#About me pretending to be a god and making enemies everywhere right in front of the real one
#How do I deal with becoming the sworn enemy of the god I'm impersonating?
After transmigrating to another world, Yan Yi's unfamiliar appearance attracted the attention of human traffickers. On top of that, monsters were everywhere and danger lurked at every turn.
To protect himself, Yan Yi had no choice but to claim he was a god.
When asked which god he was, he looked around humbly, then casually pointed at the most handsome-looking statue among the divine idols.
Everyone immediately fell to their knees, welcoming him respectfully: "God Mushui, you've finally manifested yourself!"
God Mushui was revered by all, for protecting the natural growth of plants and trees and blessing the world with favorable weather.
The System told Yan Yi that he could only go home after accumulating enough hatred.
Under the name of this god, Yan Yi offended nobles above and commoners below, happily completing his mission.
Everyone hated him so much their teeth ached, but they put up with it because he was a god.
And of them all, no one hated Yan Yi more than Ruoeryi.
Yan Yi had torn down Ruoeryi's house, sold his sword, stabbed him in the back, and nearly tricked him into becoming a noble's lover...
Whenever Ruoeryi gritted his teeth and held a dagger to Yan Yi's throat, Yan Yi would taunt him smugly: "Can't be helped. I'm Mushui. You can't hurt me."
One day, a monster nearly killed Yan Yi. Ruoeryi suddenly revealed the power of God Mushui and shielded Yan Yi behind him.
Yan Yi quietly backed away. Ruoeryi curled his lip and sneered, "What, is God Mushui really that weak?"
Knowing when to yield is the mark of a wise man. Yan Yi immediately fell to his knees and sincerely apologized to the god he had offended time and again.
The man who claimed to be an ordinary ability user was actually the real God Mushui!
No wonder he'd targeted Yan Yi so many times. Yan Yi had been asking for trouble right in front of the real deal.
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