Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Night, vortex, chaos.

He didn't know when he regained consciousness, and he just stared blankly at everything around him. It was so dark and so boring. He started wandering around, which for a while cleared away the boredom brought on by the long hours. However, no matter where he wandered, the world was the same. The silence and emptiness were so unsettling.

He began to wonder what he was, what place this was, and why he was all alone.

He changed his approach and started looking for beings like himself, but he was naturally disappointed. The world was pitch black with only a few starlight points, and there was no one else but him. An idea popped into his head: if he couldn't find one, why couldn't he create one himself?

With an idea in mind, he quickly got to work, sculpting a tiny figure the size of a palm. But he stopped when he got to the face. He had no concept of these things and didn't know how to sculpt it. So he temporarily stopped, leaving only a tiny, glowing figure the size of a palm bouncing around.

It was quite amusing to poke the little man, who fell to the ground with a thud and struggled to get up several times. After finally managing to help him stand up, the little man, forgetting his mistake, angrily punched his hand again, as if tickling him.

He spent several days researching how to sculpt miniature figures, putting in a great deal of effort to create two in his own likeness and shape. Then he found his miniatures lying unconscious on the ground. Worried, he checked on them and discovered they had "crashed" due to insufficient energy. As for why...

He chuckled awkwardly, readjusted the little figure, and forgot that it had no mouth and couldn't absorb energy on its own. He was so busy that he forgot to supply energy that the little figure almost starved to death.

Add mouths and ears, and the world suddenly becomes lively, filled with the curses and accusations of petty people. Oh dear, such a small creature, yet it has quite a bit of spirit, cursing for ages without stopping, showing how much resentment it harbors.

After that, he focused all his attention on the little man, teasing him every day, which was extremely fun. It was a long time before he discovered that tribes had been built up around him.

After creating two tiny figures the same size as him, he became so engrossed in them that he simply let them grow freely. Unexpectedly, the androids created a large tribe, built houses, and started using tools. The surrounding environment also changed dramatically, with trees, flowers, beasts, birds, and the sky and earth appearing in the world. The two androids were quite grateful and worshipped him as a god, building him a large and magnificent house. They didn't refuse and moved in with their tiny figures.

As the tribe grew, conflicts easily arose with its large population. The once peaceful tribe split and went into war. Gradually, casualties began to occur within the tribe. Some people came before him and prayed to the gods for the power to resist external enemies.

Since they had created it themselves and had been receiving their offerings, they agreed without much thought and showered them with holy light of blessing. The outcome was predictable: the Yanhuang tribe received the blessing, swept away the other eight tribes, and achieved victory. After a tribal meeting, they established the world's first dynasty and unified the entire wilderness.

During this period, he was elevated to an even higher status, becoming someone whom even emperors had to kneel and worship. A larger temple was even built for him, and he led the people to worship him every year. The deity had no name, and people respectfully called him Chu.

He unexpectedly gained the power of faith from a large number of believers, but this power was of little help to him. So he gave it to the villain, since they were one with him and he couldn't let him lose face by being too weak.

He only realized in their subsequent interactions that power was accompanied by greed.

With the power to sweep away all enemies, their tempers grew. Relying on the blessings of the gods, the people of the Yanhuang tribe, who originally believed in the divine protection and noble bloodline, began to act superior and completely forgot that they came from the same lineage.

With the emergence of classes came oppression.

Exploitation, enslavement, bullying...

After the war came a long period of calm, but it was not true peace. The Yanhuang people enjoyed their high status, while the people of other tribes struggled at the bottom. After being suppressed for so long, they would rebel from time to time.

As the gods who protect Yanhuang, they are naturally hated by the others in the conflict between the two sides. They are of the same lineage, so why should they only protect the Yanhuang clan and regard them as ants?

If the gods are unjust, then overthrow them and create your own place to live.

It turns out that even a rabbit will bite when cornered.

After receiving the blessing, Yanhuang possessed extraordinary wisdom and power, as well as the luck to avoid misfortune and bring good fortune. However, they were not invincible. The other races knew their abilities, and their only advantage lay in numbers. Did they secretly incite the other races to rebel together, pretending while waiting for their turn to act?

Although other tribes can only survive at the bottom, they have a lot of room for maneuver.

Women are generally responsible for serving the men, while the men usually work in the fields or do manual labor. The daily meals are the responsibility of these lower-class barbarians. After discussing in secret, they make decisions. If they can't do it directly, they'll resort to underhanded methods, like poisoning!

The timing was set for the grand feast at the beginning of the year, a time when all the nobles gathered to celebrate, and even the guards who protected the city could get a share of the feast's food. This was the perfect time to strike.

The Yanhuang clan may have always lived a life of ease and comfort, accustomed to being high and mighty, constantly beating and scolding their subordinates, treating them as less than human. These oppressed people have long endured the bullying of the Yanhuang clan, daring not to speak out, their resentment accumulating in their hearts, waiting to erupt silently.

Despite the deep-seated discontent and resentment, the Yanhuang people were so engrossed in their pursuit of pleasure that they remained oblivious.

Finally, these oppressed people decided to endure it no longer. They united and launched an uprising that shocked the world.

The outbreak of the uprising caught the Yanhuang clan off guard. They never expected that those lowly people who usually obeyed them would dare to fight back. Faced with the surging rebel army, the Yanhuang army was powerless to resist and was quickly defeated. The short-lived dynasty was also completely overthrown in this uprising. The once arrogant young nobles could only die painfully under the torment of poison.

This uprising not only brought annihilation to the Yanhuang clan, but also destroyed the temple they worshipped. Those who were filled with hatred towards the Yanhuang clan took the opportunity to destroy the temple and loot all the statues and treasures inside.

However, this uprising did not restore normal order to the world. The other tribes, who had been united, suddenly turned against each other after the fall of the Yanhuang tribe, and began an endless infighting.

These tribes waged brutal war after war for power and resources. Although the conflict would sometimes subside, it would soon erupt again.

It goes round and round, never ending.

Faced with this situation, Chu, as the creator god, was very disappointed. He had never interfered much with human actions. He had only given the blessing because he was suddenly sentimental and thought that the believers had always worshipped him. The only unexpected thing was that the blessing was too strong, which made the Yanhuang Clan invincible on the battlefield. For this reason, he stopped showing himself and usually hid in the temple playing with the little people.

Through this experience, he realized one thing: everyone has their own destiny, and the world will spontaneously form an order to guide people to their own paths. He had no reason to break the order and interfere. The Yanhuang Clan was a good example. Originally, several clans were fighting, and the Yanhuang Clan relied on the blessing to gain the upper hand. Now they have fallen to such a state. The fact that they still have a bloodline is all thanks to the blessing of luck. Under the guidance of the order, everything seems to have been corrected and returned to its original position.

With a sigh, he decided to respect the fate of others, withdrew his blessing, and allocated a small portion of his fortune to the order of this place. Then he began to wander again. Fortunately, this time he was not alone. With the little man's company, the endless space did not seem so lonely.

Chu made up his mind to create a beautiful and stunning image for his miniature figure.