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Is there any other information?
"Yes," the subordinate said, flipping through the report, "The methods for fulfilling wishes have recently undergone significant changes."
I received the report Mu Ri and read it carefully.
The initial wish was fulfilled in a straightforward way.
Want wealth? I'll let you win the lottery. Want power? I'll enhance your Talents. Want love? I'll...
This is difficult; just use an aphrodisiac. She doesn't love you.
Things are different now.
Those who desire wealth are guided to rob the rich; those who desire power are guided to Killing treasures, and to cultivate evil arts; those who desire love are guided to imprison their beloved.
The report listed dozens of cases. In each case, the means to achieve the desire became distorted, extreme, and malicious.
Mu Ri at those reports, I remembered something from a long time ago.
Once, one of his henchmen sneaked into his room in the middle of the night, wanting to drink his blood, thinking that this would grant him God power. That man was a member of the "God Incarnation Faction, incredibly devout, so devout that he wanted to harm his own god.
His assessment of that person was -- an idiot.
But now, looking at these reports, he suddenly didn't find them laughable anymore.
Those believers who can get their wishes granted by "Living God" are among the most devout.
How devout are they? So devout that even if you made them eat excrement, they would compete to see who could eat it most deliciously, who could eat the most, and who could eat it more devoutly.
If one's faith in a particular object is based on a lack of critical thinking, judgment, and adherence to facts, then the more devout one becomes, the more foolish one will be.
For example, fandoms, extreme fundamentalism, diodes...
The world outside the window is brightly lit.
But beneath these lights, how many people are praying fervently for that "God of Omnipotence," how many are waiting for their wishes to be fulfilled, and how many are willing to pay any price for it?
That omnipotent God has begun to bare his fangs...
Regardless of individual joys and sorrows or struggles, time always flows forward relentlessly.
In the third year after the appearance of the "Living Gods ", the Suguang Civilization established a temporary base on a nearby planet.
It was a desolate, gray-red planet, without an atmosphere, without life, only endless Meteorite and dust.
But the engineers of the Tracing Light built a temporary city on it, using Mana to transform and maintain a suitable environment, and using nuclear fusion reactors to provide a continuous source of energy.
This marks the first step taken by the Suguang Civilization from its cradle.
At the same time, the Suguang Civilization itself successfully entered the mid -Information Age.
They ranked third on the [Civilization Rankings].
Over the past three years, the followers and doctrines of the [God Sect] have become increasingly distorted. Desires are expanding, and social chaos is escalating.
The way that being, known as the "Living God," grants wishes is becoming increasingly bizarre, and the wishes it chooses to grant are becoming increasingly outlandish.
It was as if He was conducting an experiment.
It's like testing the limits of humanity.
Until that day--
[The City Massacre Incident].
The Emberland Continent. The Emberland Civilization. The Karen City.
This is a city famous for its mining industry, with a population of about 500,000. The city is built on a mountainside, and mine pits are everywhere.
In the heart of Karen City stands a thirty-story commercial building.
A person was standing on the top of the building.
It was a girl dressed in Lolita fashion, standing at the edge.
The girl was slender, with narrow shoulders and a small waist. She had delicate features, a small nose, thin lips, and a pale rose-colored lipstick...
His Adam's apple was barely visible.
He is a young boy from Nanliang.
At the beginning of the month, I ordered a small cake; at the end of the month, I ordered the kind of small cake.
He stood at the edge of the building, looking down at the street scene thirty floors below.
Vehicles crawled like insects, and pedestrians looked as tiny as ants. The wind lifted his skirt, creating a slightly provocative effect.
In order to maintain his identity and physical characteristics, he must eat "sugar" at all times.
Those medications that maintain vital signs. Without those medications, the body would revert to its original state and lose its current appearance.
However, recently, the relevant agent in this city suffered a heartbreak and decided to stop shipping.
The phone is unreachable, messages go unanswered, and the shop is closed.
He spent money to buy the medicine, the money was transferred, but the medicine never arrived.
That was his last bit of money.
The most painful thing in this world is dying before you've spent all your money.
The most painful thing is living a life where all your money is gone.
What is the meaning of life?
He didn't know.
He first squatted on the top of the building, then silently knelt down and prayed to [God of Omnipotence] one last time.
"God."
He prayed softly.
"You are the sage above all things, the end and the beginning of the universe... Can you double my cultivation Talent and make me a powerful being?"
This is his greatest wish.
In this world, resources related to cultivation are limited.
The potions, cultivation techniques, and instruction manuals circulating in society are all ridiculously expensive; only magic academies can provide these resources at low prices or even for free.
However, magic academies have entry requirements—applicants need to meet Talent standards.
Xiao Nan's mother dreams of cultivating to the required aptitude, entering a magic academy, and becoming an extraordinary being.
Generally speaking, those who are extraordinary are not ugly. When they cultivate to a high level, they all have red lips and white teeth, skin as smooth as cream, and their bodies are as translucent as jade. They are like Azure Dragons, divine beasts reborn, and their human bodies Optimization to the extreme.
It can even adjust the body's structure.
Every extraordinary individual is practically Xiantian Lesser Southern Liang Sacred Body.
So he wanted to cultivate, to become stronger, and to become that kind of person.
Suddenly, a strange feeling descended upon me.
The feeling was indescribable, like being watched by something, or embraced by something.
Warm, reassuring, yet tinged with an inexplicable eeriness.
The Gods have appeared to us.
He was overjoyed and was about to express his gratitude when a thought suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Not romantic enough."
He was stunned.
The thought continued to come, and He felt that this wish was not romantic enough. This time, He descended to grant him a more romantic wish.
"Not romantic enough..." he murmured, then his eyes lit up. "Then can you be like me, a young Nanliang?"
Let the high and Gods become human beings.
There's nothing more exciting or romantic than this!
He refused again.
"Is this not going to work either...?"
He lowered his head, looking at the tiny figures below, and remained silent for a long time.
Then he looked up and said softly:
"In that case... let me announce my death to the world."
"Allow."
He smiled and stood up.
"To this world," he said, opening his arms as if to embrace the entire city, "I'm sending a unique will!"
He took a step forward and leaped down.
Falling.
The wind whistled in my ears, and my skirt billowed in the wind. Thirty stories high, enough to enjoy this final freefall.
Then--
His neck hit a clothesline.
"Click."
A soft sound.
His head separated from his body, his neck broke off, and blood gushed out.
The head, dripping with blood, flew through the air like a golf ball, propelled by the rope, tracing an arc before falling into the distance.
His body continued to fall, crashing to the ground, leaving him a bloody mess.
Meanwhile, hundreds of thousands of golf balls in the city took off in the same manner.
Thus, a ghost town was born.