The Journey to Godhood in Another World

Luo Li, Ling Wei, and Lin Weixi arrived at the orphanage together. The sky was gloomy, and the heavy dark clouds seemed ready to press down at any moment, adding to the oppressive atmosphere of the orphanage.

The orphanage's gate was rusty, and the hinges made a creaking sound when they turned, like an old man struggling to breathe.

The paint on the gate had long since peeled off, and the exposed metal surface was pitted and uneven from the erosion of time, with deep rust marks resembling the wrinkles of its weathered history.

Stepping into the courtyard, one sees that the whitewash on the walls has peeled off badly, revealing the mottled bricks underneath, and some places are covered with moss, seemingly telling the story of the ruthlessness of time.

The once pristine white walls have now been transformed into a chaotic graffiti canvas, with gray bricks and dark green moss intertwined to create a somber and desolate hue.

There are several cracks in the wall, like deep ravines left after the earth has dried up, extending from the base of the wall to the top, making one worry that the wall might collapse at any moment.

The ground in the yard was uneven and pitted, with several puddles reflecting the dilapidated state of the place.

In the puddles, fallen leaves and trash float on the murky surface, and occasionally a few small insects can be seen struggling to survive.

Some of the bricks and stones on the ground were broken, revealing sharp edges, like hidden traps ready to teach any unsuspecting passerby a harsh lesson.

Dean Chu Man came forward, her face bearing a kind smile, but her eyes betrayed her exhaustion.

"Welcome to our orphanage," Chu Man said, her voice slightly hoarse. She then led the three on a slow tour.

Luo Li saw that a dozen children were sitting together in a simple house.

Two children were in particularly distressing situations: a four-year-old girl and a two-year-old boy. Both suffered from heart disease, their faces were pale, their lips were slightly purple, and their bodies were so thin that they looked as if a gust of wind could blow them over.

The boy sat there with his eyes wide open, holding an unfinished apple in his hand; the girl quietly nestled in the corner, clutching a tattered rag doll tightly in her arms.

The apple in the boy's hand had been bitten down to only half, and the flesh had turned yellow from oxidation, but he still held it tightly, as if it were his most precious treasure.

The rag doll in the girl's arms had tattered clothes with cotton stuffing peeking out from the gaps, but her eyes were filled with dependence and comfort.

There are also two children with physical disabilities who have difficulty moving around, but their eyes also reveal a strong will.

A child whose legs are unable to walk can only crawl on the ground with difficulty using his hands. His palms are covered with thick calluses, which are the marks left by his countless frictions with the ground.

Another child has a missing arm, yet he tries his best to do all sorts of things with his only arm. Every movement seems so strenuous, yet so determined.

The other children were focused on making crafts, their little fingers working diligently with the materials, their faces showing seriousness and dedication.

Chu Man said softly, "The children usually go to school, and during holidays they do some handicrafts to earn some money to help with the expenses of the orphanage."

Judging from the children's behavior and expressions, it is clear that Chu Man has managed to educate them very well despite the difficult conditions; they are polite and sensible.

On the other side of the courtyard was the children's dormitory. The dormitory door was a rickety wooden door, the lock on it was broken, and it could only be held together by a rope.

Pushing open the door, a damp, musty smell hit me. Inside the dormitory were several dilapidated beds, some of the wooden planks on the bed boards were broken and could only be propped up with a few bricks.

The sheets and blankets were washed until they were almost white and covered in countless patches, but the children folded them neatly.

In the corner, there were several old wooden boxes, which were where the children stored their clothes.

The wooden crate lid could no longer be closed, and the clothes inside were pitifully few—just a few thin shirts and trousers, looking so helpless in the cold winter.

Further ahead is the orphanage's dining hall. There are several holes in the roof of the dining hall, and whenever it rains, rainwater drips down, forming small puddles on the ground.

The tables and chairs in the canteen were also incomplete; some tables were missing a leg and could only be supported by a few stones.

The iron pot on the stove was rusty, and some burnt food residue remained at the bottom.

On the cutting board next to them were several chipped bowls and plates, which were the children's eating utensils.

Luo Li and the other two looked at the children with pity in their hearts.

After the visit, they silently handed all the money they had to Dean Chu.

Luo Li made up her mind to sponsor the orphanage. These children were so pitiful, and she would definitely come often in the future to help them as much as she could.

After seeing Ling Wei off at the airport, Luo Li went to Huaxi Entertainment. Her emotions remained unsettled for a long time. Images of the children in the orphanage and the scenes at the Sihang Warehouse Anti-Japanese War Memorial Hall floated through her mind, and she also thought about some heartbreaking phenomena in society today.

Many years have passed since the victory in the War of Resistance against Japan, and people today seem to have gradually forgotten that arduous and heroic history, and forgotten the countless nameless heroes who sacrificed their lives for peace.

Many teenagers today blindly idolize foreign celebrities but lack due respect for their own country's soldiers, resulting in a serious deviation in their values.

Luo Li felt she had to do something to awaken the fighting spirit and patriotism deep within everyone's hearts.

Luo Li remembered a song that was very popular on short videos in her previous life. She wanted to make the public remember those forgotten histories and heroes.

She came to Ke Shiyin because she wanted to use Ke Shiyin's fame and influence to make the song known to more people.

Before Luo Li arrived, she called Song Hui and learned that Song Hui had accompanied Ke Shiyin to participate in a program recording and had just finished and was on her way back. So she waited for Song Hui in her office.

Luo Li sat at her desk, picked up her pen, took a deep breath, and began to concentrate on composing the score for the song.

Her gaze was resolute, and her thoughts seemed to travel back to her past life, with images of heroes bravely fighting the enemy flashing before her eyes.

Her hand moved quickly across the paper, and musical notes flowed from the tip of her pen, each one filled with her deep affection and expectations.

A while later, Ke Shiyin and Song Hui rushed over. Ke Shiyin walked into the office and, before she could even sit down, saw the sheet music on the table.

She picked it up curiously, and the moment her eyes fell upon it, she was captivated.

That unique melody seemed to have a magical power, instantly penetrating her heart.

Ke Shiyin began to hum softly. Her voice was a little awkward at first, but as she hummed more, she gradually poured her emotions into it, and her voice became more and more passionate.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, her body swayed gently to the melody, completely immersed in the world of the song.

Luo Li watched quietly from the side, her heart filled with anticipation. She hoped that through Ke Shiyin's singing, this song would be like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples and awakening people's sleeping souls.