I Started to Become a God After I Died

I sat up on the stage in the funeral home. He had no clothes on and couldn't remember his name, but he could see the light floating above the dead man's head. The day the Guan Gong statue opened its eyes, I roared and it knelt down. The King of Hell then emerged from the ground and knelt even more thoroughly: "You are the way of heaven. Three thousand years ago, you broke yourself to seal the evil god. Now the seal is about to collapse. I beg you to die again." I prefer not. The evil god is my evil half. He whispers in the darkness, and the whole city's faith collapses overnight. But I don't intend to sacrifice, nor do I intend to save—I cut the divine power into pieces and distribute them to every ordinary person. The delivery boy was protected from the rain, and the senior high school girl was writing her papers with divine help, and the sanitation man found a clean escape route. When the sky splits, all mortals shine together. The evil god asked: Why do you shine? I said: Because they believe in themselves. The evil spirit is gone. The world has returned to fireworks. Three years later, there was a noodle shop at the entrance of the alley. The owner was cooking noodles, feeding cats, and quarreling with neighbors. It seemed... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.