A Remarkably Powerful and Tolerant God

"Knock knock--"

Three knocks sounded on the door.

A deep, concise voice came from inside the door:

"Enter."

The door opened, and a tall, straight figure stepped inside.

The newcomer was dressed in military uniform, with three golden stars gleaming on his epaulets. He was as muscular as a spear and moved with a brisk pace.

He first stood by the door, then raised his hand and gave a military salute to the silver-haired man in front of the table, his knuckles together and his fingertips level with his eyebrows, exuding a solemn aura.

"Marshal, those Beasts have been cleared out. However, we haven't yet determined why Beast appeared. We're constantly monitoring the Orc Race, the race that can control Beast, but we haven't detected any unusual behavior from them. In fact, because of this monitoring, the Orc Race are very dissatisfied with us."

"Finally, for the sake of friendship between Human Race and Orc Race, I have ordered them to withdraw."

Yang Zhi has been having a headache over this matter.

In this day and age, how could such packs of Beasts possibly appear out of thin air?

Moreover, they were all incredibly strong and extremely cunning.

Yang Zhi absolutely refused to believe that no one was behind this. However, they had already ruled out the Orc Race, so who else could it be?

Upon hearing this, Bai Zhuyu raised her eyelids and said:

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work these past few days. I'll have someone else who's more capable take over this."

As he spoke, he lightly tapped the table with his fingertips, about to wave Yang Zhi away. Unexpectedly, Yang Zhi did not move immediately, but paused for a moment, a hint of hesitation flashing across her face, as if some words were stuck in her throat, turning over and over several times.

Seeing that the other person hadn't left, Bai Zhuyu looked up again.

The other person reached out and took a small, exquisite Wine Gourd from his waist, placing it on his table.

"Marshal, on this trip, I encountered a Gods."

Bai Zhuyu's gaze fell on the gourd. She reached out and picked it up, tracing its curves with her fingertips. After examining it for a long time, she said:

"God of Wine?"

Yang Zhi nodded without saying anything more, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Bai Zhuyu placed the gourd back on the table, leaned back in her chair, and gazed leisurely at Yang Zhi's face.

"Ordinary people might never even see Gods in their entire lives, but you're lucky enough to have done it twice already. And both times, the Gods you've encountered have been benevolent to us humans. Yang Zhi, your luck is truly extraordinary."

As Yang Zhi listened, her eyebrows twitched slightly.

He had followed Bai Zhuyu for seven years, and their relationship was no longer a cold, impersonal one. Hearing those words now, he couldn't help but feel a hint of bitterness in their marshal's tone.

Yang Zhi blinked, a smile unconsciously creeping onto her lips, and her courage grew.

"Marshal, are you envious of me?"

The question was direct, carrying a casualness that only came from seven years of getting to know each other. If it were anyone else, or at any other time, Bai Zhuyu would probably just give that person a light glance, or simply not answer, subtly changing the subject.

But it just so happens to be Yang Zhi, and it just so happens to be today.

Today is a special day for Bai Zhuyu.

His gaze fell on Yang Zhi's face, and he finally uttered the words he had never spoken to anyone before:

Yes. I envy you.

He paused, lowered his eyes, and traced the curve of the small Wine Gourd on the table with his fingertips. His voice sounded strangely heavy.

"Our Bai Family is a family without much human warmth. However, I owe my current position largely to this 'lack of human warmth'."

"On the first birthday of a child in the Bai Family, they are given a traditional ceremony called 'grasping lots.' However, instead of an ordinary object, they are given Deity Statue about ten centimeters tall. The family will determine the direction of the child's future life based on which deity the child picks up."

Yang Zhi's heart skipped a beat, but she remained outwardly calm, secretly clicking her tongue in amazement.

As expected of the Bai Family, even their lottery system is so unique. Ordinary families would just draw money, seals, or books for good luck, but the Bai Family goes further and lets a one-year-old baby choose a Gods.

