Mo Shu was a life that appeared in a wrongfully dead ghost. He lifted his head in a daze.
[Kill them.] A voice rang out in his mind.
It wanted him to avenge the owner of this body, but humans were so complicated. There were inexplicable conflicts, inexplicable conversations, and an... inexplicably appearing younger brother.
The instructions also said: If you want your head to stop hurting, you have to kill the Lord God.
The Lord God? Who was that?
Lu Congshen returned from his travels, beaming as he circled around a young man, calling eagerly, "Big Brother."
The gods: "?" You old thing, how dare you call him that?
Lu Congshen had abandoned his post to travel and was punished with six months of confinement. He smiled as he threatened the Lord God. "Take good care of my brother, or you'll regret it."
The Lord God replied coolly, "Oh."
He loved all living beings, so of course he would love Lu Congshen's brother too. Lu Congshen's threat made no sense at all.
Then he met Mo Shu, watching him struggle to learn every human gesture and mannerism, yet remain separated from them by a veil of cold indifference.
He wasn't like an ordinary human. He was like someone the Lord God had left behind... an old friend.
At last, Lu Congshen's confinement ended. He hurried to find Mo Shu, only to see his brother standing beside the Lord God, who was holding his brother's hand and gazing at him with tender affection.
"Your Divine Majesty, so this is how you've been taking care of my brother?" Lu Congshen gritted his teeth so hard his pearly white teeth nearly cracked.
But at those words, his brother looked flustered, unsure where to rest his eyes.
Now what? Where should he stab this person to ensure their absolute death?
Theme: Love the world well
