The Black Fairy's Invitation
"If you choose an item but regret it later, the only way is to beat up everyone else and steal their items," Herines casually offered Moonshadow Hill a despicable solution.
"Or, you could throw the others into the Lake of Tears and melt them down, then use their slots to create another item slot for yourself."
"Anyway, this is a game world where time loops are possible, and everyone will be reborn in new timelines. How can this be considered murder?"
"Thank you, Lord Evil God, I understand." Tsukikage Koyama calmed down and decided to keep his wish for the time being.
His mother's expectations were not what he truly longed for.
He did not aspire to be the heir to the Anubis family.
He simply wanted his brother to lose everything he had.
This is the hatred of an unfortunate person towards a fortunate person.
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In the dimly lit viewing room, the black leather sofa sank in, and the chairman, like a potato, curled up on the sofa, watching the video with all the lights off.
This screening room is small, unlike the usual grandeur of St. Leeds, and exudes a millennial vibe, old and outdated.
On the wooden TV cabinet sat a bulky, old-fashioned television.
Next to the television was a tall cabinet, which, like a library, displayed many identical videotapes in different categories.
Each videotape had a different number written on it.
From 1 to hundreds.
At the very bottom, in the most inconspicuous position, there is a videotape with the number "0" written on it.
The chairman, in the dark, like a nocturnal animal, accurately put the most inconspicuous videotape with the number "0" written on it into the VCR.
The videotape was inserted into the VCR like a suppository, and black and white static immediately appeared on the television screen.
A few seconds later, the TV screen turned into a highly saturated blue screen.
In the upper left corner of the screen, written in a chubby, short, and rustic font: The Original World.
The film begins with a short, black-and-white silent film clip.
In 1952, Shilan was bleak and impoverished, and the people's lives were hopeless.
With international tensions high, a major war between the Empire and Shilan is imminent.
The tyrannical empire has always been the hegemon of the world.
At that time, Silan was just a multi-ethnic country composed of poor wanderers, so poor that it was considered an international joke.
Someone used a saw to cut open the bread eaten by the Silam people, and ended up wearing the saw blade off – mocking that the bread they ate contained too much sawdust and was harder than wood.
When the Shilan people first arrived in the Empire, they saw a car drive by and were so frightened that they fled in all directions, saying that a black tiger was chasing them—they had never seen anything so advanced that even the most basic technology would shock them.
It's obvious who would win the war between the poor and weak Shilan and the powerful empire.
In order to fight against the empire, the Shilan government recruited soldiers.
However, living in despair, Shilan would rather fight among her fellow countrymen every day and use fireworks to blow up the fishponds of other neighbors who had grudges against her than fight a desperate battle to protect her homeland.
They tried every means to evade military service, some even fleeing to remote mountains and forests, while others joined the empire to help the enemy beat their own homeland.
The people of Silam deeply hate their homeland and everyone on this land, including their parents, lovers, and children.
Poverty did not bring them love and simplicity; instead, it made them more wicked.
"Let the country that causes us pain be destroyed."
“My life is so bad, it’s all Shilan’s fault.”
With the help of the Shilan people, the empire easily conquered Shilan.
However, the scenario that the imperialists would help deal with the Shilan gentlemen did not materialize.
New rulers emerged; they were ruthless colonizers who treated the Sila people as worse than livestock and took pleasure in abusing them.
They skinned the people of Silam and used the skin to make paper for painting; they used the bones of the people of Silam to make human bone bags, which were mass-produced in factories; they locked the people of Silam in zoos and forced them to perform as animals.
The people of Shilam have become lambs to the slaughter.
The powerless people of Shilan could only place their hopes in the gods.
Various strange beliefs are prevalent among the people.
At this time, a holy son who claimed to be God's spokesperson on earth appeared, saying that as long as you believe in him, you can live a good life in your next life.
Those who do not believe in him will be forever condemned to the Avici Hell, a hell a hundred times more painful than the present.
Under duress and enticement, almost all the Shilan people believed his claims and began to worship him.
They used every penny of their hard-earned money to support him, to build churches and statues for him.
However, after gaining countless followers, the god simply disappeared.
When the believer of the unfinished god in the letter found the divine messenger and communicated with the deadbeat god, the god said:
"I am a god, what obligation do I have to help you?"
“The offerings are what you wanted to give me; I didn’t ask you for them.”
"I'm too busy eating, drinking, and having fun for myself to care about you lowly ants."
The enraged Sila people smashed idols and destroyed churches, but to no avail; they still lost everything and lived in hell.
The people of Silam have since come to hate and humiliate God.
At this time, Herines, a newly born apprentice god, came to the human world.
The place where he was born was a dark void, where there was nothing.
There is no prospect of development in such a place.
