Come with Me

A new empire was established, and a new order was formed.

However, this new emperor seems to have learned nothing from the downfall of the previous dynasty.

Or perhaps he was too confident in himself, believing that the previous dynasty perished simply because they weren't smart enough.

He continued to worship the God of Wealth and ordered the reconstruction of the Fortune God Temple, which was even larger than the one built during the time of Saint Soren.

This time, however, no matter what kind of offerings were made, no matter how sincerely the people kneeling in the hall cried or how urgently they made their wishes, the God of Wealth did not respond.

At first, people thought that their incense offerings were not strong enough or their offerings were not plentiful enough. They piled goldware on the offering table, burned the best livestock in front of the temple, and offered up everything that was best in the entire city.

But day after day, month after month passed...

The Deity Statue of the deity in the temple sat upright on the high platform, its eyebrows and eyes unmoved, not even a trace of divine intervention appeared.

Eventually, people lost patience.

First came complaints, then insults.

Finally, they grabbed their weapons, smashed the incense table in the hall, overturned the beams and pillars, and rushed forward to smash the golden Deity Statue of the deity that they had personally set up to smithereens to pieces.

When the Deity Statue shattered on the ground, the rules once again brought down punishment.

This time, the God of Wealth once again chose to shoulder the burden for them.

In his view, he was clearly a failure as Gods, accepting their incense and offerings but failing to fulfill their wishes.

However, he didn't want to repeat the same mistake.

This time, however, the God of Wealth bore too much of the punishment from the rules.

Even if he were a god, he couldn't bear it.

The God of Wealth spat out golden blood. He looked at the believers who had been worshipping him yesterday but were now trampling gold fragments under their feet. He watched as the Fortune God Temple, which the new emperor had poured countless efforts into, turned into ruins amidst shouts and curses.

He... left.

The new emperor immediately issued an order:

Within the empire, the worship of the God of Wealth is forbidden. Violators will be severely punished.

From that day on, the Fortune God Temple became ruins, and its incense offerings ceased.

Even those God of Wealth Shrine dedicated to the God of Wealth, built in remote and secluded places, were not spared. No one cleaned them, no one offered incense, the stone steps in front of the doors were gradually covered with moss, spider webs formed on the beams, and wild grass grew wildly from the cracks in the bricks, inch by inch, swallowing up the last bit of incense smoke.

One hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years...

The God of Wealth lives in the most remote place.

There is a very dilapidated God of Wealth Shrine there.

It leaks rain and is drafty.

The gold paint on the Deity Statue has long since peeled off and is almost unrecognizable.

But this is the only remaining God of Wealth Shrine dedicated to the God of Wealth within the entire empire.

The rain in late autumn is always dense and chilly.

Rain dripped down the eaves of the dilapidated temple, hitting the dusty offering table, again and again.

The God of Wealth sat quietly beside the broken Deity Statue, listening to the sound of the rain.

Are you going to stay here forever? Come with me!

A hand grabbed the sleeve of the God of God of Wealth.

God of Luck stood before him, her honey-colored eyes now heavy with sorrow.

They were originally the same god.

Seeing the other person in this state, how could he not feel sorry for them?

I don't want to leave here.

The God of Wealth broke free from the hand of the God of Luck, and also from the salvation that came from himself.

"Why? They're just a bunch of mortals, why should we care? It's clearly their own greed that's the problem. Besides, they destroyed your Deity Statue, and you took the blame for them. Haven't you suffered enough injuries over the years?"

"If you keep going like this, do you want to perish?"

"I have absolutely no interest in the next God of Wealth. I don't want to be with him."

God of Luck has once again seized the hand of the God of God of Wealth.

This time he gripped even tighter, as if afraid that if he let go, the other party, along with the dilapidated temple, would be washed away by the rain.

They are no longer the God of Fortune.

In the eyes of the rules, they were already two gods.

One is called the God of Wealth, and the other is called the God of Luck.

Once the God of Wealth falls, the Divine Core within him will depart on its own to find the next God of Wealth.

That new God of Wealth will become the God of Wealth, will sit on the Divine Position of the God of Wealth, and will possess everything of the God of Wealth. But that God of Wealth has absolutely no connection with his God of Luck.

He didn't want to watch helplessly as half of himself was erased from the world and replaced by a strange Divine Core, sitting in the same position, doing the same things, standing beside him.

As the God of Luck spoke, his gaze once again fell upon the God of Wealth's robes, the crimson of which had long since faded.

Those old wounds hidden beneath their clothes, each one a testament to the sacrifices they made for ordinary people.

He knows it better than anyone else.

Although the pain wasn't borne by him, he could still feel it. After all, long ago, they were the same god.

The same divine body, the same Divine Core, the same divine soul.

"I'm not leaving. You should leave. I want to stay here a little longer."

God of Luck, seeing the stubborn God of Wealth of Wealth, stomped her foot.

Blockhead.

The other party did not inherit any of their previous characteristics, except for this one.

God of Luck raised her hands, pressed them to her temples, took two deep breaths, and barely managed to suppress her anger.

However, this is something that only the God of Wealth can resolve on his own; even he can't help in any way.

But...

This matter shouldn't end like this.

God of Luck moved her hand to the top of her head and pressed it against the wide-brimmed, dark black Wide-Brimmed Soft Hat. Beneath the brim, those honey-colored eyes gradually turned cold.

Those who abandon the God of God of Wealth will also be abandoned by good fortune.

Since they think the God of Wealth is easy to bully, then let's all try bullying this God of Luck and see if we're any easy targets.

Do you really think all Gods are easy to bully just because you encounter someone with a good temper?

Inside the God of Wealth Shrine, the God of Wealth sat quietly, gazing absently at the rain outside.

He has been here for 456 years.

Apart from that one God of Luck break today, no one else has ever stepped into this dilapidated temple.

He didn't know how long he wanted to stay there.

Perhaps in another hundred years, perhaps in another thousand years.

He just didn't want to go out.

Another hundred years passed.

On this day, a very light footstep came from below the stone steps. The person who came carried with them the crisp, cool air of the mountains and fields, and the hem of their clothes was still damp with rain.

The God of Wealth looked up.

A young girl was seen climbing the steps, holding a tattered bamboo umbrella.

The God of Wealth glanced at her, then looked away and returned his gaze to the rain.

Perhaps she was just a girl who had gotten lost by accident and was trapped by the heavy rain. Although this dilapidated temple was in a remote location, it could at least provide some shelter from the wind and rain.

If someone is willing to come, then let her come.

This place has been deserted for hundreds of years.

The girl closed her bamboo umbrella, shook off the rain, and stood at the temple entrance, but did not rush in. She raised her head and glanced at the Deity Statue of a god whose original appearance was no longer recognizable.

The girl bowed her head and respectfully performed three bows.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, I apologize for disturbing you. It's raining heavily in the mountains, and my bamboo umbrella is broken. I'd like to ask for lodging for the night and will leave tomorrow. I hope this won't bother you?"