Nothing But Memories

Over the years, he had lost a great deal, and had even forgotten a great deal.

So sometimes, solitude was not truly frightening. What was frightening was oblivion.

Now, aside from his "memories," he had nothing left.

But even his "memories" were running low.

Oblivion was the most painful thing besides loneliness.

He leaned forward slightly, some emotion seeming to flash across his blurred face, and then he asked that meaningful question.

"Are you willing to accept my godhood?"

The reception hall fell silent, but only for a single breath. Zhou Qiubai made his choice.

"I refuse."

"Do you know what you're refusing?" The man was not angry. His tone carried a pure curiosity. "This is godhood. Something countless people kneel and beg for, and you reject it without even asking about it?"

"Godhood?"

"Godhood, yes." The man also seemed somewhat puzzled. "Power, eternity, authority. To turn your hand and make clouds, flip it and make rain, to decide with ease the life and death of billions of living beings. Are you truly not tempted at all?"

Zhou Qiubai did not answer directly, but asked in return, "If gods rule the mortal world, who grants them their authority?"

The man was just about to answer when Zhou Qiubai's second question followed right on its heels. "If they pen up blood-food, how is that different from raising beasts?"

Zhou Qiubai did not give him a chance to catch his breath and continued, "If they cut off people's path forward, how can that be called grace?"

Heh heh~

Since you say godhood is so wonderful, then with these three questions of mine, please give me an answer.

And not one of these three questions needed to be answered, because the answer was already within the question.

Gods ruled the mortal world, but