Luckily, I Stopped Myself

In western India, there is a myth.

The Goddess of Prosperity, who governs gold and food, gave birth to 160 million children, all of whom eventually became gods. Yet, the Goddess of Prosperity favored her firstborn, "Hastur," above all others.

Hastur was born with a greedy nature; he stole all the goddess's gold and sought to plunder all the grain as well.

Upon discovering this, the gods tore him into pieces.

To save Hastur, the Goddess of Prosperity hid him back within her own womb and placed a seal upon it.

Unable to find him, the gods joined together to cast a curse: Hastur would never receive the worship of mortals, and he would be scorched by food that had no owner.

Within the womb of the Goddess of Prosperity, Hastur possessed endless wealth, yet he was forced to endure an unending hunger.

A village in western India called Tumbbad is the location of the goddess's womb.

The local Rao family, driven by a desire for wealth, actually built a temple for Hastur, and from that day on, Tumbbad was plagued by perpetual rain.

The story is roughly divided into three stages. In 1918, Sarkar Rao was the village head and the only one who knew the secret of the treasure; he had a mistress and two illegitimate sons.

Sarkar took the secret of the treasure to his grave, but his great-grandmother, who had once entered the treasure vault and been bitten by Hastur, had turned into a long-lived monster, rotting all over and consumed by insatiable hunger.

In 1933, Vinayak Rao, the eldest son of Sarkar's mistress, grew to adulthood. He extracted the secret of the treasure from his great-grandmother, the monster, and successfully obtained gold coins, living a prosperous life until his old age, when he was killed by the "greed" of his son, Pandurang.

Wu Heng's paper was covered in dense writing.

This film is primarily a story about greed, and the most important element is the wealth bag at the waist of the "Son of God," Hastur.

He organized the plot, tore the paper into a ball, and flushed it down the toilet.

He locked his front door, donned a disguise, triggered the Tower Mark, and entered the Lighthouse.

Standing in the plaza within the Lighthouse, the vast, ocean-like darkness outside made one feel increasingly insignificant.

Wu Heng wandered around the plaza and was surprised to find an area lined with rows of signs, each detailing items for sale and their trading hours.

"Selling exorcism crucifixes, capable of blocking ordinary demons, 1,000 survival points, Lighthouse-certified, 1 point per 5 minutes of online time during Tower hours."

"Selling burial clothes of a century-old zombie, imbued with yin-evil energy, capable of deterring minor spirits, 900 survival points, Lighthouse-certified, 1 point per 3 minutes of online time during Tower hours."

Yin-evil paper umbrellas, zombie ribs, exorcism talismans, holy water, and so on—these signs listed a great many things.

They were all low-priced items with weak effects. With Lighthouse certification, the possibility of finding a bargain was non-existent; there was nothing particularly powerful to be found here.

Wu Heng spotted a stall with an attendant, where two customers were already waiting. He walked up and saw the sign on the stall:

"Selling gold, banknotes from various nations on Deep Blue Star, various modern technological items, individual firepower, reality negotiation, reality data modification, and pre-orders for various reality items."

The stall owner was a person wearing silver battle armor with a high-tech aesthetic, with cyan scales visible on the patches of exposed skin. He sat straight behind the table, registering the requests of the two customers in front of him on paper.

The two customers soon vanished on the spot, and it was Wu Heng's turn.

"Hello, what are your requirements? This is our catalog. It's a bit long, or you can just ask me directly."

The stall owner pulled out a book an inch thick, filled with illustrations, and handed it to Wu Heng.

"You can keep this catalog and look through it at your leisure. If you have any needs, feel free to come to our stall; we are here 24 hours a day. If something isn't on the list, you can also ask us."

Wu Heng flipped through the catalog. The first page read:

One million Red Moon Federation coins, price: 5 survival points.

One kilogram of gold, price: 3 survival points.

He flipped further: shotguns, submachine guns, Gatling guns, drones.

"I want 2 kilograms of gold, an SAA-13 shotgun plus 50 rounds of ammunition, two Shadow D28 Drones, 4 packs of 500ml blood plasma, and one modern technology gift pack."

As for the currency exchange on the first item, although the profit margin looked higher than selling ginseng, Wu Heng dared not use such exchanged money casually; the person before him was clearly a salesperson for some faction.

"That will be 60 survival points in total. Pick up the goods and pay in 10 minutes."

The stall owner said indifferently while recording with a pen.

Wu Heng turned to continue browsing other stalls, but the owner seemed to remember something he hadn't said.

"Hey!"

"Something else?" Wu Heng turned back, puzzled.

"That... welcome back next time." The stall owner added stiffly.

"Oh."

Ten minutes later, Wu Heng looked at his stuffed personal space: 10 exorcism talismans, 2 kilograms of gold, the shotgun, two drones, 4 packs of 500ml blood plasma, the modern technology gift pack, and the ice crystal ball.

The suitcase took up too much space, so Wu Heng didn't carry it, then triggered the Tower Mark: "Enter the plot world early."

[Identity information locked, Lighthouse ID: SL914]

[Current anchored world: Tumbbad]

[Teleportation countdown: 5 seconds.]

[4 seconds!]

[3 seconds!]

As the void shifted, Wu Heng passed through a barrier and appeared high in the air. Below him flowed the Ganges River, with a group of water-gatherers the size of ants gathered along the banks.

Wu Heng felt the information transmitted by the Tabaad seal.

World: Tumbbad

[Survival Mission: Survive for one week (Complete mission, reward 500 survival points.)]

[Plot Mission 1: Enter the Well of God (Complete mission, reward 1000 survival points)]

[Plot Mission 2: Kill the Son of God (Complete mission, reward 3000 survival points)]

[Number of entrants: 1]

[Descent countdown: 10 minutes (Enter immediately)]

"Enter immediately."

Cold raindrops slid down his face, and Wu Heng's eyes snapped open.

He looked down. He was wearing a dirty, old, gray-white short shirt, loose plain trousers, black cloth shoes, and a flat white cloth wrapped around his head.

Wu Heng felt his plot identity this time. He was just an ordinary porter, with only a few fragments of memory. It seemed the newcomer welfare period was over.

He looked around.

A light rain was drizzling from the sky. To the left of the muddy street were rows of adobe houses, and to the right were wooden sheds covered with gray netting. People were moving goods and selling merchandise.

Several dark green British Empire military sedans were parked by the roadside.

The people on the street were all wearing handmade black and white clothes. Occasionally, a few men in white robes appeared, and a few women in red robes covering their hair hurried past.

According to the information from his plot identity, this was Pune in 1935, located in western India, under British colonial rule.

"Ellie, you low-caste scum, hiding here! Come with us to see Raghav. Your interest has already tripled the principal."

Two middle-aged men in tight black short vests, with their hair tied in a bun, blocked Wu Heng from both sides. The darker-skinned middle-aged man sneered.

"You mean Raghav?"

Hearing the name, Wu Heng stopped the right leg he was about to kick out.

He felt it was too easy. He had thought he would have to search hard for the plot characters.

After entering hell and being imprisoned in the cage of thought, all his memories from his past life were very clear.

Raghav was an important supporting character in the movie. He coveted the protagonist Vinayak Rao's method of obtaining gold coins. He secretly followed him but was tricked by the protagonist into the Well of God, bitten by 'Hastur' and turned into a monster, and then burned to death by the protagonist.

"Very good, very good. Please lead the way!"

Wu Heng said calmly to the two ruffians in front of him.

These two, with their obviously unsavory appearance, suddenly blocked his path with a sneer. He had almost kicked them to death, these fragile thugs.

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