Deducing Godhood from the Fetal Stage

Chapter 51 Should Be Executed

Zhang Fan's body was trembling violently.

Countless viscous, shadowy tentacles grew from his body, connecting with the churning black pool beneath the floor.

His skin began to crack, and a ghostly green light shone through the cracks, making him look like a piece of pottery that was breaking apart and filled with filth.

"It's just killing a boss..."

He raised his head, a twisted smile squeezing out of his shattered face, his voice a mixture of his natural voice and some inhuman echo: "What, you scions of noble families can't stand it? You think ants like us aren't worthy of resisting?"

"It's just killing a boss, isn't it?"

Jiang Yun countered with a question.

He took a step forward, his shoes making a slight "sizzling" sound as they stepped on the sticky bloodstains.

"If you really suffer some injustice and are driven to a dead end, and you retaliate in kind, I might feel sorry for you, and even respect you as a warrior."

His gaze swept over the female corpse with its back ripped open in the center of the living room, over the dishes on the coffee table steaming eerily, and finally settled on Zhang Fan's face.

"But look at what you're doing, is that really human?"

Stop making excuses for yourself.

Jiang Yun shook her head, her tone icy, almost pitying, "Dissatisfaction is just the medium. Every wrong has its perpetrator, and you..."

He raised his hand, pointing to the fat man kneeling dead on the ground, and then to the void.

"You're only harming the innocent. Killing people's wives and children isn't enough; you also have to hurt students who have no grudge against you, using their suffering to hone your own abilities."

"What's the difference between you and the boss you hate?"

"What do you know?!"

Zhang Fan roared, and his shadow tentacles danced wildly.

"What do you know, someone who's been born with everything?! I work overtime until 3 AM every day! And him? He takes my code to claim awards, drives luxury cars, plays around with women, and still criticizes me for being slow!"

"On what grounds?"

His voice finally betrayed a genuine, venomous resentment.

"Yes, I was displaced. So what? Those students, they've never worked, they've never experienced my pain, so what gives them the right to arguing with me online and label me?"

"Don't advise others to do good if you haven't experienced their suffering!"

"They haven't experienced anything like this, yet they're spewing insults online. Why should I have to stay in my rented apartment eating instant noodles and fixing bugs, while they can continue attending classes, dating, and shopping?"

Jiang Yun remained silent for a few seconds.

Because he truly understands.

In his past life, he had also been in his office at three in the morning, looking out at the city lights, feeling the same resentment.

Why do you lower yourself so much, yet still get the lowest pay for the hardest work? Why don't you have a relative who owns a company?

Sometimes when I complain to my family, the elders say, "Oh, why don't you buy some fruit and visit your boss more often?"

What a joke! He has a good friend who got promoted. Once you start chatting, he'll secretly treat the boss to meals and massages, each of which costs hundreds or thousands of dollars.

He doesn't have the means at home, yet he acts like he knows everything. Does any leader really need a few pieces of fruit from him?

It's just that there were more opportunities in their time.

There were a few moments when he felt that the world might as well be destroyed.

However, he still believes that what makes a person human is that they have morality and will not destroy the happiness of others just because they are suffering.

"I can't be bothered to talk to you."

Jiang Yun stopped looking at him and instead looked at the thick, ink-like ground around him, from which countless dense shadow tentacles emerged and danced wildly.

Pang Lele's screams as she was burned by flames, the sound of wind as Wang Qian's mother jumped off the cliff, and even further back, the final fears of those victims whose names were never even recorded.

These sounds intertwine into a distorted hymn, which becomes nourishment, soon to be uploaded to the divine kingdom that represents suffering.

Aksero.

A god from beyond the realm who feeds on despair and resentment.

He was completely ignored.

"Miss, this is a fourth-tier wizard guiding the will of a god. The rank can be raised to the fifth tier. However, this will is only performing the guiding act and will not harm you, but we cannot handle it."

Wei Yun's voice came from the side: "I have already notified the Bureau of Abnormalities to bring out the forbidden item to deal with it."

Jiang Yun did not answer. "The will of the gods, to raise my rank by two levels?"

I don't know how many levels a Dao Venerable-level possession can raise, but at least the hidden senses didn't trigger an alarm, so it seems like it should be possible.

Jiang Yun coldly watched those disgusting tentacles dance wildly and arrogantly.

"You're pretty smug right now, aren't you?"

Jiang Yun asked, "While we ordinary folks are making a huge fuss over what to do overtime or what to do online, you sit high above us, happily reaping our suffering as resources to sustain yourself."

The tentacles did not answer, but danced even more joyfully.

"Ha, as expected, your rank is too low. You don't care about our joys and sorrows at all. You just check how much painful emotion you've collected when you wake up from a dream."

