Dimensional Supermarket - Chapter 77

The figure in the light is just a dark silhouette, but the radiance outlines a tall and slender frame.

Even though no one can see his face or knows where he comes from, everyone still kneels down willingly.

He possesses power beyond human comprehension—he is God.

Ye Zhou looks at the lord and the slaves kneeling before him, his expression calm.

He can’t help but recall the first time he sees Cao’er and her mother. They struggle and desperately kowtow to him, even knocking themselves unconscious. What he sees on their faces is the pure, desperate will to survive— That kind of raw, instinctive, brutal desire for life.

But now, looking at the faces of these people, he sees something different: a greedy ambition. A desire not to live, but to take more from him.

Cao’er and her mother move him. Their plight stirs his sympathy and compels him to reach out.

But these people make him feel disgusted.

He raises his foot.

The lord’s forehead is pressed tightly to the ground. The scent at the tip of his nose is earthy, with a hint of rotting leaves, yet he finds it pleasant — more so than the most expensive spices.

A shadow falls over his head. Just a glimpse of it makes the lord tremble violently, every inch of his flesh quivering.

“Are you the lord of this place?” A strange voice echoes in his ears. It is soft, with a strange and unfamiliar accent—odd, but oddly fitting. It doesn’t sound human, but it doesn’t feel wrong either.

The lord swallows and replies with a trembling voice, “My revered, great, true god from the moon, I am Ryan Kadiel—your most devoted believer, your most loyal servant, your shepherd. I will give you everything.”

There is no reply.

Ryan is terrified, but he dares not raise his head. He can only remain motionless, kneeling.

Time passes—so long that his sweat soaks into the earth beneath his face—before the strange voice comes again.

“Whose land is this?”

Ryan prides himself on being a clever man—maybe not as clever as the king, but certainly far sharper than most nobles. He answers without hesitation: “This is your land! Not just this, but all the land on this continent belongs to you! I’ll have a palace built for you immediately!” Ryan can’t stop himself. “It will be decorated with the finest gems, the richest furs, and—”

He begins listing every luxury he can think of, cramming them all into the imagined palace.

Then, he hears a soft chuckle. That laugh makes his heart ease—Lord Moon God has accepted him.

He doesn’t think there is anything wrong with it. To serve a god, one has to offer everything—wealth, body, soul. Only through hardship can one earn the favor of a god. If the gods give freely, their blessings would be cheapened.

Ryan is ready to suffer. Only then will the god grant him eternal life—free him from his fief, free him from this continent. Even if he has to break his bones climbing this mountain, he will endure it for the sake of immortality.

“You, come here.” The voice rings out again.

Ryan instinctively looks up— But before he can stand, someone else has already moved.

His face twists in rage.

The witch doctor!

That witch doctor has been watching. The moment the Moon God speaks, he immediately stands up. If he misses this chance, Ryan will surely push him aside. If he doesn’t claim the role of messenger, Ryan will later see him as a threat and get rid of him.

He has to be the Moon God’s messenger!

Ye Zhou originally intends to summon the lord, but he doesn’t mind. It doesn’t matter who passes the message.

The witch doctor approaches Ye Zhou, head bowed, not daring to look up. He has always been silver-tongued, but now he doesn’t dare utter a word of flattery. He craves benefits, longs to be close to the god—but he also believes the god knows everything about him.

Still, he considers himself pious. Piety and selfishness should be able to coexist.

Ye Zhou doesn’t know what he is thinking, but he can tell the man is hiding something.

After meeting more people, Ye Zhou has developed a sharp eye for reading them.

The man has bird feathers in his hair, a gray beard that hides most of his face, and is bundled up tightly. But from his posture and skin, Ye Zhou can tell—he is young.

No more than thirty.

In this era, thirty is already considered old. After all, the average lifespan is around forty.

Ye Zhou asks, “What’s your name?”

The witch doctor answers stiffly, “Kurt.”

Ye Zhou: “I need you to do something.”

Kurt straightens up instantly. Encouraged, he whispers, “What does the Moon God require of me?” Then adds, “Even if you ask me to die, I will obey without hesitation!”

Ye Zhou’s voice is cold: “I don’t want slaves on my land. You are all my slaves.”

Kurt quickly echoes, “Yes, Moon God. We are all your slaves!”

