Su Ming'an stood still, the river breeze lifting his black coat, his thin robe contrasting sharply with others' down coats.
He heard a cacophony of voices, the embodiment of this era:
"...So annoying, working overtime again until so late today."
"...Let's go for all-you-can-eat barbecue this weekend; a new place opened near the school gate."
"...Broke again, sigh, if the 'Ming'an System' gave me a higher evaluation score, I could find a better job."
"...Bought a few emotion needles online, if my children and grandchildren remain ungrateful, I'll show them an emotional overload..."
"...O Creator God, I faithfully worship you. If you truly exist, please transfer ten million to my account..."
Su Ming'an silently walked by.
People know deities exist in this world, but people have never seen one, only dazzling speculative literature like 'Overbearing Creator Falls in Love with Me' or 'One day I picked up a ring of a god', stirring their hearts and desires.
