National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

The Jade Emperor looked at the chaotic scene in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. He scolded his purple-gold thunder bell for a long time and kept talking for a full minute without taking a breath.

However, this is mostly a performance, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is mainly to calm the anger of the "distinguished guests" nearby, just as a token of appreciation.

Lingbao Tianzun didn't even bother with the Jade Emperor's one-man show. He rolled his eyes slightly, then quickly scanned Qi Mo and Yu Wenjin without a word. After confirming they were both intact, he didn't delay any further.

He put two fingers together and lightly tapped the air. The power of the Thunder Bell rules that bound everyone made a "puff" sound and dissipated instantly, as if the air had leaked out.

After their restraints were removed, Qi Mo and Yu Wenjin quickly straightened their slightly disheveled clothes. The four foreign gods didn't waste any time either, getting straight to the point.

"You are... the long-lost Heaven... er..." It was God Yahweh who spoke. His mind seemed still processing the overwhelming amount of information, and there was a slight delay between his words. The title on his lips faltered, and he finally uttered a rather inaccurate word: "...God?"

Seeing the Jade Emperor's slight nod of agreement, Itzamna followed suit, asking the question that had been lingering in his mind since entering Heaven, his eyes tinged with inquiry: "The universe is damaged, its laws in disarray, and filth is rampant. How can the Chinese gods recreate this universe, uncorrupted and unpolluted?"

"Because of faith." The Jade Emperor's answer was somewhat ambiguous. He turned his gaze to Lingbao Tianzun and added, "Or, to be more precise, it's the fire."

Jehovah had already bent down and retrieved his Bible from the clouds. He patted the cover as usual, but was surprised to find that - hey, the black burn marks left by the big and stupid bell were gone!

He stroked the pristine cover, lost in thought, "Perhaps due to our different civilizational heritage, our faith and yours are indeed quite different."

What He did not say was the tragic situation in those polluted world lines: when the "gods" corrupted by Cthulhu came and treated humans as "two-legged sheep" in captivity and abused them at will, countless believers in the West prayed day and night in despair, crying out for His appearance.

However, due to various restrictions and the distortion of time and space, He was unable to appear in time to turn the tide. What was the result? Those survivors who suffered in purgatory and ultimately lost their loved ones, not only did not understand His plight, but instead directed their resentment towards Him.

In their eyes, the God who "turns a blind eye" to the suffering of millions of lives and the evil gods who bring disasters are of the same kind, both of them are high above, cold and ruthless!

It was not until he awakened in the Xinhua Realm and communicated on an equal footing with Su Mohui's auxiliary system that he got a glimpse of the difference in this land of the East.

The people here seem to have an innate resilience. In other words, they are very stubborn.

Whether it was the arrival of the drought demon, scorching the ground and causing panic, or the sneaking in of the outer gods, everyone was also panicking. Despite their panic, they soon found themselves united and figured out how to fight those "oversized" things.

Of course, there are spineless people and traitors everywhere, but the overwhelming majority of Chinese people harbor a deep sense of determination. It was this inexplicable strength that, amidst a seemingly unpredictable battle between gods, they managed to save 1 billion people out of 1.4 billion! This survival rate is truly miraculous.

Yehweh admitted that the appearance of the powerful monkey (Sun Wukong) in China was crucial and indeed a great help. But what impressed him even more was that even if only a divine being appeared (perhaps even a monkey), these mortals did not lie down and die, but continued to do their work.

"Because the Chinese worship gods," Lingbao Tianzun's cold voice interrupted, breaking the brief silence with a sense of indifference. "But they also believe that humans can poke a hole in the sky."

He casually flicked his fingertips, and a few faint lights escaped, like fragments of memory released from "Shen Jia'an's" mind, or like historical snapshots of a certain world line. The faint lights spread out in the air, transforming into clear scenes -

It was 1942 in the Central Plains. The sun was scorching, scorching, and the earth was cracked like a tortoise shell. Countless famine-stricken people, dragging their families with them, were forced to leave their homes and embark on the long journey westward or southward in search of survival. The lines of refugees stretched endlessly, burying their dead as they went.

The road ahead is long and there will be starving people.

But the scene changes, and thousands of miles away, the soldiers fighting on the front line against the enemy are also starving. In such a situation, who wouldn't be starving?

But even so, from cities to villages, from officials to gentry, and even ordinary people, there were still people who could scrape out some food from their teeth and find ways to send it to the front line.

Regardless of whether it was a compulsory grain donation imposed by the higher-ups, or someone was really stupid enough to volunteer, there was only one thought: as long as the country had not fallen apart and as long as we had not swallowed this anger, we had to try to see if we could get through it!

The scene flashed and time jumped to the second scene.

It was 1949, just a few days after our country was founded and the whole nation was still happily announcing its new life. However, the foreign media were right there, making sarcastic assertions that this impoverished and weak new nation could never possibly produce such important national weapons as atomic bombs and aircraft carriers: "You? Atom bombs? Aircraft carriers? You can dream of anything!"

My goodness, before we could even finish our words, the enemy soldiers were already at our doorstep - the young country was so poor that it could not withstand the storm, but it still did not forget to lend a helping hand to its brother countries that were in the same predicament when it was in trouble.

A few years later, when the smoke cleared and the war was over, in order to figure out what was going on with their aircraft carrier and to catch up with the huge gap, our scientific researchers actually lay on the ground of their port, looking at it inch by inch with a magnifying glass!

That scene was photographed by foreign reporters, with the captions "Look! Mysterious oriental performance art!" waiting to see the joke.

Everyone laughs at me, but I am also the most competitive.

Failure? That thing is like eating, it has to happen several times a day. The densely packed drawings are piled up like a mountain, and my hair is falling out from worrying, almost like a Mediterranean.

Before the foreign media could mock us again across the Mediterranean, a loud boom was heard from the Gobi Desert, and a mushroom cloud rose into the sky! Then, with a clang in the sea, our own large iron ship was launched! What a slap in the face!

China has finally managed to carve out a place for itself to stand firm in this difficult place.

You say the world is unpredictable?