He understands the meaning—the Moon God doesn’t need hierarchy among slaves. Because the only one noble here is the god Himself.

“I will stay here for a while,” says Ye Zhou. “But I don’t want a palace. I’m tired of that kind of life.”

Kurt nods earnestly, seeing nothing wrong with that. According to legend, the Sun God once turns into a horse, grazes in the woods, and falls in love with a mare. The mare gives birth to a divine child—a foal with a horse’s head and a human body. That foal eventually becomes the priest who governs the stars.

Gods never follow rules. They do as they please.

If they don’t want a palace, or even clothing—it is perfectly normal.

Ye Zhou says, “If you want to build homes, I will give you seeds and tools. Slaves must become free people.”

Kurt quickly responds, “You are so kind and generous. You are our father and mother in heaven, the torch in the dark night, guiding us to…”

Ye Zhou listens to his flattery with a wooden expression. Instead of being moved, he finds it rather amusing.

These people don’t know how to flatter tactfully. They are so blunt that it is hard not to laugh.

“I’ll come again tomorrow,” Ye Zhou says. “You should know the kind of scene I want to see.”

Kurt immediately takes the responsibility: “Even if it means dying after completing it, I will do it for you!”

“Here’s something for you.” Ye Zhou throws the glass bird he’s been holding to Kurt.

Kurt catches it hastily. Before he can even examine it, Ye Zhou speaks again, “It’s beautiful and fragile. I don’t think you want to become like this.”

Kurt freezes.

Though he suspects the butterfly might have been transformed by divine magic, he never imagines that God would transform people into such a fragile state…

Before he can speak further or show more loyalty, another intense light appears.

Kurt instinctively closes his eyes. When he opens them again, the Moon God has vanished.

Where the Moon God stood is now just emptiness, as though He has never been there, and everything that has happened seems like an illusion.

The only thing that remains is the bird in his hand, a reminder of reality.

Kurt stares at the “bird” in his hand under the firelight.

Compared to the butterfly, this bird is even more beautiful. Every feather is distinct, including its eyes, claws, and even the intricate details on its talons.

Such a delicate creation can’t possibly have been carved by human hands. Only God can transform a living bird into something like this.

The people kneeling around don’t know what has happened, and they dare not move.

Kurt quickly stuffs the “bird” into his clothes while they are still frozen in their positions.

“Ryan,” Kurt straightens his clothes and walks toward Ryan. This time, he addresses him by name, not as “Lord.” His tone is now relaxed, almost arrogant. “Get up. Lord Moon God has left.”

Ryan struggles to stand, supporting himself with difficulty. He shoots a glare at Kurt but doesn’t dare scold him. Instead, he holds his anger in check and asks, “What did Lord Moon God want?”

Kurt smiles. “Lord Moon God needs this land. He also said that he doesn’t need your slaves.”

Ryan looks confused. “What do you mean?”

Kurt raises his chin slightly, speaking with authority. “You’re all slaves of Lord Moon God. How can slaves own other slaves?”

Ryan’s expression shifts, but he doesn’t respond.

“I’ll make them free people,” Ryan says firmly.

Kurt nods. “Lord Moon God wants you to build houses. He’ll provide seeds and farming tools. He comes down this time because He wants to have some fun. You’d better understand what you should and shouldn’t do, and make sure not to upset the Lord Moon God.” Kurt continues, “As a messenger of God, I’m different from you. Don’t be hostile toward me. After all, even if I leave, you won’t become the next messenger. You’re not a witch doctor and don’t know witchcraft. We have a good relationship, and Lord Moon God trusts me.”

Kurt doesn’t want to fully offend Ryan, as he still needs him. But he also knows Ryan has no means of competing with him.

Ryan gives Kurt a reluctant glance, then nods in agreement. “I understand.”

“Let’s go down the mountain first,” Ryan says to Karl. “Go get all the parchments.”

Turning civilians into slaves is easy—just cancel their registration. But turning slaves back into civilians is a much more complicated process. Each registration needs to be rewritten, and while Ryan doesn’t need to do the paperwork himself, he still has to sign it all. With so many slaves, it could take days to finish the documents.

But Ryan doesn’t dare disobey Lord Moon God’s command, so he works with Karl and the other male servants to get it done.