She Deserved to Die, but You Deserve It More

The God of Wealth arrived at the God of Wealth Shrine.

He stood at the temple entrance and immediately spotted the kneeling figure inside.

The figure lay prostrate on the prayer mat, its shoulders and back trembling slightly, as if it had been kneeling for a long time.

Elena!

When the God of Wealth reappeared, he went to her side and placed his hand on her shoulder.

The moment his palm touched her, he suddenly felt a sense of unfamiliarity.

The body was thinner and more emaciated than he remembered.

His words seemed stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single sentence. "Elena, you..."

Elena, who had been kneeling on the ground, turned her head to the side.

She saw the face that had appeared in her dreams many times before.

She was shocked, and her tears briefly stopped.

The light in those eyes, which had lost their luster, gradually returned, from bewilderment to astonishment, from astonishment to disbelief, and finally all of it turned into a very soft call.

"God of Wealth... Grandpa."

The God of Wealth gazed at the face before him.

Twenty years have passed.

Human faces change, age, and bear the marks of time.

Fine lines appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her temples were streaked with white. The bright-eyed young girl of yesteryear now looked weary and worn.

But for the God of Wealth, that figure remains as vivid as ever.

Just like twenty years ago, she stood at the temple gate, holding that tattered bamboo umbrella, bowed three times to him, and softly asked if she could stay the night.

His mind, uncontrollably, recalled those ten years again.

For those ten years, she cleaned the temple every day and added lamps and incense every night.

She talked incessantly in front of his Deity Statue, talking about the harvest down the mountain, about the neighbor's cat, about herself...

She never asked for money, never made any wishes, but simply said over and over again, "Grandpa God of Wealth, how is your day?"

At first, the God of Wealth wasn't used to it, but after listening to it more often, it seemed to have become integrated into his life and he got used to it.

Those ten short years seemed so brief to him in the past, but it was precisely those ten years that gave him a completely different experience.

Later, the other person found someone who loved them and whom they loved in return.

The day of their wedding was the first time the God of Wealth descended from the mountain.

The God of Wealth knew that mortal life was short, so he always kept track of time, thinking that he would go back to visit the other person at a suitable time. But he never expected that when he returned, the person would have become like this.

The God of Wealth crouched down to look her in the eye.

His hand was still on her shoulder, the warmth of his palm seeping through her clothes, making her shiver.

"Elena, what happened to you...?"

Before she could finish speaking, Elena suddenly reached out and tremblingly covered his hand that was resting on her shoulder. Her hand was rough, her palms covered with calluses from a lifetime of hard work.

Elena stroked the back of the God of Wealth, as if confirming that this was not yet another dream. She laughed, and tears streamed down her face.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, you... you're back!"

Looking at Elena before him, the God of Wealth felt a mix of emotions.

It's too late, it's all too late.

This is the first time the God of Wealth has spent so much time with a mortal.

The emperor of the Saint Soren Empire was also his most devout follower.

But emperors have their own affairs of state and their own empires.

He would only come to the Deity Statue on a fixed day each month to pray, say a few earnest words, and then leave in a hurry.

He knelt before the altar, praying for national prosperity and favorable weather. His heart was filled with the entire empire, and to him, the God of God of Wealth was Gods who protected the country.

There has never been anyone like Elena.

She would place a bunch of freshly picked Wild Chrysanthemums in front of the altar, squat at the temple entrance to pull weeds, and while wiping the Deity Statue, she would chatter on and on about things in town.

They talked about what jobs the embroidery shop had taken on that day, how the neighbor's kid had been naughty again, and how the old locust tree down the mountain had blossomed, its branches full of white flowers, the fragrance of which could be smelled throughout the whole street.

She treated him like an elder she could talk to, chatting with him word by word, as if afraid he would be too lonely alone in the temple.

Therefore, his feelings for Elena were much deeper than his feelings for the emperor.

One is the Gods and the believer.

The other one is more like a family member.

In the heart of the God of Wealth, their status has never been the same.

Elena stared at the face before her in disbelief.

Twenty years have passed, and many memories from her youth seem to have faded in her mind, but one face and one figure remain exceptionally clear.

