mukbang (eating broadcast), the initially hesitant deity also entered the inn. Suddenly, the inn was filled with all sorts of unpopular deities. Despite being disliked, they all found common ground, and whenever they met, they would pour out their grievances.
One person mentioned having their window smashed, another said they were sacked by someone on the street, and yet another suffered the worst, having no stable place to live and having moved countless times.
Hearing everyone's complaints, An Ge felt deep sympathy for these deities. While some abused their divine power for evil, many more suffered undeserved calamities simply because divine power was disliked.
As soon as An Ge appeared, the previously noisy hall instantly fell silent. Everyone looked at the deity who had come to summon them, each with their own thoughts.
An Ge cleared her throat. "You are all our first guests, and each of you will receive a discount. If you need accommodation, you can register at the front desk. We have a dedicated cultivation room that can provide you with an excellent cultivation environment. However, the cultivation room is only open to the public during fixed hours, and is only open to guests staying at our hotel in the evening."
The gods were astonished upon hearing this, and the God of Sickness was the first to ask, "What kind of cultivation room is it?"
"Naturally, it's similar to what the Alliance provides, or even better, and the price is much lower." After learning about the Divine Realm, An Ge discovered that there were quite a few immortals who wanted to improve themselves, but the cultivation rooms provided by the Alliance were too expensive, and ordinary immortals simply couldn't afford them.
An Ge gritted her teeth and tried it out herself. To be honest, it wasn't as good as her own cultivation room. It was precisely because of the existence of the cultivation room that An Ge wasn't worried about not having customers. The reason she went to all this trouble, of course, was for her own purposes.
One of the deities asked, "Why did Goddess Ange invite us here?" After he asked, all the deities looked at Ange, as this was also what they wanted to ask.
"I'm sure you all know about my divine power, right? I'm a fellow god among you all. Although I've only been in the Divine Realm for three months, I've already felt the rejection we face. To that, I just want to ask, why? Compared to those gods with immense destructive power, we haven't stolen or robbed anything; we just want to live a peaceful life. Why can't we?"
These words filled the gods with righteous indignation. Some of the gods, thinking of their own experiences, couldn't help but shed tears.
"The God of Misfortune is right, we disagree!"
"Yes, I have never done anything bad. Ever since other gods found out about my divine power, I have become someone that everyone hates. I can't even enter the Alliance's training room, and I have no chance to improve my strength."
“Other gods are treated as individuals when they do bad things, but if even one of us does something bad, the whole group is implicated. That’s such a double standard.”
"Last time I fought against a god, he almost killed me. I only managed to make him bald. Everyone thinks I'm unlucky. I'm so wronged, and there's nowhere to reason with him."
They shared their tragic stories, one after another, and realized how difficult everyone's lives had been. Having struggled individually before, this was the first time they had the chance to come together, and soon they were calling each other brothers.
Hearing everyone calling her "God of Misfortune," An Ge took a deep breath. No matter how much she tried to mentally prepare herself, this nickname was still hard to accept. She said to the bald man, "Big brother, you've had it so tough all these years."
The bald god had a thick head of hair and was quite handsome. He looked at An Ge excitedly and said, "Lord of the God of Misfortune, thank you for giving us a chance to confide in each other. It hasn't been easy for any of us over the years."
After everyone had finished their吐槽 (tu cao, a form of online commentary/criticism), An Ge raised her hand, and the scene immediately quieted down. "Everyone, we don't ask the Divine Realm to treat us well; we just ask for a chance to live a normal life. We've suffered such a tragic fate simply because we're weak. If we were strong, who could bully us?"
Look at Lord Yin Cang. Is his current status due to his wealth? No, it's due to his negative divine power. Yet, who dares to bully him? Even those gods who speak ill of him behind his back are few and far between. Why? Because he is powerful! As long as one is powerful, the outside world will be benevolent. Today, the cultivation room officially opens, with a 20% discount for everyone. I hope everyone will cultivate diligently, grow stronger together, and achieve great things in the Divine Realm.
An Ge stood excitedly on the high platform and spoke with great passion.
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