It Is Better to Be a Cow and a Horse Than to Believe in Evil Gods

#Lofty gods walk down the altar for love VS pious and forbearing believers rush to the abyss for love# #,, concealing the truth from the truth and interweaving a big lie# Wen Qing is a purebred social cow and horse in the new era. There are seniors and juniors, with a monthly salary of two thousand five thousand. His life is harder than that of Huang Lian. He is unlucky and lucky, and he can't keep his money. "Oh~ This time it's leukemia, and it's acute~" A very unsatisfied voice sounded in Wen Qing's ears, and she gloated, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, your body will collapse sooner or later, why are you so stubborn -" "That's so long-winded." Wen Qing opened the umbrella, stepped out of the hospital gate, and walked into the rain. She casually rubbed the test sheet and threw it into the trash can. "What the hell did you do?" "Oh my! Why are you talking? I can't do it -" There was no one around him, but his voice was still there, smiling like a child, and artificially, "You and I are from the same origin, so I naturally wish you well. Your flesh and blood are weak, so it's better to be freed as soon as possible. Listen to me, a knife through the heart will not only prevent you from torture, but also make you strong enough to transcend this place!" "Ha," Wen Qing sneered noncommittally, "Do you think I will believe it?" Workers don't believe in trying to spread the pie. Da, da, da - he was walking alone in the dark and muddy alley, and two kinds of footprints appeared behind him. One is clear and steady, moving forward; the other is heavy and light, messy and empty. The two footprints gradually overlapped. The words melted into the heavy rain, lingering around Wen Qing, who was as mad as a gangrene: "What's the good of being an ordinary person who follows the rules? Why don't you believe me? It's so sad..." "We are all abandoned souls. We don't belong to this world in the first place. Why should we be limited to the body, entangled in worldly etiquette, and indulge in pleasure? Hehehe..." "Shut up, it's too noisy." —————— Wen Qing often had some tortureable thoughts in his mind: I really wanted to hang street lamps on those capitalists, I really wanted to miss the customers who were looking for trouble, I really wanted to destroy the world... It's normal to be a little crazy at work, but being emotionally stable is a different price. Until one day, I really want to die... Wen Qing suddenly felt that his brain was indeed not normal. He went to the city hospital for a checkup and found that his brain was fine and his body was sick. Tnnd, it's not even considered a work-related injury! Working a crappy shift every day, being poor and unlucky, living too tiredly, I need to reincarnate and start over. But in the end, Wen Qing still went to the hospital for treatment and tried his best to survive. Because he made a promise to live like a human being. So on the seventh day of treatment while working, he was drawn into the space rift between the otherworldly plane and the real world - the weird arena, God's amusement park. [It has been detected that you are exuding extremely strong resentment and strong desire] Wen Qing: "... Which worker is more resentful than a ghost?" Want to gain great power and endless wealth? Beat the game! Contribute a wonderful performance! All wishes can come true! Wen Qing: "How much is the basic salary? Are there five insurances, one housing fund, and work-related injury compensation? Nine to five? Regular weekends? Overtime allowance? What are the prospects for game development..." [Sorry, this system cannot answer the question. Do you want to live? As long as you reach the top, nothing will be a problem! Wen Qing: "... Isn't it really some kind of illegal organization? I am a good citizen." Vision of a multinational group's kidnapper drawing a pie. […Oh, then go to hell. Wen Qing: "......" For the sake of life, it is not impossible to do sit-ups. Social animals are best at being able to bend and stretch. No matter where they work, it is not a part-time job. ——————— An edict from the old god—— Eradicate heretics. System panel opens—— [Dear players, please remember, abide by the rules and stay sensible! Completely corrupted, you will stay in the dungeon forever and look forward to your return. [Initial alienation value: 40%, new copy will be drawn soon, countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1——] Then Wen Qing was drawn into the highly difficult S-level original copy [Godly Figurine]. Debuff was so stacked that it almost turned into an urn on the first day. Qing Wen (non-chieftain): ... Japanese. It's too much, let you see what it means to "rectify the workplace" and "cheap goods are not good". —————— A lot of new things have happened in Central City recently. First, the original dungeons in the dungeon hall were forced to close one after another, and there were even advanced dungeons among them, which was simply unheard of. Then all the temples issued the most wanted notices, and the wanted person was actually just a newcomer? ! ! In front of the red list, Player A pushed the person next to him: "Do you know? I heard that the wanted newcomer Wen Qing is the big boss who bombs copies every day." Wen Qing pulled the prop cloak and lowered his voice: "Brother, you are so well-informed! Didn't the temple say it protects players? Why are they still wanted?" Player A heard the words proudly, and the two brothers patted Wen Qing's shoulders nicely: "Hey, what's this~ The newcomer probably offended the gods enshrined in the temple - eh? What's wrong with you?" Wen Qing's body trembled, and he pressed his chest with his hands. He looked incomprehensible, and tried to speak calmly: "Haha, it's okay, I've got my old habit - by the way, it's almost time to enter the exam! I'll excuse you, brother!" He turned around and quickly squeezed out of the crowd, clicked on the panel, and switched to the private apartment. Just as he closed the door, the black mist behind him condensed into a human shape. Cold hands pinched his chin, and he leaned closer and whispered: "You... Are only allowed to talk to me... You are half of me." Wen Qing's forehead had bulging veins. Who the hell is your half? ! Pull your groping tentacles out of my clothes! ! ! I don't sell my body but my art! Selling oneself is another price! —————— "Can you become my disciple?" "Why should I be your disciple?" "Because I am a god, and all qualified gods have followers." "Gods are amazing? Don't you always say that being a god is too boring and you want to be a human being?" "It's indeed boring... But I think it's better to be a qualified god, so that I can protect believers." "... Okay, but I'm stingy and you can only have me." "Okay." Later, when Wen Qing grew up, she thought of this past incident and smiled to herself. Sure enough, she was still very stingy. Someone once told him that medicine cannot cure the poor, and smoke cannot solve all difficulties; if you are not drunk with wine, you will feel sad, but love is not as strong as gold; people are not as old as before, and you can't gather and disperse according to your will; everything is fate, and you can't control it at all. Human beings are best at self-deception. Yeah? He doesn't believe in fate. He wanted to fight for it. [On the surface he is calm and sane, but from time to time he criticizes a classy girl VS The ultimate love brain devil attack who wakes up not only being robbed but also stupid] Reading guide: 1. It may involve a trace amount of Cthulhu elements (well... Maybe it's just a borrowed name, the world view background is still being improved), the framework is roughly figured out, and the core plot should not be significantly changed in the future; 2. Sc, it's a two-way trip. 3. There is a live broadcast element, but it cannot be interactive, and the audience is not just players. Purpose: No matter what the reality is, we must live bravely and well.