At this moment, this face was right in front of her, exactly the same as in her memory.

For a moment, she thought she was dreaming. If only it were all a dream.

Once you wake up, everything will return to your original happy life.

Pity...

Thinking of this, tears welled up in Elena's eyes again.

The God of Wealth wiped away the tears streaming down Elena's face with his fingers and gently comforted her, "Don't cry. I can go to the God of Time and ask him to resurrect your family."

He only needs to go to the God of Time to do this.

A few ordinary people are nothing more than a handful; they cannot disrupt the flow of time, nor can they shake the trajectory of Fate.

He thought the other party would probably agree.

This was not a difficult task for the God of Time.

At worst, I can owe them a favor and make it up to them later if there's an opportunity.

Elena remained silent for a long time before finally shaking her head.

"If you're worried they'll die again, I can make an exception and make you my Demigods."

The God of Wealth assumed the other party was worried about future retaliation, and after thinking for a while, gave this answer instead.

As long as the other party nods now, everything else will be fine for him.

Elena would be lying if she said she wasn't tempted.

For a fleeting moment, she almost agreed.

Her husband, her daughter... those faces flashed before her eyes, as if beckoning to her through the mist.

After a moment of silence, she gently shook her head.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, I'm sorry, I can't agree."

Twenty-five years ago, the God of Wealth asked Elena about this matter.

She refused.

Because she didn't want to have such a long life.

She didn't want decades to pass, and while she was still in her prime, her lover would be covered in wrinkles and have a full head of white hair.

She didn't want to send away one child and grandchild after another...

She didn't like that feeling at all.

She had already experienced the pain of parting once, and she didn't want to experience it a second time, much less a third or fourth...

Although the Grandpa God of Wealth has now promised that her relatives can also become Demigods.

But if she agrees, then what does she mean?

She didn't serve the Grandpa God of Wealth for this reason.

At that time, she only felt that she should repay the kindness, and that the temple on the mountain was too deserted; someone should relight the lamps in front of the Deity Statues and wipe the ashes off the incense table...

When she did those things, her mind was pure and she didn't want anything in return.

She didn't want to tarnish the feelings she had back then, or to disgrace the Grandpa God of Wealth.

Moreover, even Demigod would only be a burden to the Grandpa God of Wealth.

If a god truly intends to harm them, would the Grandpa God of Wealth be obligated to keep them by his side indefinitely?

She couldn't let the Grandpa God of Wealth bear such a heavy burden just because she was reluctant to part with him.

Elena felt she wasn't worthy of the Grandpa God of Wealth's efforts and didn't want to become a Grandpa God of Wealth chip for him.

For her, rather than bringing her family back to life and living in constant fear, it was better to wait a while and go be with them.

She looked up at the God of Wealth's still-youthful face and smiled.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, I'm already so happy that you came to see me."

"Grandpa God of Wealth, there's really no need. Since we can't be together in life, let's reunite in death."

Elena spoke, her voice softening.

"It's only now that I understand something. You once helped my ancestor, but my ancestor and my mother were separated by almost several generations. Before my mother died, she asked me to find the God of Wealth Shrine to repay your kindness. In fact, my mother just understood me very well and wanted me to live. And I am very fortunate that I found the meaning of life during this time. Therefore, my death has nothing to do with you. On the contrary, I am very grateful to you."

"Without you, I would have died thirty years ago. Grandpa God of Wealth, you don't need to feel guilty about me. In my heart, you will always be the greatest Gods."

Elena lowered her voice after speaking.

She had already taken poison when she arrived at the God of Wealth Shrine.

Life has already entered its final countdown.

And this period of time has been long enough for her.

She grew long enough for her to finish cleaning the Deity Statue of the Grandpa God of Wealth, long enough for her to meet the Grandpa God of Wealth, and long enough for her to talk to him for so long.

The God of Wealth embraced her, golden light emanating from his palm, as if he wanted to heal her.

But Elena held his hand down.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, no need. If this continues, they'll get impatient." She gave him one last look and said softly, "Also, Grandpa God of Wealth, please be careful."

After saying that, she stopped breathing.

