A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Ji Zuodao closed his eyes, feeling the warm current flowing through his body, feeling the original essence that had been lost for nineteen years gradually returning.

His cultivation level began to rise rapidly.

He had only recently broken through to the Divine Power Realm, and his realm was not yet completely stable; his foundation was still somewhat unstable.

But as this innate source was integrated, his fragile foundation began to become solid, as if a bucket of cement had been poured on it, making it extremely stable.

Not only that, his cultivation level also began to rise.

Ji Zuodao opened his eyes and let out a long breath.

That breath, tinged with a hint of turbid white, lingered in the air, like a white dragon circling once before slowly dissipating.

He touched his stomach.

He has always felt hungry since he was a child.

That kind of hunger wasn't ordinary hunger; it wasn't the kind of hunger that could be solved by eating a meal.

It was a sense of emptiness that seeped into your very bones, like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

Even when he was stuffed to the brim, that emptiness remained, like an invisible hand gripping his stomach, constantly telling him—

Not enough, not enough, we need more.

His body was like a tattered bag; no matter how much you stuffed into it, it would all leak out through the hole.

Only by patching up that hole can it truly be filled.

The masters have done their best to restore his original essence, but it is still impossible to make it perfect.

It's like patching a broken bowl into a bamboo basket; it still leaks, but much slower than before.

And now, that hole has finally been patched up.

He touched his stomach, feeling a sense of security and fullness he had never experienced before.

I'm not hungry anymore.

I'm really not hungry anymore.

For the first time in nineteen years, he felt no hunger.

Cool.

That's fucking awesome.

That feeling is like being huddled in a drafty, dilapidated house in the dead of winter, freezing like a baby, with no warm spot on your body.

Suddenly someone brings you a bowl of steaming hot mutton soup. You tilt your head back and gulp it down. The warmth explodes from your stomach, spreading through your veins to your limbs, making every pore of your body feel like it's singing.

Ji Zuodao feels this way right now.

And it's a million times better than that.

He touched his stomach, feeling a sense of security he had never experienced before, and suddenly felt like crying.

It's not being dramatic, I genuinely want to cry.

Nineteen years.

For a full nineteen years, he never experienced what it meant to be "full".

He thought he was already used to it.

After all, it's been like this since I was a child, and you get numb to it after a while. It's like being stabbed with a knife every day; you get used to it after a while. Anyway, you won't die, so you just make do.

But only now, when that feeling of emptiness has disappeared, does he realize that he has never gotten used to it.

He just didn't know what it felt like to not be hungry.

Just like if you live in a sewer all the time, you eventually get used to the smell and think that's how the air is supposed to smell.

But when you finally crawl out of the ground and breathe your first breath of fresh air, you'll realize that you've been living in shit all along.

Ji Zuodao opened his eyes, and the chill in his gaze could freeze the boiling water in the kitchen into an ice block.

grandma's.

So this is what it feels like not to be hungry.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he felt that the Wang family deserved to die.

You've already extracted my essence, and then you threw me in the trash? That's not all.

But do you know that because I lacked this thing called the Origin, I went hungry for nineteen years?

Nineteen years!

I even dream about eating.

When he was a child, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it any longer, so he ran down the mountain to steal offerings to eat.

As it turned out, the statue enshrined in that temple was some kind of Vajra, which looked fierce and menacing, and was holding a vajra pestle in its hand.

Ji Zuodao was only five or six years old at the time. Despite his small size, he was very brave. He climbed onto the offering table, picked up an apple, and started eating it.

He was halfway through gnawing on the statue when it suddenly collapsed, nearly crushing him to death.

Later he heard that the Vajra in that temple was famous for its efficacy and was specifically used to ward off evil spirits.

He, a mere evil cultivator, went to eat someone's offerings; it's a miracle he wasn't struck dead on the spot—that's a testament to Vajra's good temper.

But it's okay, there's a saying they have, right?

Good and evil will ultimately be rewarded; the cycle of karma is inescapable. Look up and see for yourself—who has ever escaped the wrath of Heaven?

Now it's his turn to be the "Heavenly Ruler".

Wang Bing and his son Wang Gang have already started working in Ji Zhengdao's bizarre domain.

Wang Gang is building the Great Wall, and Wang is digging the Grand Canal. One is carrying bricks and the other is digging soil. Their division of labor is clear and their cooperation is excellent. Even model workers would give them a thumbs up.

As for what happens next, the Wang family members will gradually go to be with them.

Not one of them can escape; they all have to become beasts of burden.

Doesn't the Wang family like good fortune? Don't they like making money while lying down?

Alright, I'll let you lie down as much as you want. Now go work in the fields.

That being said, shouldn't he have fulfilled his mother's request?

Zhao Ya said, "Don't kill Bing'er and Wang Gang." And he really didn't kill them, not a single one.

Let alone killing them, even if the father and son wanted to die, they couldn't.

Once you enter Ji Zhengdao's bizarre domain, whether you die from exhaustion, hunger, or thirst, you'll be resurrected on the spot with full health and mana, ready to continue your hard work.

The rules there are now set by Ji Zhengdao. If he says you can live, you won't die. Even the King of Hell has to wait in line for his number to be called.

They're practically the chosen ones!

You ask why these are the different ways to die?

Do you need to ask?

Since we're not going to die anyway, do we need to rest?

No need.

Do you need to eat or drink anything?

No, it's not necessary.

Since it's unnecessary, let's go all out.

Working twelve hours a day, no rest all year round, no holidays, no overtime pay, you are responsible for your own work-related injuries, and you deserve to die.

Oh wait, if you can revive after dying, then let's keep going.

This is true blessing.

Thinking of this, Ji Zuodao felt much better.

He turned his head, glanced at Ji Zhengdao who was adapting to his new body, and asked, "Zhengdao, have those two started working yet?"

Ji Zhengdao was prying his toes into his mouth, trying to test the flexibility of his new body. Hearing Ji Zuodao's words, he quickly put his feet down and replied with a grin:

"It's started! That old bastard Wang Gang has already started moving bricks, and Wang is digging a canal. Don't worry, brother, I've got Uncle Zhang keeping an eye on things. If he dares to slack off, he'll get a good whipping. The whip is all ready, dipped in salt water. One lash will be incredibly painful."

Ji Zuodao nodded in satisfaction:

"Okay, keep a close eye on them. Don't let them be idle, because if they're idle, they're prone to overthinking. When people overthink, they're prone to depression, and when they're depressed, their work efficiency drops. We have to think about them and keep them busy. When they're busy, they won't have time to be depressed."

"Brother is right. You really care about them. I'm so touched."

"That's right, I, Daoist Master, have always put people first."

Ji Zuodao waved his hand, looking humble.