Creating a God

He walked out of the right side of the tent and entered the left side.

Lifting the curtain, a pungent stench of blood rushed into his face, mixing in the air and making it almost hard to breathe, but he still endured it and approached.

His gaze bypassed the Red-Robed Angels' tent, looking toward the several chests behind them.

The chests were piled up like a small mountain, densely filled with hearts inside, each one fresh and beating.

Everyone from the Old World who entered the left side of the tent had their hearts gouged out by the Red-Robed Angels. Their blood, distinct and varied, merged into the "Flower of Evil," becoming nutrients to nourish it.

Each heart was placed into a wooden box, and then delivered by a designated person to the New World's "Mubian." Mubian was the most prosperous and wealthy town in the New World, where the "God" and his "God Servants" resided.

The hearts would be offered to the "God" of the New World, becoming his food.

His gaze rested on those hearts, one of which belonged to Xi Chang.

A Red-Robed Angel swept a cold gaze over him. His heart pounded wildly, as if it could leap out at any moment, and his hands turned icy. But the Red-Robed Angel only spared him a glance before ignoring him, and he walked out of the tent.

Outside, Xi Chang stood beneath the high platform, his chest empty, having clearly had his heart gouged out. He lowered his eyelids, staring at the ground as if pondering some question.

Cang Xing walked over. Seeing him approach, Xi Chang evaluated him from head to toe. Seeing that he was unharmed, he finally felt relieved.

He watched Xi Chang's heart slowly grow back, feeling a pang of bitterness in his chest, as if a hand were squeezing his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Xi Chang's body gradually healed, returning to the appearance of a normal person, as if he had never been injured.

Xi Chang's back was straight, seemingly not in the least bit of pain, completely different from the hunched, agonizing postures of the others.

In reality, what was a normal person? They certainly weren't people of the Old World. When injured, they healed very quickly; even having their blood drawn or their hearts gouged out would not kill them.

And among them, Xi Chang, who endured these unimaginable agonies silently without a single groan, was definitely not a normal person.

He grasped Xi Chang's hand. The two icy palms pressed tightly together, gradually warming up.

They were not biological brothers related by blood. According to Xi Chang, he had found him in an extremely desolate place. At that time, he was unconscious, clutching two cards in his hand, which bore the portraits and names of the Angel of Death Sera and Angel Huifre respectively.

Currently, these two cards were still in his pocket.

Although they shared no blood relation, they had lived together for many years and were family members who relied on each other to survive.

He reached into his pocket and touched the cold cards. He wanted to become powerful to protect his brother.

After everyone had their blood drawn and hearts gouged out, they stood beneath the high platform. Although each had suffered severe injuries, they healed before long, looking as though no amount of damage could cause their death.

On the high platform, the leading Red-Robed Angel saw this. A flash of contempt crossed his eyes beneath his red hood, and he spoke: "Today's God Offering has concluded. Everyone may go collect their supplies."

Only then did the crowd liven up from their numb state, rushing toward the supply distribution area on the left, each of them extremely excited.

Each held food in their hands. This food was what they had exchanged their lives for.

Cang Xing looked at the palm-sized bread in his hand. The bread was very hard; he highly suspected that if he threw it on the ground, it might dent the earth. Looking at the people around him, they cherished their meager packages of noodles, yet their hearts were filled with joy, and they were moved to tears.

After the "God Offering," the Red-Robed Angels would usually distribute food. The food was extremely scarce, and it was common for it to be moldy or filled with maggots. Yet the joyful gratitude of the people beside him often made him wonder if they were receiving the same thing, or if these people were all fools.

The Red-Robed Angel coughed and began his long, eloquent speech: "You are the citizens of hell. The people of the New World will not like filthy and lowly creatures like you. However, as long as you sincerely offer to God, you can redeem yourselves, and the New World can accept you!"

While he spoke, the sound of divine music drifted from behind him. The music was ethereal, containing a power to mesmerize people, but except for him and Xi Chang, no one noticed.

Hearing this, Cang Xing looked around. Almost everyone nodded in agreement, believing themselves to be "filthy and lowly."

Some time ago, he and Xi Chang had discussed this secretly and agreed that the music was brainwashing them. He and Xi Chang had only arrived at this settlement a year ago and had not been completely mesmerized by the music, still retaining their own consciousness. But over a long period, that might not be the case.

Currently, the two of them were like onlookers. The Red-Robed Angel on the high platform and the reactions of the surrounding people all fell into their eyes.

The Red-Robed Angel was clearly the perpetrator, yet he preached in the guise of a savior. Meanwhile, the victims—the Old Worlders whose hearts were gouged out and blood drawn—believed themselves to be "filthy and lowly," wanting to "devote" and "offer to God" to save themselves.

He and Xi Chang watched all of this soberly, only feeling that this world was utterly absurd.

The Red-Robed Angel repeatedly mentioned "God Offering," which was offering their hearts and blood to the "God" of the New World. Their hearts and blood could make the "God" become a true god.

The "God" here was merely a "Man-Made God." A "Man-Made God" was a human, not a true god.

On the high platform, the Red-Robed Angel spoke passionately: "If the 'God Creation Project' succeeds, you will be the greatest contributors to the 'God Creation Project'!"

The "God Creation Project," as the name implied, was to artificially create a god. That "God" would be the most perfect existence in the world, flawless in appearance, character, and talent.

He was a genius, possessing talent, and at the same time, he was diligent enough, constantly striving and progressing. His intelligence and ability were unmatched by anyone.

He was also kind, empathetic, merciful, and forgiving. He generously helped the weak and ruthlessly suppressed the evil. His majesty was something the entire world needed to bow down to.

He was the greatest, most perfect existence in the world, the ruler of this world. He was the god of faith in everyone's hearts.

And the "God Creation Project" was to make the majority of people approve of certain humans first to become "Man-Made Gods," and then, by consuming the hearts and blood of the Old Worlders, they would become true gods.

The "God Creation Project" was to create such a "God."

The Red-Robed Angel's speech made the blood of the people below boil. They clapped one after another, and some were even so excited that they wept.

"Once the God Creation Project succeeds, we will never have to suffer again, and we can eat our fill every day..."

"We can finally escape this impoverished life..."

"This is our god..."

Cang Xing sneered at this. There was no flawless "God," only despicable humans. Even if there was a "God," he would be a fraud.

There was simply no such thing as a god. If one truly existed, he would definitely protect his brother, or at least not ignore the agonizing existence of the Old Worlders, who were gutted, bled, starved, and killed one another.

But instead of wishing for a god to protect his brother, it was better to become that god himself to protect him, he thought.

The Red-Robed Angel continued: "This is a great project. To realize it, we require the sacrifice of many human lives. Your family, friends, and relatives must all become sacrifices, and you must even contribute your own souls for this project!"

"However, once the God Creation Project succeeds, as long as one of the three 'Man-Made Gods' we have selected becomes God, all disasters and suffering in both the New World and the Old World will disappear! God will kill the 'monsters' rampant in the Old World, and the Old World and New World will welcome the greatest rebirth!"

"Based on everyone's active 'offerings,' the New World proactively distributes food to everyone. But correspondingly, everyone must endure pain and offer their blood and hearts."

Cang Xing cursed inwardly. The way he said it made it sound as if they were eating delicacies and living in luxury villas.

Staring at the righteous face of the Red-Robed Angel, he felt extremely repulsed. They were clearly demons—not only cold-blooded and bloodthirsty, but also fierce and ruthless—yet they wanted to disguise themselves as angels.