The God Statue Speaks

The sky, the orange-red sunset slowly descended, casting its last rays upon the land.

Low concrete houses stood clustered on the ground, and groups of people, two or three together, walked with vacant expressions on the uneven streets.

The setting sun, filtering through the old-fashioned four-pane wooden window, struggled to dispel a hint of gloom in the room, shining on a cluttered desk.

On the floor beside the desk, several scattered, soiled piles of vomit lay.

A young man with slightly disheveled hair sat slumped before the desk, his bloodshot eyes revealing deep unease and panic, his gaze blankly sweeping over the various papers and books spread out on the desk, covered in writing.

Chaotic and disordered memories flashed rapidly through his mind.

Chen Fan, this was his current name, and also his name "before transmigrating."

That's right, he had transmigrated!

Before transmigrating, as a mediocre, struggling private detective, Chen Fan was mainly responsible for finding lost carbon-based life forms.

In layman's terms, it was finding lost cats and dogs for some well-off families.

Of course, with his good reputation, he occasionally received cases involving collecting evidence of extramarital affairs.

In certain necessary moments, he could even moonlight as a ride-share driver, a platform reviewer, a discount negotiator, and a ticket snatcher during the Spring Festival travel rush...

Overall, he was an ordinary person with "multiple skills."

But a sudden car accident completely shattered Chen Fan's originally peaceful and fulfilling life.

During a period of dazed, bizarre drifting, his consciousness seemed to be attracted by something, rapidly "falling" into this world.

"What the hell is this place..."

Chen Fan's face was pale, his gaze fixed blankly on the papers in front of him, a dry, hoarse murmur coming from deep in his throat.

His stomach burned and he felt a faint nausea, his thoughts a tangled mess. His brain even felt a vague dizziness, similar to that caused by prolonged lack of oxygen.

Perhaps because the owner of this body had been dead for too long, causing a large number of brain cells to die, at this moment, Chen Fan didn't have many memories related to the original owner, only some common-sense information about language and interpersonal relationships remained.

He took a few difficult, ragged breaths.

Driven by the will to survive, Chen Fan endured the severe discomfort coming from all over his body and began to examine his surroundings, trying to glean some basic information through his professional instincts.

His gaze quickly swept across the desk in front of him, finally stopping on a small, empty glass bottle.

Relying on the original owner's memory in his mind, Chen Fan quickly identified the words on the bottle – Sleeping Pill.

Combining the strong discomfort he felt and the piles of vomit at his feet, he quickly reached a simple conclusion: the original owner had committed suicide by taking sleeping pills.

The moment he concluded it was suicide, various reasons for suicide subconsciously surfaced in Chen Fan's mind.

Mental disorder? External stimulus? Or perhaps the so-called genetic factors?

Whichever it was, it wouldn't be good news for him right now!

Chen Fan's expression changed slightly, and he looked up at the room he was currently in.

It was a small, cramped room. All the furniture in the room was made of wood. Except for a device resembling an incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling, there were almost no electrical appliances visible.

Combined with the low concrete houses outside the window, it was basically certain that the technological level of this world was not developed – at least, the area he was currently in was not developed.

A large amount of scattered clothes were casually thrown in the corner, and a rather generous amount of food was placed beside the closed wooden door.

The original owner seemed to have stayed in this room for quite some time, and during this time, the original owner's family had provided him with decent quality food and drink.

It seemed the family relationship wasn't bad, so perhaps suicide due to family factors could be ruled out.

Chen Fan silently noted this clue in his mind, while also turning his gaze to the side of the room.

It was a somewhat old, large hanging painting. The painting depicted a female figure with a remarkably standard physique.

The reason for using "standard" to describe it was that the figure in the painting perfectly fit the golden ratio.

Because of this, the figure in the painting exuded a beauty that did not belong to the human world.

Coupled with the lines in the painting that were full of sacred meaning and the deep-seated sense of reverence that involuntarily arose in his mind, he quickly came to a conclusion: this was a God Statue depicting a goddess.

But... the size of this God Statue was clearly beyond common sense – it almost occupied the entire blank wall!

Looking at the God in the painting, who was high above, Chen Fan's expression became serious, and the sense of crisis that had not yet dissipated in his heart grew stronger.

Could it be that this world was still in an era of worshipping Gods?

This was definitely terrible news!

In Chen Fan's impression, a superstitious and feudal religious era was not a suitable time for ordinary people to live!

Leaving aside the oppression and harm inflicted by religion on ordinary people, the backward and low productivity and medical standards alone were enough to make Chen Fan feel terrified – he didn't want to experience those idealistic treatment methods that were no different from shamanistic rituals when he got sick!

Thinking of the various bizarre events he might encounter in the future, Chen Fan's anxiety intensified.

He nervously licked his dry lips, then turned around, trying to get more information from the papers and books on the desk that were covered in twisted and crooked writing.

Suddenly, an irregular knocking sound came from outside the closed wooden door, accompanied by a female voice with a hint of worry:

"Xiao Fan?"

It was the original owner's mother's voice!

Chen Fan's expression stiffened, and he subconsciously held his breath, while also slowing down his movements.

If someone were to discover "he" attempted suicide...

