"Do you have a name?" The not-so-sincere believer asked, kneeling on the dirty ground.
The invisible and intangible evil god sat beside the altar, with his black hair pulled up high and meticulously, and his thin lips pursed softly: "No."
"Shall I give you a name? Follow my last name."
The believer raised his beautiful eyes and looked at the mighty and tall clay statue on the altar with a bit of amusement.
"Okay."
The believer made his request.
"Be my own God."
The evil god's deep voice was a bit doting: "Okay."
Less serious version:
In the wilderness, he found a small temple that leaked in the wind and flooded when it rained. Li Changen worshiped with a playful attitude.
"What's your wish?"
An old man's voice rang in his ears. Li Changen was frightened and looked around, but there was no one there. He looked up at the dusty clay statue on the altar.
Li Changen:...?
Get rich suddenly?
"There is a grave twenty steps to the east. Dig it yourself." The old man's numb voice sounded again.
"I won't do that immoral thing."
"Ten meters to the west there is a river with a mature river mussel in it. Use the knife on the altar to force it to spit out a bead for you."
"Would it be too cruel?"
"... The altar is from hundreds of years ago. Let's sell it."
"Then you are missing a dining table?"
"..."
The evil god kicked him out of the small ruined temple: "Get out!"
Li Changen: QAQ!
Ps: The evil god attacks, Li Changen suffers
Indifferent and ruthless attack words are ridiculous
Very, bloody hh
Purpose: Don't be feudal and superstitious