"Hello, master. I'm one of the Cat-Faced People, and I had a nightmare last night."
In a settlement in Beginner Village, a Cat-Faced Village Chief spoke to a Diviner, looking as though he had lost his mind.
The Diviner wore a black robe that trailed along the ground. His hands were aged, and his beard was long.
In front of a simple wooden table stood a homemade advertising sign:
"Services: Divination, dream interpretation."
"Price: One piece of knowledge."
The Diviner glanced at the Cat-Faced man. "Would you like your dream interpreted? First, you must pay with a piece of knowledge."
"But I have no knowledge. All I have are my experiences living in poverty."
"That doesn't matter," the Diviner said.
Thinking the man wanted money, the Cat-Faced man said uneasily, "But master, I don't have any money either."
"It doesn't matter. None of that is important. I can divine the future, and I can see that you will achieve great glory, become a cat god, and roam the heavens. All you need to do is cooperate with me in a test."
The Diviner waved a hand, his wide sleeve revealing an aged arm.
"Master, is that really true? What do I have to do to become a god? What is the test?" Hope shone in the impoverished Cat-Faced man's eyes, and he grew tremendously excited.
He had received no education at all. Ignorant was the word that best described both his intelligence and his character.
"That path is unclear. In the end, you will be swept into eternal blind madness, unable even to ponder the meaning of your life as a cat. Are you certain?" the Diviner asked solemnly.
"Huh?"
The Cat-Faced man was startled to hear how it would end.
"Now, you have two choices."
"Would you rather live