So he left his hometown and came to the world to work hard and make a living.
At that time, he had just condensed his divine status. His divine power was weak and his words carried no weight. He had no standing in the human world and lived a life that everyone despised, like an insurance salesman.
They even mistook him for a lunatic and wanted to drive him away.
When asked about his name, they ignored him and said, "I've never heard of you."
However, Cherenes was not discouraged.
He responded to the customer's mockery with a smile.
He carefully explained the misunderstanding to the customer.
He dismissed the unreasonable demands of his customers as if they were nothing, like a gentle breeze brushing across a hillside.
Adhering to the philosophy that "being a deity is also a service industry" and the mindset that "my greatest responsibility is to make customers satisfied and at ease," he has helped countless customers solve various problems.
Gradually, he gained more and more loyal customers and became quite well-known in various regions.
He loves his job, and he is meticulous and dedicated in everything he does, but not excessively so.
Always focus on what you can do, instead of being overly critical of what you can't do.
He rejoices whenever a customer does business with him, overjoyed at the prospect of further advancing his wicked cause.
As time passed, he transformed from an unknown minor god into an ultimate dark evil god whose every move caused tremors.
But he still has no intention of experiencing professional burnout or wanting to slack off, rest, or retire.
When he came to Sila, he was already a god with a considerable number of believers.
For the sake of the evil god's cause, Cherenes traveled far and wide among the earth seeking those in need of help.
He sniffed around for the strongest resentment and negative energy, and soon locked his gaze on Shilan.
Of all the nations, only the people of Shilam possess the deepest evil.
Moreover, they sent out the strongest possible distress signal.
However, when Cherenes approached the Sylvanians and offered to serve them and help them solve their problems,
The Shilan people, who had just been deceived by the swindler, angrily tore him to pieces.
Brick him up in the wall, throw him into molten steel.
Herinus's human incarnations were endless, and the Sylvanians also had endless methods of killing, killing Herinus's newly born incarnations again and again in different ways.
However, Herines had far too many human incarnations, and the Sylvanians, panting with exhaustion, still couldn't kill them all.
In the end, the people of Shilan decided to make peace with Herines.
They apologized to Cherenes with great shame: "Mr. Evil God, we are so sorry. We took our anger out on you because we were deceived by the other gods."
"You must be in a lot of pain."
Seeing that Shilan's kind side was being brought out, Herines immediately said, "Yes, although I am an evil god, my human incarnation also feels pain. But I will forgive you, my children. You are just children who know nothing, while I am a god, how could I hold it against you?"
The people of Shilan, who had just felt ashamed, immediately straightened their backs and realized that they had not done anything wrong.
If the other party has forgiven me, what mistakes could I have made?
If anyone is wrong, it's the other party for condoning them!
An evil god who doesn't resist being abused deserves to be abused!
Seeing the evil in the Shilan people grow even stronger, Cherenes revealed a morbid smile.
He was very happy.
The most important person, like him, a god formed from evil, experiences indescribable pleasure even when feeling pain, though the pain is real.
He made a fortune!
Not long after this incident, those blasphemous people were initially uneasy, worried that they had offended God and might face consequences.
But as time went by, they gradually became bolder.
They dare to kill even gods and have not received any punishment; they dare to do any heinous thing.
In the end, after their usefulness was completely exhausted, Herines threw them into an endless cycle of suffering.
They suffered the same methods they had used to torture and kill Herines, and the retribution was a thousand times, ten thousand times greater.
However, the others did not know.
With the help of the evil god, the people of Shilan made one wicked wish after another, and Shilan developed at an unimaginable speed.
Countless skyscrapers sprang up like mushrooms after rain, some completed in a single day.
The once gloomy, dilapidated, dirty, and backward capital city has been transformed into a magnificent, decadent metropolis, and renamed Byron in gratitude for the gifts from the evil god.
The people of Silam were originally wanderers who suffered all kinds of bullying, so they prayed to the evil god to make themselves brave and warlike and unafraid of pain.
The evil god bestowed upon them treasures, granted them the courage to fight to the death, and the ability to retain their memories and rewind time infinitely after death.
Under the aura of immortality and accelerated productivity granted by the evil god, Shilan became a superpower that no one dared to provoke.
Shilan, who had once suffered greatly from bullying, launched a terrifying revenge against the countries that had oppressed her:
They would occasionally send dung balloons to the Empire, subtly criticizing the Empire's previous attempts to whitewash its historical mistakes as "being drenched in shit and still wanting to chew on it."
They readily and domineeringly seize the interests of small countries, interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and act as the emperor of the world.
They treat all countries as livestock to be driven and exploited, ruthlessly plundering their resources.
At this moment, every member of the Shilan people wore a maniacal smile.
They finally made the whole world feel the same pain as them.
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