The Domineering Boss's Beloved Wife Died in Childbirth. He Ordered That Everyone Present Should Be Buried with Her. I Was Innocently Involved as Soon as I Was Delivering the Meal.

I made a bet with the gods, and the gods called me stupid. He said I was mentally ill and should just be a cannon fodder. But I am not willing to accept it. Why should I be cannon fodder from birth and be used as a stepping stone for others? Bah, I'm obviously not even a stepping stone. God, aren't you omnipotent? Please save me! The god didn't speak, and his golden eyes raised slightly. The delicate chin was raised high, and the white fingers with clear joints lifted my chin and said slowly: "Then what are you willing to pay in exchange?"