"Then what do you think? Pangu, who split heaven and earth; Gonggong, who angrily rammed Mount Buzhou; Xingtian, who danced with shield and axe..." Candle Dragon continued. "Were they gods, or humans?"
"I'm an atheist," Sun Hang replied.
"Then in your eyes, can those unimaginably powerful Primal Anomalies be called gods?"
"Why not?"
"Aren't you an atheist?"
"'God' is just a label, the same as 'Sun Hang' or 'Candle Dragon.' It carries no special meaning to me." Sun Hang smiled slyly. "I simply don't believe in those man-made religious idols."
Tianfu City, Anomaly Investigation Bureau.
Although the Longyanlei incident had ended, Yin Xiang, who had only recently become a full investigator, had no time to rest at all—while the fivefold overtime pay for full investigators was indeed tempting, the workload fully justified that amount.
Yin Xiang had gone nearly two days and nights without sleep. He glanced at the bitter black coffee in his cup, which tasted like traditional medicine, and could not help sighing... Drinking coffee to stay awake was no longer doing much. His eyelids felt as heavy as if two lumps of lead were hanging from them, that irresistible weight constantly dragging them down.
Yin Xiang could not help recalling a meme he had seen online: a group of corporate drones working themselves to death with overtime, so busy they did not even have time to drink coffee. An IV stand stood beside each of them, and strong coffee in IV bags was injected directly into their veins through needles.
Yin Xiang felt that perhaps he ought to find a syringe and inject concentrated coffee straight into his veins too—if it killed him, that would count as liberation.
"Chief... do we still have to keep sorting through this pile of documents tonight?" Yin Xiang weakly