Welcome, My King

In the caves, there was no sun or moon. In the blink of an eye, more than twenty days had passed, and it was already November. To be precise, today was November 2nd. In another five days, it would be the one-month anniversary of Zhang Tie becoming a holy man. If he could collect a monthly salary, Zhang Tie felt he ought to be due a decent sum by now.

By this point, most people's food reserves were gradually running dry. Though no one had gone hungry yet, Zhang Tie reckoned that in a few more days, he would have to reveal another "new miracle."

He could produce an endless stream of water with a bottle. But if food—or even things like Deep Sea Kraken meat—suddenly appeared out of nowhere, how was he supposed to explain that?

—To keep everyone from starving, the omnipotent god slew a Deep Sea Kraken and sent everyone meat.

The moment that thought surfaced in Zhang Tie's mind, he felt an ache in his balls.

Spring water appearing in a miracle was sacred...

Food appearing was barely acceptable too...

But if a pile of meat really appeared, then...

Zhang Tie remembered that even in mankind's religions and myths before the Great Cataclysm, among all the miracles, there seemed to have been no god who delivered roast meat to hungry people. When Moses led a crowd of starving people, the miracle God revealed to him was merely dew and water droplets turning into food that could fill their bellies—not steaks and roasted meat.

If it truly came to that, Zhang Tie had already decided that the instant he returned to the surface, he would change his appearance and find a chance to grease his soles and run. Damn it, he could not keep pretending to be