Liu Bei: My younger brother is a deity.

Now, in this Zhuo County, there is a village called Lousang.

This is the place where the descendants of Liu Sheng, the ninth son of Emperor Jing of the Former Han Dynasty and Prince Jing of Zhongshan, live.

Of course, Liu Sheng had more than 120 sons, and by now, this branch in Lousang Village has become extremely thin.

It was autumn, the sky was high and the air was crisp, and the wind was blowing softly.

The ancient mulberry tree in the village, over a thousand years old, swayed its branches and leaves in the wind, making a rustling sound.

This mulberry tree is over ten zhang tall, its canopy spreading out over several acres, creating a magnificent sight.

"Haha, kill, kill!"

"Charge! Charge with me!"

In the open space at the east end of the village, a group of children were making a ruckus.

Seven or eight children, with bamboo poles as horses and wooden swords as soldiers, were divided into two teams and playing a game of horseback warfare.

Dust billowed and battle cries shook the heavens, creating a scene reminiscent of a battlefield.

One of the children, about eight or nine years old, had a round face, broad shoulders and a thick waist, and looked very fat.

This child's surname is Liu, given name is Bei, and his nickname is Sanpang. He is a member of the Liu family in the village.

He rode a green bamboo pole astride his back, holding a branch in his hand, charging left and right, unstoppable in his bravery.

Whenever a child blocked his way, he would shout loudly and charge through with his "horse". Most of the children were not as strong as him, so how could they withstand his fierce charge?

They all fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Liu Sanpang fought his way through the encirclement and headed straight for the big mulberry tree in the center of the village, where he reined in his horse.

He slammed the bamboo pole on the ground, puffed out his chest, looked around at the children, and burst into laughter:

"Are you all convinced? From this day forward, you must respect me. When I become emperor, I will appoint you as generals and colonels, and this great mulberry tree will become my canopy carriage!"

The children looked at each other in bewilderment.

Suddenly, a clear, sharp shout rang out from the crowd: "Liu Sanpang, you're spouting nonsense again! I'm going to tell my father!"

Before he finished speaking, a handsome young man rushed out from the crowd. He was Liu Sanpang's cousin, Liu Deran.

This child is always quick to tattle, and he's even angrier now that Sanpang bumped into him.

He ran home shouting and yelling, repeatedly yelling, "Father! Father! Liu Sanpang is going to be the emperor!"

Not long after, Liu Deran ran back, followed by a middle-aged man.

The man was about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old, with a square face, large ears, and a slight beard. His appearance was seven or eight parts similar to Liu Deran's, and he was Liu Yuanqi, Liu Deran's father.

He was highly respected in the village, but now his brows were slightly furrowed and his steps were hurried, clearly indicating that he was somewhat annoyed.

Liu Yuanqi stepped closer and said in a deep voice, "Liu Bei! How dare you speak such treasonous words! If this gets out, it will bring disaster upon the Liu family of Zhuo County. Can you bear the consequences?"

Liu Sanpang was about to argue, but seeing his uncle's stern expression, he swallowed his words and lowered his head, scribbling haphazardly on the ground with a bamboo pole.

Seeing Liu Bei get scolded, the children immediately perked up, clapping and cheering, "Oh~ oh~ Liu Sanpang got scolded! Serves you right for bragging! Serves you right for being emperor!"

Liu Deran, even more smug, made a face and said, "Third Fatty, looks like you can't be emperor anymore, you'll just be Liu Third Fatty!"

Liu Sanpang's noodles turned purplish-red. He glared at him fiercely, said nothing, and dragged his bamboo pole away.

That plump figure carried a hint of loneliness.

The children laughed and played for a while, then dispersed.

Liu Yuanqi did not leave. He stood alone under the big mulberry tree, looking up at the dense canopy of the tree, lost in thought.

As the autumn wind blew by, a few yellow leaves drifted down and brushed against his shoulder.

He muttered to himself, "That little rascal Sanpang, though he's outspoken, his ambition is truly remarkable. This big mulberry tree was planted here by my Liu family ancestor, and it has provided shade for generations. Could it truly possess some grandeur?"

Now, Liu Sanpang, feeling depressed after leaving the group, strolled out of the village.

The fields are empty in autumn, the roadside weeds are withered and yellow, and occasionally rabbits and mice can be seen scurrying about.

He walked along the ridges of the fields all the way to the river.

The river was shallow and clear, with pebbles visible, and a few fallen leaves floating on the surface, swirling leisurely.

Sanpang squatted down by the river and started whipping the water with his bamboo pole, splashing water everywhere and creating ripples.

He was furious, so he increased the force in his hand.

Just as he was feeling annoyed, a streak of crimson light appeared in the sky, streaking across the heavens like a shooting star, and then suddenly disappeared into the nearby Little Wolf Mountain.

Sanpang was startled, stood up, rubbed his eyes, but the crimson light had already disappeared.

His curiosity was burning like a cat scratching at him, and he completely forgot his mother's warning not to go to Little Wolf Mountain alone.

He grabbed the bamboo pole, lifted his clothes, and ran towards Little Wolf Mountain with his short legs.

This Little Wolf Mountain is only two or three miles away from Lousang Village. The mountain is not high, but it is covered with lush trees and strangely shaped rocks.

Although Sanpang was fat and strong, he was not slow when he ran, and soon he reached the foot of the mountain.

He climbed up the hillside, ignoring the thorns that tore his clothes, his only thought being to find the place where the red light had fallen.

After rounding a bend in the mountain, Sanpang suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A clump of bushes ahead was smashed to pieces, and a large crater appeared on the ground, about ten feet in diameter and five feet deep.

The soil around the pit was charred black, yet still wisps of smoke rose from it.

At the bottom center of the pit was a strange object, perfectly round like a ball, bluish-gray in color, about half the size of a woodshed in the house, with a very smooth surface.

Kim Jong-un has always been bold. Although he saw this strange phenomenon, he was not alarmed, but rather became even more curious.

He circled the edge of the pit twice, peering down cautiously. Seeing that the round object remained motionless, he gritted his teeth and slid down the pit wall.

The soil was soft, and his chubby body slid to the bottom of the pit in no time, getting covered in mud.

He stretched out the bamboo pole in his hand and carefully tapped the round object.

when!when!when!

The sound was crisp, like that of iron.

Just as I was examining it, I suddenly heard the thing make a long "hissing" sound, as if it had deflated.

Sanpang was startled and backed away, accidentally stepping on a rock and falling to the ground with a thud.

Looking at the round object again, it suddenly split open from the middle, spewing out a cloud of white mist.

When the fog lifted, a child was found curled up inside.

The child looked about the same age as Sanpang, with delicate features, long black hair, and his eyes were closed, as if he were fast asleep.

He was wearing a garment he had never seen before, neither silk nor linen, silver-white, clinging tightly to his body, which looked quite strange.

Kim Jong-un opened his mouth wide, and it took him a long time to close it.

He crawled over to the child, reached out and poked his cheek with his finger; it was warm and clearly a living person.

He asked in a trembling voice, "Who...who are you? Did you come from heaven?"

The child's eyelashes fluttered, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Upon seeing Sanpang, his eyes widened in astonishment, and he uttered a few words: "A human cub? How is that possible?"

Sanpang was even more surprised by his strange accent and pressed him for an answer: "Are you really from heaven? Are you a deity? Can you take me to heaven? Oh, and please take my mother with you too!"