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"Our human lives have no meaning to begin with. Faith in the Lord is our only value, and dying for the Lord is the greatest glory."
They believed this from the bottom of their hearts. They truly felt that being alive had no meaning whatsoever. Compared with living, becoming sacrifices to a god might be the best way to increase the value of their lives, even if they were merely trampled to death and sacrificed on a whim.
They genuinely regretted that they had not died and could not die at their god's hands, but instead lived on meaninglessly.
"O Lord, I am willing to die!"
He had not hesitated in the slightest to kill himself, and had even been delighted. His delight had been genuine, because his god had personally ordered him to die-whatever the order was, the order itself meant that his god had noticed him. Was that not an immense honor?
That was why the others had looked at the corpse with envy.
The True Creator suddenly understood something.
Humans regard me as their only truth, as their reason for existing. Providing faith is the sole value of their lives.
The productivity of Beyonders covered every aspect of society. Ordinary people could enjoy comfortable lives through fixed daily rations even without doing anything, so they felt they had no value at all and began pursuing death instead.
And Beyonders did not need to work day and night either. During thunderstorms, capturing just a few bolts of lightning was enough to supply the entire world with electricity. The growth of plants and animals received the blessings of Beyonders, making meat and staple foods inexhaustible. The True Creator had not restricted the types of food either. After attaining material abundance, humans living under his protection could freely pursue