There was no need to think further; it would definitely lead to many unnecessary disputes, and even his identity as a transmigrator could be exposed!

Perhaps not hearing Chen Fan's response, the female voice outside the door gradually grew anxious: "You haven't left your room for three whole days."

"Tell Mom properly, what exactly happened?"

Along with the urgent questioning, the wooden door handle began to creak.

Keeping the door shut, claiming he was unwell?

Staying silent, pretending to be asleep?

Feigning madness and using amnesia to cover up the truth?

Breaking the window and escaping, becoming a vagrant from then on?

After quickly eliminating a few suicidal options that subconsciously popped into his mind, Chen Fan swiftly tidied up the messy desk, casually stuffing the sleeping pill bottle and the paper covered in writing into the drawer, and then...

He actively opened the door and walked out!

"Xiao Fan!"

Seeing the door open, a hint of surprise burst into Mother Chen's eyes.

She raised her hand and quickly wiped the corners of her eyes, muttering softly, "It's good that you're out, it's good that you're out..."

As she spoke, as if remembering something, she reached out and pulled Chen Fan, walking quickly towards the living room: "You haven't prayed to God these past few days."

"Quick, come with Mom to worship the God Statue first."

Worship the God Statue?

Chen Fan was stunned for a moment, and the previous conjectures about this world uncontrollably resurfaced in his mind.

Say less, make fewer mistakes. Chen Fan silently followed the middle-aged woman's steps.

The house was very small; in just a few steps, the two arrived in the narrow, dim living room.

Like his room, the incandescent light bulb hanging from the ceiling was the only electrical appliance in the living room.

Perhaps sensing Chen Fan's gaze, Mother Chen stopped and looked at the incandescent bulb emitting a dim yellow light, clasped her hands together in a prayerful gesture, and a look of piety appeared on her face: "Thank the Lord for the light bestowed upon the world..."

Hearing this, Chen Fan's expression became even more peculiar.

Thanking God for the grace bestowed upon the world while looking at an incandescent light bulb, a purely technological creation?

Was this style a bit too bizarre?

Although he was constantly complaining in his heart, "when in Rome, do as the Romans do," and to avoid unnecessary suspicion and disputes, Chen Fan still put aside the sense of incongruity in his heart and imitated his mother's prayerful gesture.

Seeing Chen Fan's actions, a hint of joy immediately flashed across Mother Chen's face.

"Xiao Fan, come."

Mother Chen called out softly and walked towards the other side of the living room again.

Chen Fan stiffly moved his legs and followed his mother's steps.

Passing the dining table and bypassing a wooden partition wall, a God Statue several tens of centimeters high suddenly came into his view!

The God Statue stood on a sturdy wooden table, and its appearance was precisely that of the female God depicted in the portrait he had seen in his room!

However, compared to the portrait, the God Statue's form appeared more dignified and majestic.

Beside Chen Fan, his mother had already knelt on the prayer mat in front of the God Statue at some point and once again clasped her hands together in a prayerful posture.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Seeing "Mother's" behavior, Chen Fan knelt on another prayer mat in a similar fashion.

"Xiao Fan, I see that your state hasn't been right lately. Is it because of becoming a God Chosen?"

"You are chosen by God, and God will always watch over you."

"Don't feel too much pressure. If you encounter any difficulties, you can talk to God properly, and God will definitely help you."

Mother Chen closed her eyes slightly and muttered devoutly.

Chen Fan raised an eyebrow, quickly noticing a key piece of information in Mother Chen's words.

He was a God Chosen, and a newly chosen one at that.

Judging from the literal meaning, this seemed like a good identity.

At least in feudal superstitious times, someone chosen by God should have a considerable social status.

This discovery slightly eased the unease in Chen Fan's heart.

As for what his mother said about God watching over him and God helping him... Chen Fan naturally cast those words to the back of his mind.

As a staunch materialist, he didn't believe in any deities.

"Xiao Fan?" his mother urged softly from the side.

Seeing that he couldn't remain silent any longer, countless thoughts flashed through Chen Fan's mind.

Under his mother's gaze, he moved his dry lips and whispered in a hoarse voice:

"I'm just a little lost."

"I heard that a twitching left eye means wealth, and a twitching right eye means disaster. Ever since I became a God Chosen, my right eyelid has been twitching, so..."

As he spoke, Chen Fan put his terrible acting skills to use, his eyes dimming as he let out a soft sigh.

Fight magic with magic.

Since you're talking to me about feudal superstition, I'll use feudal superstition to fight back!

His mother didn't say anything, just turned her head to look up at the God Statue on the wooden table.

Seeing that he had managed to fool her, Chen Fan immediately felt a sense of relief.

Looking at the God Statue? What's the use of looking at the God Statue?

Could the God Statue possibly speak?

Just as Chen Fan was secretly laughing to himself, a stiff, synthesized electronic voice came from the God Statue in front of him:

"A twitching right eyelid is an intermittent, involuntary clonic spasm of the orbicularis oculi muscle and facial nerve controlled by the brain. It is usually caused by excessive fatigue and is nothing to worry about."

At this moment, the expression on Chen Fan's face completely froze.

What the hell?

What was that?!

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