Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 9 Salary History 0 Years

The mala tang recipe, passed down and improved over thousands of years, does indeed have its wonders. Applying divine realms and kinship to it, although it is a waste of resources, is not a mistake.

The divine realm and its followers are meant to be tools. If too much emotion is invested, it will not only hinder the god's development but will also one day harm the followers. This is the experience summarized by countless gods and divine beings in the present world.

Liang Jiu put aside the jumbled thoughts in his mind, but he still felt a little confused.

Everyone's divine realm is different, and the situations they encounter are also different. These are things that probably only they themselves can solve.

After dinner, we said goodbye to Fatty Pan, who was still enjoying the meal.

Back in his apartment, where he lived alone, Liang Jiu didn't delay and once again immersed his divine consciousness into the divine realm.

What might be the time it takes to eat a meal in the outside world is a considerable period of time for the divine realm.

As soon as he entered, Liang Jiu smelled a strong odor of burnt wood.

In the center of the settlement, a tall pile of firewood stands in front of the pioneers' monument.

Xin died.

He died peacefully in his sleep.

As expected, similar things will happen countless times in Liang Jiu's divine realm in the future.

Unfortunately, the newly civilized Xin tribe had no funeral culture. The grieving people simply placed the first wise king on the fire.

In those days, he received the fire bestowed by the true God for his people.

Now, his people have also let the fire take him away.

Liang Jiu watched the raging flames silently from high above.

Below them were kneeling, low-pitched sobs of the Xin tribe.

Before his death, Xin designated his successor: a young man named Chang.

Liang Jiu looked him up and down.

Nothing particularly noteworthy. His thinking is fairly quick, and he picked up the basics of the Xinxue Douqi (a training program) quickly, making him one of the best among the Xinxue clan. Aside from that, there's not much else worth noting. As the next leader, he's probably good enough to maintain the status quo.

Just as Liang Jiu was about to look away, he caught a glimpse of a young child by the fire.

Xin Zang, Xin's youngest son

The little guy had smeared ash on his face, and his eyes were fixed on the flickering flames.

He was still young and did not know grief, nor did he know why the people around him were grieving.

After all, his father was a hero, a wise king, and a chosen one.

Naturally, he has no weakness. Emotions such as feelings can be passed on to him through [genetic memory], and these are things he can only learn slowly in the future.

The child's gaze reminded Liang Jiu of the first time he saw Xin.

Liang Jiu couldn't help but glance at him a few more times.

It wasn't because of his eyes, but because he sensed something unique within Xinzang's body, a subtle resonance that was forming with the [Magic Pool] in the corner of the Divine Realm.

A natural affinity? Liang Jiu's heart stirred slightly.

However, the child is still too young, and it is too early to intervene. We should observe the situation gradually in the future.

Then Liang Jiu's gaze passed over the settlement and came to a remote farmland.

The once crooked and barren land has now been neatly divided into furrows. Each row seems to be planted with different plants, each growing in a different way.

In recent years, Geng has lived a secluded life, devoting all his energy to this land, which is now taking shape and has the rudiments of a scientific system.

At this moment, he was leaning against a hoe he had made himself, staring intently at the tender shoots in the ground.

Ripples spread through the void, and Liang Jiu once again transformed into the old man in the grass robe and appeared before him.

Upon seeing the true god again, the middle-aged Geng felt less fear and more composure than before. He put down his hoe and knelt on the ground.

That was the etiquette between a ruler and his subject, not between a human and a god.

Liang Jiu looked at him, finding it somewhat amusing: "Everyone is paying their respects, why aren't you going?"

"My Lord, life and death are predestined. If this land changes every year, the only thing that remains unchanged in this world is probably you." Unexpectedly, more than ten years have passed, and Geng has become more and more cunning.

"Sweet talk, you know what? I originally suggested that Xin choose you as her successor, but Xin disagreed."

Geng paused for a moment, then asked, "Huh?"

"But he knows you're not that devout," Liang Jiu said calmly. "He's afraid you'll upset me and I'll take my anger out on you, which could harm our people."

Upon hearing this, Geng laughed.

"My lord, since you know I am not as devout as others, why did you still propose me as your successor?"

Liang Jiu didn't respond, but instead changed the subject: "Was your knowledge of farming something you were born with?"

"No, but my child will be."

"Neither God nor God's children are."

Geng's smile vanished; he couldn't understand why the great god would say these things to him.

Liang Jiu looked at him and continued, "Just as you are learning how to be a monarch, how to be a father, God is also learning how to be a God. Just as a father thinks about how to handle his relationship with his children and their future, God is often troubled by this as well."

This time, Geng was truly terrified. How could he possibly listen to such things? How could a god be imperfect? ​​If a god is imperfect... He dared not think any further. He considered himself to be unorthodox enough, but the most blasphemous words had come from the mouth of a god.

He quickly lay prostrate on the muddy ground, his voice trembling, "My Lord, what do you mean by this?"

"You're a smart person, and your consideration for the community is no less than your salary. I feel at ease entrusting certain tasks to you," Liang Jiu said.

"What is it, my lord? Please tell me, and I will do my best to help."

"With Xin dead, there will be no more divine wars for the next few decades. This is a good time for the Xin clan to recuperate and build up their strength. I believe in Xin's vision and that Changda is capable of managing the settlement and cultivating fighting spirit."

But farming is the key matter going forward, and I think no one in the Xin tribe can surpass you in this, especially since you are also intelligent. I will appoint you to the position of priest, so that you can preside over the farming seasons and sacrifices, convey divine messages to me, and assist Chang in understanding the chief's affairs.”

Xin lay prone on the ground, not daring to look up at Liang Jiu in front of him. At this moment, he understood the meaning behind Liang Jiu's words.

To have an undevout relative act as one's sacrifice and deliver divine pronouncements is tantamount to tacitly approving that he, when the gods are not watching over this land, will issue divine pronouncements on behalf of the gods.

After kneeling for a long time, he looked up again, only to find that the deity had already left, leaving behind only a witch's hat.

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Salary record for one year.

The high priest "cultivated" came to power.

To commemorate the first human king of the Xin tribe, he established a calendar and designated the year of Xin's death as the Xin calendar year zero.

With the calendar, time finally had a clear measure in the minds of Homo sapiens.

But from then on, the high priest rarely appeared in front of the world, living in a remote place and rarely going out.

Only in years of severe drought or insect infestation.

Only then would he change into priestly attire and walk to the Pioneer Monument to invoke the gods.

Then, the rain will fall, and the withered crops will sprout and grow again through the unseen divine power. This will proclaim to the world that the gods still favor this land.

The high priest had no wife, no children, and no descendants throughout his life.

He only maintained close ties with the then-leader, "Chang," and they became close friends despite their age difference.

This has become a celebrated story for later generations.