After breaking up with my girlfriend, I became a Great Sage of the Demon Clan.

However, the current social structure and historical process have not yet reached the point where a new system can be developed, so people like Xiao Yanjun can only patch things up within the old system.

This is the limitation of an era. Even a god as powerful as He cannot directly foresee the next era or the next better social system.

Little Yama suddenly sighed.

"To be honest, although I wish I could skin that old bastard Wei Yong alive right now, in terms of historical process, that guy Wei Yong did give me a lot of help."

Little Yama looked up at the ceiling.

“According to my plan, the first step is to bring Xuanwu to power, then gradually change the National Assembly, and finally create a hero. This will take more than ten years, or even decades, to complete. But now, I can directly proceed to the penultimate step of the plan.”

Little Yama turned to look at Zhou Yan.

"Do you know what the plan is?"

Zhou Yan shook his head.

Little Yama explained.

"Create heroes, create idols."

Little Yama jumped off Zhou Yan's bed.

"Since we have some free time, little guy, how about I show you how I create heroes?"

Chapter Six System

Little Yama led Zhou Yan to the balcony outside Zhou Yan's bedroom.

As soon as he stepped outside, Little Yama clapped his hands.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and even though the sun was high in the sky, Zhou Yan still shivered.

Little Yama spoke.

"He's here, damn, so handsome."

Zhou Yan looked around curiously, and finally looked up.

A black dot appeared in mid-air, riding the sun. At first, the dot was unclear, but as it grew larger, Zhou Yan could see clearly that it was actually a carriage.

A carriage drawn by three incredibly handsome ghost fire horses whose eyes blazed with blue flames.

The carriage was also engraved with images of a hundred ghosts paying homage. Each ghost was lifelike, ferocious, violent, and ugly. Any one of them could stop a child from crying at night.

But these terrifying demons are all worshipping a black hole that is not visible but gives people a strong sense of oppression.

Three ghost-fire horses, reduced to skeletons and entwined with blue flames, landed on Zhou Yan's balcony. The ghost general, riding the ghost-fire horses and wearing a Mingxin Tiger Shoulder Armor, who was three meters tall, turned his head and glanced at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan glanced at the attributes of this ghost general.

Name: Li Mu.

Little Yama said smugly to Zhou Yan.

Do you know what this is?

Zhou Yan shook his head. "Putting everything else aside, your coachman alone is enough to frighten people."

Little Yama raised his chin.

"The Imperial Carriage of the Netherworld, the Ghost Emperor's esteemed carriage. When he rides around the abyss of the underworld, every ghost that sees him must kowtow."

Zhou Yan stared at the Siyou Imperial Carriage for a while. The attribute panel showed that it was similar to what Little Yama had said. The only difference was that the Siyou Imperial Carriage had a "Tongyou" attribute, which Little Yama did not want others to see, and no one else could see it.

No wonder Little Yama dared to travel around in such a blazing sun with such a cool mode of transportation.

Little Yama climbed onto the Siyou Imperial Carriage and spoke to Zhou Yan again.

"Come on up, I'll take you to Haitang Prefecture."

Zhou Yan boarded the Si You Imperial Carriage and followed Little Yama into the carriage.

The interior of the carriage was much larger than the exterior, with a space of about twenty square meters. Inside, there was a bed, a chair, and two extremely respectful mummified ghost officials.

As soon as Little Yama entered, a ghost official named Zhao Gao, who looked like a dried corpse, came out.

"Your Majesty, would you like some wine or tea?"

Little Yama stood with his hands behind his back, turning to look at Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yansan smiled.

"Let's have some tea."

Little Yama walked to a table and sat down. Si You's carriage shook, indicating that it was about to depart. Zhou Yan walked over and sat down next to Little Yama.

A ghost official named Zhao Gao brought teaware to the table, offered a cup of tea to Little Yama Zhou Yan, and then bowed.