This isn't drawing lots; it's betting your entire life.

However, judging by the timeline, today is the day the Bai Family starts drawing lots.

"However, later," Bai Zhuyu continued, tapping her fingertips lightly on the table, "After the signs of the Gods' Revival appeared, the family dared not use the Deity Statues to draw lots anymore, so they changed the method and let the children of the family choose a Deity Statue themselves."

He paused here, his gaze returning to Yang Zhi's face, a slight curve appearing at the corner of his lips, like a smile, yet not quite a smile.

Do you know which one I chose back then?

Yang Zhi felt a surge of excitement upon hearing his question.

He pondered for a moment, his gaze subtly sweeping over Bai Zhuyu's perpetually expressionless face.

Aloof, restrained, and unmoved like a mountain— Gods are probably the most distant of all deities.

And considering the Marshal's current status and abilities...

Yang Zhi tentatively asked, "Gods related to... war?"

"No."

Yang Zhi was slightly taken aback, a hint of surprise appearing in her eyes.

He thought he was pretty close to the truth.

After all, Bai Zhuyu has spent half his life braving dangers and tribulations, and the military achievements he has accumulated are probably higher than a city wall.

It's hard to understand why it's unrelated to war.

Bai Zhuyu seemed to sense his confusion and added:

"The name of the Gods I worship has not been passed down. However, when I first read about His deeds in the ancient books at home, my previously pale life felt color for the first time."

The text begins with this sentence.

"In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, that Gods stood silently in the center, beneath which lay an endless, dark sea of corpses—the final graveyard of all Evil Gods. His figure was the only ray of light in that apocalyptic scene."

Bai Zhuyu read these words aloud, and these words deeply shocked Yang Zhi.

What kind of powerful Gods could accomplish all this?

"That was a very powerful and forgiving Gods."

Bai Zhuyu added somewhat hastily.

Yang Zhi is powerful.

But tolerance?

Yang Zhi couldn't help but ponder it several times in her heart.

Tolerant?

In what way did the marshal just now demonstrate the other party's tolerance?

He secretly glanced at Bai Zhuyu's cold and solemn face.

These two words were completely at odds with the temperament of their own marshal. Yet the person who said them was serious, without the slightest hint of joking.

Yang Zhi's thoughts drifted away.

What would a tolerant yet powerful Gods look like?

The two chatted for almost another fifteen minutes before Yang Zhi prepared to take her leave.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly stopped, as if he had remembered something extremely important.

He turned around and snatched his small Wine Gourd back from Bai Zhuyu's cool fingertips.

From the moment the god of God of Wine handed it to him, it became completely and utterly his property.

I'm not stealing your things.

Bai Zhuyu observed his actions and explained.

"Marshal, you won't steal it, but you also won't remind me to take it. You'll just toss it to those researchers to study. What if I run into God of Wine again and he asks where the little gourd is? How am I supposed to answer?"

Yang Zhi spoke, she quickly took a large step back.

This was God of Wine from Dionysus; if He found out, would He kill him on the spot?

He still wants to live.

Yang Zhi was about to run away when Bai Zhuyu stopped her again.

"Wait, there's one more thing."

As soon as Bai Zhuyu opened her mouth, Yang Zhi frantically gestured with her hands in front of her chest in a gesture of refusal.

"Marshal, I refuse, I refuse! I've been covering for you for years, find someone else for this!"

--Who wants to work overtime voluntarily? He hasn't even used up his annual leave this year.

"One hundred thousand Star Coins."

Yang Zhi's head-shaking motion instantly switched to a series of nods.

"Yes, Marshal. It is my honor to serve you again this year. Please leave everything to me that day. You can go with peace of mind."

--Unless you earn Star Coins, that's a different story.

Every year on that day, Bai Zhuyu would fly his private spaceship alone to a place unknown to anyone.

As for where that place is?

Yang Zhi had no idea and no interest whatsoever.

After all, he only worshipped the Moon God.