Qin Fen held his phone in one hand and Nian in the other, completely at a loss. The truth of the matter seemed rather hard to accept.
It really had nothing to do with God. Qin Fen was now certain that he himself had set all of this in motion, but damn it, did the other side really think so?
That line about an omnipotent being left him utterly disoriented. Did I just change jobs again?
"Did you really find the Ten Commandments?" Qin Fen asked again.
"Yes. Thank you. You are the light that guides me. Without you, my people would never have believed my words. Now everyone is well, their hearts are steady and their wills resolute. Under your guidance, we will surely leave Egypt and never again be enslaved. My Lord, please allow me to prostrate myself at your feet and bask in your holy light!"
That flattery made Qin Fen's gums ache. His balls were practically shattered. The biggest problem was not who he had become—this was all a misunderstanding. But he was too embarrassed to explain, and even if he did, the other man probably would not believe him. He could only swallow it down.
What he was considering now was something else: history would not change, so what the hell was going to happen with the Red Sea?
That was what troubled Qin Fen. According to legend, Moses had parted the Red Sea by borrowing God's divine power. But where was God now? The chef could pretend to be some mysterious deity, sure, but split the sea? He simply could not do that.
He flipped through the emoji gift pack, and a bead of cold sweat immediately rolled down his face. There did not seem to be a single suitable one.
Forget it. He