"Your Majesty, this is a tea from the twelfth level of the underworld. It has been brewed twelve times to remove the yin toxins, leaving only the nourishing flavor."

Zhou Yan looked at Zhao Gao with surprise.

"Is this tea poisonous?"

Little Yama picked up the tea and drank it.

"Who knows, anyway, I won't die from the poison."

Zhou Yan: "..."

Zhou Yan glanced at the tea.

Name: Yin Cha.

Origin: A divine object formed from the accumulated yin energy of the near-hell for millions of years. If a mortal touches it, his soul will freeze; if he drinks it, he will instantly become a ghost (now the poison has been removed, drink it).

Zhou Yan picked up the tea and placed it in front of him. The tea was steaming, but the steam was cold, and it felt cold to the touch. When he brought it close to his face, Zhou Yan felt like he was holding a popsicle.

Blow on it, then take a sip.

It felt like drinking a block of ice. The ice traveled down Zhou Yan's throat, releasing a chill into his stomach. However, this chill was like drinking a bowl of chilled plum juice in the summer, making him feel refreshed all over.

Zhou Yan felt as if all the pores on his body had opened up, exhaling an indescribable, refreshing coolness.

Little Yama turned his head after finishing his tea.

A mummified ghost official walked to the window and opened the curtains. The view outside was unusual. When Zhou Yan left the Vermilion Bird Academy, it was sunny and bright, but now it was pitch black outside the window. The undulating black hills showed indistinct outlines in the darkness.

Little Yama explained.

“We are now traveling through the underworld, directly from the mortal world to the underworld. The underworld is located in a different place than the human world. Often, it only takes a short distance to cross tens of thousands or thousands of miles of the human world.”

Zhou Yan nodded knowingly, but in his heart he wondered if this little Yama was just showing off.

This horse is so handsome, and it can even travel to the underworld. Damn, can I catch a few dragons to drive it in the future?

"arrive."

A ghost official named Gao Lishi suddenly spoke, pointing to a giant mountain not far away. The mountain had a strange appearance; the side facing Zhou Yan was in the dark, with a thick darkness covering it, while the opposite side was in the daytime, with sunlight covering the other half of the mountain, and the lush trees were very clear.

The contrast between night and day on this single mountain is truly astonishing.

Little Yama explained further.

"This is the Gates of Hell. When normal people die, their ghosts float up here. I'll take you there sometime; those dead people are really interesting."

After passing through the Gates of Hell mentioned by Little Yama, the darkness outside the window was replaced by light, and the Siyou Imperial Chariot arrived above a dense mountain forest.

With Zhou Yan's keen eyesight, he soon discovered that there were quite a few living people in the forest, and there were also corpses in the corners. Further along the forest, there was the outline of a large city.

A ghost official named Zhao Gao brought over a plate of desserts and placed it in front of Little Yama with utmost respect and practiced ease.

Little Yama picked up a piece of purple rice cake, ate it, and asked a question.

Do you know where this place is?

Zhou Yan nodded.

"Haitang Prefecture?"

"Yes, Haitang State, a state where the federal government has not yet been able to quell the unrest. Right now, this place is full of rioters, and some people who have lost their weapons can only run to the mountains and forests to take refuge."

The mob rarely went into the mountains to hunt down others, so a large portion of the survivors fled to the mountains to avoid the disaster.

Zhou Yan remained silent.

He wanted to help the people here, but everyone was a mob, or rather, the distinction between mobs and survivors wasn't clear. Zhou Yan didn't know how many people he would have to kill to quell the riot.

The imperial carriage, driven by Si You, arrived at the city's wounds at the edge of the mountains and forests.

Little Yama stuffed a piece of yellow millet cake into his mouth and mumbled something indistinctly.

"This city is Baishui City, the capital of Haitang Prefecture. It used to have two million people, but now it only has one million three hundred thousand. Four hundred thousand died from the plague, and three hundred thousand died from the riots."

Zhou Yan inquired.