"But since you want me to be free of such thoughts, I'm not satisfied with just killing one cultist."

"It's pointless to kill one of your tools."

He pulled a fruit knife from his pocket, threw away the sheath, and calmly looked at the tentacles.

"I'm here to kill you."

The tentacles paused for a moment, as if they had heard a joke, but then continued to busy themselves with guiding Zhang Fan. A mere second-realm cultivator couldn't even break through the guiding light barrier, so they really had no interest in paying attention to him.

"With blood still flowing and iron-willed, I draw my sword tonight, intent on slaying this slave."

Jiang Yun read out the first sentence.

The moment the words left his mouth, the fruit knife in his hand emitted a faint golden light and transformed into a golden-white longsword, Lin Yuan, Jian Chen.

He took another step forward.

"The servants of the noble families still wear clean clothes, while the bones of the surviving people weep in the desolate wilderness."

As the two sentences fell, Jiang Yun seemed to see Wang Qian's doubts before her death, hear Pang Lele's mother's pain, and hear the lives of those who jumped off buildings, were made into sacrifices, and were made into dishes.

All sorts of heavy emotions gathered in the longsword in his hand.

The tentacles were shocked to find countless black, sticky tentacles wrapped around him, firmly controlling him to prevent him from interfering with the guiding ritual.

So when he tried to say the third sentence, it was as if something was blocking his way, and he couldn't say it no matter what.

It was those black divine lights.

"Don't be afraid."

A gentle and calm male voice suddenly rang out in my heart.

It wasn't Wei Yun. Nor was it any voice he recognized.

This is the voice of Lord Xuanjing.

"This move cuts through all the helplessness of 'it should be this way' in this world, the tragedies of 'no one is wrong, but they are wrong,' and the 'why' in one's heart."

Jiang Yun was stunned.

The voice in your heart continued, "Think back, where did that resentment in your heart come from?"

"Then,"

"Cut it out."

The moment the words fell, countless sounds, images, and emotions overwhelmed my defenses.

Yes, why is that?

He heard Pang Lele's mother's broken, suppressed sobs coming from the hospital room: "My little girl... Mommy's here..."

I also saw the iron box and a few crumpled banknotes in the hand of Wang Qian's mother before she jumped down from the hospital building, which seemed like an absurd and cruel joke.

"I can't pay you back with money, so I'll pay with my life!"

And even more distant, almost forgotten—

In my past life, I remembered the scorching sun of Black State, the stench of the epidemic area, the cold shirking of colleagues, the greedy face of my boss, the monotonous "beep beep" of the medical equipment by my mother's bedside, and the glaring number on my bank card balance.

Past life and present life, two worlds, the same suffering.

Yeah, why should we?

Why are hard-working people looked down upon, and why do those who strive have no future?

Why should reality be so cruel, yet we insist on giving him non-existent hope, telling him over and over again that he should try harder and that he will succeed?

Does life, to those high above them, only deserve to be a number?

Jiang Yun looked at the small living room.

My mind was filled with questions.

Zhang Fan's body was mostly absorbed into the darkness, a manic, liberated smile on his face, as if he were about to be embraced by eternity and painlessness.

No, absolutely not. He has reincarnated 80,000 times in the realm of reincarnation. He knows all too well how many corpses of his kind a new life must consume to be born—300 million!

Such a precious miracle.

But those who dwell high in the heavens regard them as mere numbers and provisions, as something to be harvested, manipulated, and sacrificed at will...

Consumables.

He should be executed.

He deserves to be executed!

Jiang Yun gripped the sword in his hand and recited the last two lines of "Sword Song Slaughtering the Jade Terrace".

"The common people are all fish and bass, and the land has been a melting pot for generations."

Countless rays of light enveloped him, and his mother's body grew taller and more imposing, transforming him into the likeness of Ye Zhigui.

"With only his eight-foot frame firmly planted on the ground, he dares to save the common people—a true hero!"

After reciting this last sentence, he finally saw the small seal script engraved on the other side of the longsword—

【Seeing Dust】

Standing on the edge of the abyss, one sees only dust. The energy of Xin metal and the light of Ren water surge and sharpen, soaring into the clouds!

Wei Yun's eyes widened suddenly. It was actually the will of the Divine Lord Xuanjing possessing her. His realm had reached the Dao Lord level, and his status was equivalent to that of a Pillar God!

Rank upgrade, fourth tier!

Those tentacles that ignored him and recklessly enjoyed harvesting painful emotions finally became chaotic. A voice seemed to come from the endless starry sky, crossing the Milky Way, carrying anger and terror!

"Ye Zhigui! Ye Zhigui!"

"How could you come back?"

"How dare you come back!"