Chapter 1: It’s hard to skip work at work…
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Otherwise I'd rather die.
This is the hundred and first time I thought this.
All I saw was the long river that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. The sky was gray, and there was a broken wooden boat drifting on the river. I stood on the broken wooden boat, holding the paddle, and poked the hands of a bunch of ghosts in the river with an expressionless face.
"Give up," I told them coldly. "This ship has been buffed. You can't climb aboard."
That's right, I am an NPC, and I know clearly that I am an NPC, and I know very clearly that I am an intangible NPC who can only be forced to show laughter in CG to players 24 hours a day, all year round.
There is no other reason.
I am the god of death.
If it were ten thousand years ago, I would still be considered a great god with a prosperous portal, but now that the Glorious God system is the only dominant force, my daily job is to row, row, and row here.
The player level is not high enough. The God's Kingdom instance I'm in has not been opened at all, and the opening date is even further away. I sighed tiredly, watching the ghost in front of me chat with me while digging the bottom of the boat with familiarity.
"God of Death, have you heard that the players almost overturned the Temple of the God of Light?"
I weakly poked his hand with the paddle. "I didn't hear that. The planner was so stingy that he didn't even give me the memory to connect to the outside world. Let go, big bearded man, or I'll sentence you to blasphemy."
The bearded man chuckled and said, "Isn't this a high-performance AI that can process your thoughts? Don't be so stingy. Who would come to your shabby place if they weren't blasphemous?"
I silently raised the paddle and aimed at his face. The bearded man immediately changed his tone: "I won't go to any god's kingdom even if he invites me. I just like this place. Everyone speaks nicely and does things in a fun way. I like it here the best."
Well, considering that he is an honest man, I gave up the idea of pushing him to the bottom of the river to clear his head of nonsense.
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Big Beard is not actually called Big Beard. But his full name is too long and I have forgotten it, so I just call him Big Beard because of his full beard.
He is a 2.1-meter-tall man with arms that are so muscular that a horse can run. He loves gossip and fun. His daily hobby is to dig into the bottom of my boat and tell me gossip. I don't know where he gets all the rumors from. It's a pity that he doesn't write a storybook.
Thanks to him, even though I am a nerd who has never left the kingdom of God, I can still know everything about the world without leaving the house.
At this moment, he stared at me with a pair of sparkling eyes, and it would be difficult to end the conversation without listening. I sighed, sat down, and motioned for him to elaborate.
"Some time ago, a group of players who changed their job to become followers of the God of Darkness relied on their high level to plunder a temple of the God of Light. This angered the God of Light, and he has now issued an oracle to hunt them down."
"Aren't they always causing trouble for each other? Why are they going to such a big fuss over a temple?"
Every game has a light and dark camp setting, and the god of light Samuel and the god of darkness Kadho are the leaders of the two major pantheons. The former advocates light, goodness and justice, while the latter prefers darkness and conspiracy.
The gods under his command also have the same preference. The two sides fought fiercely and spit at each other whenever they met.
Not to mention a temple, the biggest conflict was the sacrifice of Samuel that year. The priest of Kajol sneaked into the city and stabbed his high priest to death.
Two and a half months later, the Glorious Paladin massacred twelve dark temples with blood. It is said that the blood dyed the land bright red that day and has not faded for a hundred years.
It has nothing to do with me.
All dead creatures who had faith were considered as gods. The authority of the God of Death was stripped away again and again, and it became the place where blasphemers and those without faith went.
Of course, this is just the surface meaning. In fact, it is just a bunch of old-fashioned big mouths chatting with me at home every day. It is also a good thing that they are here, otherwise it would be really boring.
So why is it so boring that I have to row here all year round when no one can see me?
So annoying.
It’s better to die.
Just as I was staring at the river in despair, considering whether to jump in, the bearded man started beeping again.
"Of course it's because this temple is different! Although it's just a small temple, there is something hidden inside. It's because of that that Samuel is so angry."
"Lost his wife?"
"It's only a little better than losing his wife." The bearded man was amazed. "It is said that there is a divine incarnation hidden in that temple. He has no faith, but his adaptability is unexpectedly high. This is a good thing."
Oh wow, my ears pricked up, this is big news.
This world is very fragile.
Due to the existence of players, railways and high-rise buildings were built on the land, steam engines and magic networks were operated together, and the level of technology leaped forward.
The elves are busy buying and selling real estate, the halflings are busy working as chefs in five-star restaurants, and the players are bragging about their newly bought laser flame guns every day, claiming that they dare to shoot the God of Light if they see him.
But for the gods, this world is like a building block. If anyone lets go, it will be broken.
In order to protect this precious building block city. Gods cannot walk in the mortal world in their true form. If they want to descend, they must have a medium. People with this gift are called God-descended bodies.
The god-descended body with no faith and high adaptability is particularly precious. With a little training, it can become a gifted vessel. No wonder Samuel was so angry. I nodded in understanding and continued rowing.
The bearded man was scratching the bottom of my boat, annoyed: "Why are you so calm? You don't even know the details. If you can get a divine body like this, won't you be able to get out?"
"You think the divine descendant is a fool or a retard. If you don't want to follow anyone else, just follow me."
I rolled my eyes.
"What wish can I fulfill for him? I can satisfy his desire to die. But the prerequisite is that he can come to my kingdom of God. Dead people who meet the requirements can come. But you know that such a person is more rare than a roast suckling pig falling from the sky now."
Before I finished speaking, I heard the sound of clear bells coming from the river bank.
"Hi? Is anyone here?"
The bearded man looked at me in shock and said, "Oh my god, your roast suckling pig has arrived already?"
I snorted, picked up the paddle and pushed him directly into the bottom of the river.
It's not easy to be born as a big mouth in this life. That's a good point, don't say it next time.
The bearded man struggled to spit out a string of bubbles, stubbornly raised his middle finger at me, and sank to the bottom with a gurgle.
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