"Little Yama wants to save people?"

Little Yama grinned.

"I want to save the whole country; this place is just the beginning."

Little Yama glanced at the mummified corpse Zhao Gao beside him, and Zhao Gao bowed and said.

"Receive the imperial decree."

Zhao Gao walked to the entrance of the Siyou Imperial Carriage, went to Li Mu who was driving the carriage, and then transformed into a streak of light and jumped down.

……

A detached house in a working-class neighborhood in Baishui City.

Chang Tianfang lay in his living room, one hand clutching his chest. He had been shot there with a small-caliber handgun that had pierced his abdominal muscles and internal organs before losing power and remaining in his stomach.

This is both a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that even if you are shot in the stomach, you can still live for 15 to 30 minutes. The bad thing is that these 15 to 30 minutes will be extremely painful, and the stomach acid will make your abdominal cavity feel like it is on fire.

Shooting someone in the stomach is a form of torture.

Chang Tianfang was still grateful to have survived, because his wife and daughter had been taken away by thugs who had stormed into his home half an hour earlier. He fought back and killed several thugs, but was eventually shot in the stomach by a child who looked like a minor. Now he was in so much pain that he could barely think.

No, this can't go on.

His wife, the wife he had loved for half his life, the daughter he wanted to give everything to, was still in the hands of those thugs. Given the circumstances, Chang Tianfang didn't care if his wife was violated. He just wanted to stand up, take his dog-leg knife, and use the killing techniques he had learned when he joined the army a few years ago to kill all the thugs who had raped his wife and take her back.

But even the slightest movement caused me to experience indescribable pain in my abdomen.

Willpower could not overcome the body's instincts, which made Chang Tianfang cry uncontrollably.

Everything was fine before; everyone was living a very easy life.

The Eastern Xia Federation was in the late stages of an empire, with all sorts of strange and monstrous phenomena emerging one after another. However, the high per capita income meant that one day's work could feed them for a week. As a result, Chang Tianfang, a retired soldier who also became a physical education teacher at a nearby primary school, lived a naturally easy life.

Until six months ago, after the outbreak of the plague, Chang Tianfang found that their living environment had changed. First, large numbers of their neighbors died, then the government, police and army all gave up their work of maintaining order, followed by rioters, corpses and chaos.

Scenes even more chaotic than those Chang Tianfang had ever participated in began to unfold frequently near his home. In order to protect his family, Chang Tianfang killed hundreds of people and scavenged for supplies everywhere.

Even now, Chang Tianfang is being killed by others, treated like a monster.

Chang Tianfang didn't want to die. Even if he had to die, he wanted to send his daughter and wife to a safe place before he died. But Chang Tianfang also knew very well that this hope was just wishful thinking.

Chang Tianfang had fought in wars abroad, killed people, and witnessed many of his comrades die in front of him. Several times, his comrades fell in front of him, holding his hand and saying they didn't want to die, that they wanted to go home to see their parents, and that their beautiful childhood sweetheart was waiting for him to get married next door. Chang Tianfang felt sorrow in his heart, but he was still able to maintain his composure.

He thought he was used to life and death, but when it came to his own death, he began to understand the resentment his comrades had felt.

I'm still young, I still have things to do, and I have family to take care of. I can't just collapse like this.

Why can't God give me another chance?

I want to live some more!

"Please, please..."

Chang Tianfang choked up.

"I...I want to..."

Perhaps death was imminent, for Chang Tianfang suddenly saw a seven-colored rainbow light appear before him. This rainbow light was like a vortex, drawing all of Chang Tianfang's energy and spirit into it. For this reason, Chang Tianfang also heard a mysterious sound.

"You want to live, don't you?"

Chang Tianfang gave a blank "hmm".

"Then let's make a deal. You give me your life, and I'll do whatever you want."

The voice was grand and majestic. Chang Tianfang thought blankly that if there was a God in this world, that must be the kind of voice.