I Am the God of Addiction Recovery, and I Grant Everyone Clarity from the Start

When the System demands that I sacrifice my daughter in exchange for divine power, the universe’s only addict in recovery kneels by the bed and speaks three words that change everything: “I refuse.” From then on, I become the “universe’s biggest bad debt.” In a world powered by three addictions, “love, achievement, and survival,” I turn the tables and start harvesting them instead: I drain the school bully’s “emotional addiction,” making him fall to his knees in remorse, wanting nothing but to go home and eat; I inject the God of War with “negative values,” reducing his combat power to zero and leaving him writing philosophical poetry on the spot; I short the “addiction bonds” issued by the gods, bringing their believers’ faith crashing down overnight. My daughter, Li Xiaoman, is a “bug” the System cannot parse, and the last firewall protecting the code that can slay gods. Whenever I’m about to lose myself in absolute clarity, she pulls me back to the human world: “Daddy, the ‘clarity’ you have now hurts just as much as the ‘addiction’ they used to have.” From livestreaming the trial of the gods to building an enclave for the clear-minded, I finally understand: True strength does not mean becoming a new god. It means holding on to that awkward, clumsy humanity that lets me fold paper airplanes for my daughter. Because remembering “I’m Xiaoman’s dad” matters more than remembering “I’m a god.”