The Saint Is Troubled Today, Too

[Main story complete] Isel was undoubtedly the most qualified of all the saints. His golden hair shone like sunlight, and his gentle, tranquil blue eyes were like the waters of Lake Bernier. What people admired most was his devotion to God and his exceptionally pure holy light. Everyone said he was God’s most beloved child. Isel, too, believed he would serve God forever, spreading the glory of God across the entire continent. Until one day, he inexplicably connected to a forum and learned some terrible news. His world was a game. And he and his God would both become villains in it, destined to be overthrown. Vermin were gnawing away at the pillars of the holy temple, tarnishing its glory. A hero named Mowen was the protagonist, leading a band of heroes to overthrow the Church’s dark rule. Isel, who had never spoken harshly to anyone, watched the temple fall on the screen. He clenched his fists and glared at the hero pointing a sword at him, cheeks puffed in indignation. Isel had to find a way to get rid of the vermin and spread God’s glory once more. Luckily, there were also people called players. They looked pretty useful. After ruling the Yajia Continent for tens of thousands of years, God finally grew tired of that life and descended into the mortal world in the form of an ordinary person. After seeing what the holy temple was up to, He decided to lead the people in tearing down the towering temple. But He hadn’t expected to meet resistance right away. The pure and kind saint seemed to have no temper at all. He prayed to God every day, and lately he’d been doing it more and more often, even three times a day. Sometimes, he would secretly wipe away his tears. “God, Isel will love and worship You forever. Please don’t abandon Isel, either.” And yet this seemingly harmless little guy had simply stared at God’s incarnation with a stern expression the moment he saw Him. He held it in for a long, long time, then glared at Him. God was delighted. "God’s Diary" ① I deliberately said something bad about God today, and the little saint glared at me again. Not the least bit threatening. ② Said something bad again. The little saint started fighting back, but that night I heard him secretly badmouthing me in his prayers. ③ Oh no, I took the joke too far. He seems to really hate me now. I tried to descend and tell him to get along with my incarnation, but his tears made me shut up. ④ I regret it. How do I make it up to him? ○ God (Hero) gong × Saint shou. One-on-one in body and mind, no switching or reversing roles. Kindly refrain from role-swap fantasies. ○ The cover is a custom template. ○ Some comments on later chapters may disappear after revisions. _(:з"∠)_ -- Coming soon: His Little Paper Doll After the apocalypse ended, Lu Liuguang had yet to enjoy his hard-won peace when he discovered that he had transmigrated to a desolate planet. There were no resources, no food, and even getting a drink of water was difficult. Back in the apocalypse, the safe zones had plants and food. Here, there was nothing. It was like landing in a second apocalypse. On top of that, the harsh environment, neighbors with ulterior motives, and sinister creatures crawling out of the darkness at night all had their eyes on this seemingly weak and vulnerable new neighbor. Lu Liuguang, who currently lacked the ability to open his farming space: Forget it. I might as well start over. At the crucial moment, a baffling romance System appeared and told him he’d been bound to a romantic partner. As long as he provided them with emotional support, they’d have money, wealth, food, nutrient solution, and all sorts of other things! In a strange frame of mind, Lu Liuguang lifted his eyes slightly and met the gaze of someone who seemed to be watching him from the air. “Hello?” - The Emperor of the Empire recently needed time to recuperate. To keep his emotions stable, he opened a so-called healing cultivation game recommended by his doctor. The desolate planet’s landscape hit him head-on. Just looking at it made his mental pain feel even worse. The Emperor: A healing game? Before he could close the game, the only small patch of white amid the ashes lifted its face. His breathtaking features were filled with curiosity. “Hello? Are you the person I’m bound to?” “Could you give me a bottle of water? No, a glass. Thank you so much.” The Emperor’s finger had already tapped the in-game purchase menu before he realized it. … - The Emperor had always believed his little paper doll was the most delicate and innocent thing in the world. Sure, he could produce seeds the Emperor had never seen before, grow fresh vegetables, make delicious food, and bring life back to the entire desolate planet. But that only proved how capable his little paper doll was. The world around him was full of people who coveted him and harbored malicious intentions that put him in danger. Until one day, the Emperor opened the game and saw his adorable little paper doll gripping a strange creature by the neck, smiling as he asked whether it would dare trample his garden again. His bold, unrestrained manner was nothing like the way he acted around the Emperor. Lu Liuguang, whose character had suddenly fallen apart: … The Emperor, gazing at him with concern: Baby, be careful not to hurt your hand. Theme: Steadfastly follow the path you choose