The Main God Is Torturing the Scum in the Live Broadcast Again (Quickly Wear It)

Lazy Celestial Attack (Physical) *Slice Suffer Also known as: God does not fall in love with mortals Abuse the scum in exchange for suffering Have you ever seen the ancient Greek god in charge of the crematorium? The Lord God himself, who was enjoying a leisurely vacation, had his mobile communication device beeping loudly, the data of the novel he was responsible for collapsed, and the protagonist group committed mass suicide. This time, the crematorium really became a crematorium. This death efficiency, before the Lord God could even take a breath, the superiors almost sent him to the underworld. The Lord God, who was forced to work overtime, looked at the data fragments of the protagonists of the crematorium in his hands and fell into deep thought. How did these handsome, stylish, talented, and gold-coined male protagonists fail in Crematorium? The Lord God penetrated into the hard work of repairing data in the novel, worked passively and slackly day after day, and somehow became Bai Yueguang, the predecessor of everyone in the novel. Facts have proven that being diligent is worse than being passive. Instead of taking the initiative, it's better to lie back and enjoy it. —— A melodious piano melody came from far away to the nearby place. There was a very decadent-looking man in black clothes sitting in a room surrounded by white. In front of him, sat an equally young man. But the young man seemed unable to see clearly the man's face and facial features. He was hidden in a layer of translucent clouds, and he could only see the blurry bridge of his nose and slightly parted lips. "Who are you?" "I am a programmer in charge of the crematorium data in the upper plane. Oh... In the eyes of you humans, I am probably a god." The man's lips were slightly parted, and his voice was ethereal, with a low and delicate undertone, and a timbre like a violin. "The higher ups noticed that there seems to be something wrong with the data in your world, which caused you... Let me see, Chu Ci, right?" He pondered, lowering his head slightly and opening the record book in his hand. His long fingers crossed the paper, which was particularly clear in the extremely empty room. "Causing you to commit suicide, didn't it?" The tone of his speech was cold and cold, without any ups and downs or emotions. He sat high up and looked down at the man named Chu Ci below. One of his raised calves and his leather-shoeed feet lifted Chu Ci's face, and he saw that his face was now full of hurried tears. "Okay, don't cry." The man seemed to have little patience. He doesn't have any tricks to coax people. He is a god, not a nanny in a day care center. "Your body will be handed over to me below. I will requisition it for maintenance and then return it to you. It is expected to be... Five to ten years. Is that acceptable?" He said as he took out the contract from the briefcase on his side. "Forgot, you don't have the right to refuse." The man touched Chu Ci's back lightly with his toe, not very hard, but it was obvious that he was urging, "Before you sign the contract, I have two questions to ask you." "First question, do you regret it?" "I regret it! I regret it very much. I should have known a long time ago that he doesn't love me. He just wants to use me to gain fame and let me write songs for him... I..." Chu Ci's excessive word order made the man feel noisy and bored. He waved his hand, but he didn't know what method he used, and the man was speechless. The man untied his mouth, "Okay, last question. Do you still love him?" Chu Ci seemed to be immersed in some scene. He lowered his head silently. It took him a long time to finally muster up the courage. His lips opened and closed, his throat moved, but he couldn't say a word. Because the answer he wanted to say was completely different from his true inner thoughts, but mortals cannot lie to gods. Understanding Chu Ci's answer, the man chuckled, raised his lips, and showed an obvious smile. "As expected, he is a love-minded male protagonist who cannot fall in love. It seems that this data is very successful." "Feder, close the door and see the guests away." He stood up from the chair, his leather shoes making a dull scraping sound on the ground. He held his briefcase and reached out to call up a piece of data. "Let's go to work." —The first world: "You are lucky to have me write songs for you" Composer*A-list singer Ruthless scumbag*Trainer newcomer Writing poems for you, writing lyrics for you, doing impossible things for you, full of affection are considered unspoken rules. The second world "What do you owe me here?" Good-hearted creditors * Scumbags who owe loan sharks * Debt-collecting gangsters Facts have proved that if you show kindness casually, you will not only be blackmailed, but also killed. The third world "Do you think you are great?" Kind-hearted rural attack * ungrateful petty bourgeoisie boss scumbag * boss's immediate superior It's not my fault that I'm infatuated. It's my bad luck that I saved a frozen snake on the roadside. Intention: Only by never forgetting your original intention can you achieve success.