wear it lord god

After being banished, Emilia was sent back to her original Martian homeland.

From being the envy of everyone and admired by countless young men, she became the topic of conversation on almost every immigrant planet. Even if she wanted to explain that things weren't like that, she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Unable to bear the ridicule and sarcasm from the locals, she boarded a spaceship on a pilgrimage to her home planet. Only the spaceship to her home planet was free, and she had already spent all her money on the lawsuit. Her lawyer had even paid her rent, and she was living on welfare. If she lost the case, she wouldn't have the money to appeal.

It is said that on their home planet, everyone is equal, and any mistake can be redeemed as long as one sincerely repents. Even a beggar without the means to survive can live with dignity.

On her home planet, a place she had initially thought was full of love, on the third night, after finishing her relief meal, she wanted to go for a walk.

On the street, someone asked her if she wanted a drink.

She initially declined, but the other person said he had also come to the home planet alone, had experienced some setbacks, and didn't want to drink alone; he wanted to find someone to chat with.

Seeing that the other person didn't seem like a bad person, and agreeing to only have one drink, I went to the bar with him.

The two had a pleasant chat that night, which made her feel like she was finally a person again, an ordinary person who could chat and drink with friends.

As she left the bar, she said goodbye to the man, but he persisted, insisting on taking her home.

But she lived in a resettlement house specifically for people in need of assistance, and she didn't want them to know that she was a poor person with no income, so she kept finding reasons to refuse.

Seeing that she wouldn't agree, the other person finally got angry and punched her hard.

Emilia was knocked to the ground, her vision blurred, and she was momentarily stunned.

Fortunately, someone stopped her. Just as they were about to call the police, the other party revealed all her secrets, saying that she had seduced the man but changed her mind because she felt she didn't have enough money. Anyway, this wasn't the first time she had done this.

She was stunned. She thought she had made a friend, but it turned out he was also a shameless person who rubbed salt into her still-healing wounds.

When her vision returned, she saw that the people around her were mostly looking at her with disdain or mockery.

She struggled to her feet, lightly touching the corner of her mouth with her finger. Blood was drawn, and her slapped cheek stung.

Not daring to argue, she left, reeking of alcohol and bearing the marks of her injuries.

She wandered aimlessly like this, even though it was late at night and the city was still brightly lit. Sometimes passersby would glance at her disheveled appearance as they passed by, but they wouldn't stop.

As she walked, she cried, cried bitterly. She truly didn't want to live anymore; why was the world so full of malice towards her?
Unknowingly, she arrived at the temple, so she went inside and, fueled by alcohol, poured out all her grievances to the gods in the hall.

Xi Ning frowned slightly; he was quite an oddball.

I once met someone who, whenever she went to a bar, would drink excessively as if she were under a spell; she would always attract unwanted romantic attention, which she couldn't handle herself and always needed someone else to bail her out. She even felt she had been greatly wronged, that the fault lay with others, not herself. All she did was drink; isn't a bar a place for drinking?

One or two times might be unlucky, but so many times, every single time, it can't be a coincidence.

It's like when Aquaman says he's been abandoned more than ten times, and it always seems like he's the one who gets hurt.

Those who recklessly disregard public morality and act arrogantly without any restraint will inevitably pay the price. Qi Bin recounted the outcome: "The 'deity on duty' felt that this matter did not reach the level requiring divine intervention, so he ignored it and only made a record of it."

Was that the deity who rushed over that day? There was no special treatment given to her because of her arrival; the rules here are very well-defined.

She nodded.

It certainly didn't reach the point where divine intervention was needed.

Imagine seeing animals fighting and forcibly reproducing in nature. Should humans intervene? According to the rules, we shouldn't even interfere with the life or death of animals during hunting, because helping one side might mean the death of the other. We must follow the natural law of survival of the fittest.

The mortal realm is considered the natural world for humankind. Nowadays, the gods are already quite considerate of humans, and they will intervene in cases that result in death. After all, faith is required, and humans have many sources of food. In most cases, killing is not for the purpose of sustenance.

"Six months later, she came back, and she was clearly in very bad shape." Qi Bin switched to the surveillance footage in the temple.

Emilia, dressed in a white dress, slowly walked into the temple, as pure and holy as a white flower. But her face was haggard, and she had lost a lot of weight.

She walked to the center of the temple and knelt down. Pilgrims and tourists around her looked at her curiously and made way for her.

“I have been wronged! I have been treated unfairly! All the gods above, grant me justice and punish those who harmed me. I curse them to a terrible death. I curse them with my life to be poor and destitute, to never receive love in their lives, and to die alone. I curse them…”

Emilia started by sobbing, but her voice grew louder and louder, and she became increasingly angry. In the end, she pulled out a dagger.

Many people around gasped in shock as they watched her plunge a dagger into her own abdomen!
Blood stained her white dress, and Emilia collapsed, lying in the center of the temple, her blood flowing in a winding stream.

...Xi Ning wanted to scratch her head. What immense resentment this was, cursing someone to die a horrible death, to be impoverished and lonely for life. So, driven by such powerful resentment, the petition drum sounded.

That's ridiculous. If you really want to die, just slit your throat. Why stab your stomach? The location looks pretty good; you won't die anytime soon.

Emilia was immediately taken to the hospital and survived. She once again made the news.

However, the law requires evidence, and an appeal can be filed within one month of the verdict. Emilia did not appeal, and the appeal period expired.

She later received verbal abuse and physical assault, which she didn't report to the police at the time. Even if she had, reviewing the surveillance footage wouldn't have proven anything. Both parties have the right to take defensive measures if their refusal is ignored and they feel their safety is threatened.

The only way to prove it now is through the realm of gods!
It was as if everyone had gone there; all of humanity's eyes were now on the divine realm, to see how the gods would react.

If not handled properly, it could cause mortals to resent the divine realm. And mortals are complex beings; every situation has both positive and negative aspects.

If it weren't for the reluctance to engage in indiscriminate killing, and the fact that dying at this point would be pointless, Xi Ning really wanted to slap this woman to death. She was so annoying: "So, what do you plan to do now?"

Qi Bin said with a hint of helplessness, "We're considering it. We're thinking about how to give you a reply."

For three thousand years, the divine realm has been helping humanity survive on their home planet, and has also witnessed some significant events during this time.

But this won't change human history or its course. It's not like it's a massacre. Just because someone cast a curse and stabbed themselves in the back, does that mean they have to testify?
I'm afraid that in the future, people who are suicidal will all go to the temple and stab themselves, forcing the gods to speak on their behalf. Maybe we should just build an emergency room next to the temple. (End of Chapter)