The matter of getting back at Di Jiang was put on hold for the time being, and Zhao Gongming finally had some time to himself.
He took out the Investiture of the Gods List, which radiated the immense pressure of the Heavenly Dao.
Lying back in his rocking chair, he stroked the list, his gaze growing distant.
He murmured the brainwashing ad jingles from his previous life, the ones etched into his DNA.
"Hey, buddy, did you get a new phone?"
"What happened to the old one?"
"The old one... I left it at home and traded it in for a stainless-steel basin?"
"No, no, that's not right..."
Zhao Gongming shook his head and switched to another channel.
"Whoa, you got a new car? A Dayun heavy truck! Must've cost a fortune, huh?"
"Not at all! I bought it from XX Used Cars!"
"For just 99,000, you can own it outright—no middlemen taking a cut!"
As he muttered on, Zhao Gongming's gaze suddenly fixed on the Investiture of the Gods List.
An idea flashed through his mind, and he blurted out,
"Not working these days?"
"Just go to... SSOB Direct Hire! Find a job and talk directly to the boss!"
Zhao Gongming suddenly stiffened, then shot upright from his rocking chair, his eyes shining.
"Exactly! I'd been thinking way too small!"
Looking at the Investiture of the Gods List in his hands, Zhao Gongming's mind opened up.
"The original purpose of the Investiture of the Gods List was to fill the 365 vacant positions of the Heavenly Court's righteous gods."
"The goal was to keep the cycles of the celestial stars running. It was a good intention."
"In the original course of the Primordial Era, the reason everyone fought was that a tribulation was bearing down on them."
"They had