How to Serve a Materialist God

A beautiful, tragic, powerful true divine shaman x a deceptively innocent, deranged false god

After three years of drought, Qi Yuan was tied to an altar as a rainmaking shaman. He didn't pray for rain, but instead summoned a god who fell from the sky.

The god was stunningly beautiful. He pressed a hand affectionately against Qi Yuan's neck and spoke softly: "Do you know how rain happens? Strong air currents in the atmosphere, pretty boy."

One moment, the sun was shining brightly. The next, the sky filled with dark clouds and it began to rain.

Xie Chen said he was a god sent from another world to save this one. He had a "System" that issued missions, and his goal was to help Qi Yuan unify the land.

From then on, everything around Qi Yuan changed in subtle ways. The haughty elders knelt at his feet and pledged allegiance. A priest who had just been arguing with him until they were red in the face suddenly lost control of his expression and laughed at the sky. Aside from using the so-called System for serious business, Xie Chen sometimes used it to indulge Qi Yuan, like making the stars come out for a day.

Everyone said Qi Yuan was incredibly fortunate. Only Qi Yuan saw the desire and malice in Xie Chen's eyes, and knew he was an utter madman.

Qi Yuan wanted him to get lost.

But no matter how much Qi Yuan provoked him, sometimes even clearly seeing the danger in his eyes, Xie Chen would smile the next moment, snuggle up to him, call him "pretty boy," and coax him not to be angry.

Qi Yuan coolly watched the tribes that had once looked down on him, as well as the tribes he had looked down on, suffer defeat after defeat. When the tribes were unified and he was elevated to the throne, Qi Yuan suddenly realized he was a puppet. Then came two revelations, one good and one bad.

The bad news: Xie Chen had lied. His was a world-destroying System, and he had helped Qi Yuan rise to power so he could take down the whole world more easily.

The good news: Xie Chen had fallen in love with him.

Qi Yuan thought it over and over, bathed, changed into fresh clothes, and knelt before the god's bed.

He watched as Xie Chen touched his cheek, his eyes filled with affection and disdain, as cold as ever.

Indecency could not win a god's compassion. Just as Qi Yuan was losing himself, he heard Xie Chen murmur softly: "Why would you think I'd give up the chance to go home for you, pretty boy?"

Only when Qi Yuan walked into the flames, fire licking at his snow-white undershirt, did he ask, one word at a time: "If you believe this world is fake, then what about your love for me?"

For the first time, the god who had believed in materialism all his life was utterly distraught, begging the shaman for mercy.

But this time, the shaman who had served him all his life did not answer.

Theme: Respect every beautiful thing and every dream