Elena knew that the Grandpa God of Wealth was a god, unlike her. But she still couldn't help worrying about him.

She said, "Grandpa God of Wealth, please be careful."

Those were her last words in this world.

She knew he was high above her, knew he possessed boundless Divine Power...

But she was still worried.

She was worried about him.

Even if he were a god.

The moment Elena died, the God of Wealth vowed that whoever did it would pay the price.

Blood can only be washed with blood, and so can death.

The God of Wealth stood there, holding Elena's body, motionless.

Her body grew colder and colder in his arms, her temperature rising from warm to lukewarm, then to ice-cold, all in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. He held her, his palms still glowing with the golden light that hadn't yet faded, but that light couldn't illuminate anything.

Outside the temple, Wild Chrysanthemums cover the hillsides, which she planted one by one years ago, and they are now in full bloom.

The God of Wealth remained in that state until the God of God of Luck arrived.

That was the first time the God of Luck had seen the God of Wealth look like that.

As for the previous time he came, although the other party still looked listless, it wasn't as deathly still as it is now.

This is not to say that the incident did not sadden the God of Wealth. Rather, it is that when the God of Luck arrived, hundreds of years had passed since that That Matter.

The passage of hundreds of years has eventually taken away the sorrow in the heart of the God of Wealth.

Therefore, when the God of Luck arrives, the God of Wealth of wealth will not appear as it does now.

Back then, the God of Wealth was merely depressed, lazy, and lacking in energy. But the God of Wealth before us was devoid of any vitality, like a clay sculpture stripped of its soul, sitting there holding a mortal woman who had already turned cold, without even lifting his eyelids.

God of Luck walked over and hugged the God of Wealth from behind.

He didn't speak, but simply rested his chin on the God of God of Wealth's shoulder and tightened his arms around him.

I'm here, I'll always protect you.

This situation will absolutely never happen again.

At that time, God of Luck made a vow in her heart.

In the end, the God of Wealth buried Elena. Mortals believe in burial for peace, so how could he bear to leave her body exposed in the wilderness?

He buried Elena behind the God of Wealth Shrine.

Elena's family members were not found dead.

The God of Wealth then personally went to the place where she had lived before her death and retrieved a few items. He carefully collected these items one by one and buried them with her.

He personally carved the inscription when the monument was erected.

Standing before Elena's tombstone, the God of Wealth asked a question.

"Lucky, do you know who did this?"

God of Luck stood half a step behind him, paused for a moment, then nodded in acknowledgment, "I know."

"Yeah."

The God of Wealth's gaze fell on the three characters on the monument. He raised his hand and pressed the top of the monument, as if patting someone's head.

"That's good. I'll make him pay with his life."

The God of Wealth pulled himself out of that memory that still caused him immense grief.

He stared at the face before him that was almost identical to Elena's, but felt no joy whatsoever.

If they happened to meet elsewhere, he might glance at them calmly and then look away.

But of all things, it happened now, and the other party was brought here by a god, and in the other party's hand, there was that oil-paper umbrella that looked exactly like the one from before.

All these factors combined left the God of Wealth with nothing but boundless anger and rage towards the person before him.

"Who are you?"

The woman in black had just begun to smile when, before the smile could fully form, it was crushed by the God of Wealth's single thought.

"Oh dear, our God of God of Wealth is really in a hurry!"

The black- Gods watched as the people he had brought were gone, showing no regret whatsoever. Instead, he tilted his head and asked with great interest:

"Is there something wrong with it? That smile just now was almost exactly the same as the one you remember."

"So alike. Absolutely so. That's why she deserves to die. And you deserve to die even more."

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of God of Wealth was suddenly enveloped in a brilliant golden light.

Countless glittering golden objects appeared in mid-air: Gold Ingots, gold beads, gold bells... They hurtled towards the black-clad Gods with immense force.

Aside from that That Matter years ago, he rarely showed such anger.

So angry that I wanted to kill the other person General.

The God of Wealth couldn't understand why, even though Elena had been dead for so long, some gods were still unwilling to let her go and even wanted to use her to provoke him.

--Damn it.