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The faint thread of connection between my wisdom core and the first system pulsed gently in my mind, like the heartbeat of a newborn. I focused on it, letting my divine sense flow along the link until it reached the lower world where I had sent the artifact.
Images bloomed before my eyes—fragmented at first, then sharper, clearer, as I adjusted my focus.
The user had accepted the system.
Her name… Shan Liang.
Even before I delved into her memories, I could feel it—the warmth that radiated from her spirit. The way her heart resonated with the principles I had woven into the system. She was like sunlight breaking through clouds after a storm, illuminating even the darkest corners.
I watched her move through the dusty paths of a small village, the air heavy with the scent of herbs and wood smoke. Children clustered around her legs, eyes wide with wonder, as she handed out small medicinal pouches she had prepared herself. In the shade of a crumbling wall, she knelt beside an old man wracked with coughs, pressing her hands gently against his chest.
Spirit energy flowed from her palms like a river of light.
Her healing technique wasn't just skill—it was artistry. Spirit threads intertwined with the old man's life force, mending small tears, soothing pain, balancing the chaotic flow within. She did it with such ease, such gentle precision, that it was almost invisible to an untrained eye.
But I could see it clearly.
And it wasn't just her technique—it was her intention.
In this world, humans possessed a surprising degree of individual power. Many were born with a natural affinity for using spirit energy, though most lacked formal cultivation techniques. The strong ruled openly; the weak were little more than tools or stepping stones. Those with talent tended to become chieftains, warlords, or mercenaries—spending their lives conquering and subjugating rather than nurturing and protecting.
Shan Liang was different.
She could have easily carved out a territory for herself, surrounded by loyal followers, living in comfort while others bled for her. She had the strength, the talent, and the beauty that would make such a path inevitable.
Instead, she wandered.
Settlement to settlement, she travelled not for wealth or glory, but to heal, to teach, to help people feed themselves and survive the brutal winters. She refused payment most of the time, asking only for food or shelter when she needed it. Her hands were calloused not from wielding a weapon, but from grinding herbs, carrying water, and working alongside the villagers she aided.
Her kindness was not naive. I could tell she had seen cruelty—too much of it—and had simply chosen a different way.
A rare soul.
As I watched, another figure entered my vision.
A tall, lean man, with a quiet presence that seemed to linger just outside the center of attention. His clothing was plain, his steps deliberate. His eyes—cold, sharp, predatory—never stopped scanning their surroundings.
He kept close to Shan Liang, just enough distance to give her freedom, but never far enough that he couldn't reach her in an instant. His hand hovered near the hilt of a short blade at his waist, and I could feel the lethal intent woven into his every movement.
He wasn't simply guarding her.
He was watching everything. Every person who looked her way. Every shifting shadow. Every twitch of a stranger's fingers.
I probed a little deeper. His name came to me like a whisper from the system's data feed: Xie E.
And I froze.
That name… I knew it. Not from this life, but from the original Douluo Dalu novels of my past life on Earth.
In the original story, the God of Kindness was a woman named Shan Liang. Her spouse—and perfect opposite—was the God of Evil, Xie E.
They were a paradox: the purest light bound to the deepest shadow. The stories had always fascinated me, because despite their opposing domains, they loved each other completely. They balanced each other. In their era, they had been among the most respected deities in the divine realm—proof that good and evil could coexist without destroying each other.
And now… here they were.
Not gods yet. Not even close. Just mortals in a backward world. But the personalities matched perfectly. The names were the same. Their connection was obvious even now, though unspoken—he was her shadow, her shield; she was his light, his anchor.
What were the odds?
I leaned back slightly in my divine seat, unable to stop a slow grin from forming.
I had been testing the first system without any expectation of dramatic results. This was meant to be a trial run, a proof of concept. And instead, I had stumbled directly into the lives of two future gods—two of the most important gods, if the original storyline was anything to go by.
It was almost laughable. Fate itself seemed to be conspiring with me.
I switched my vision between the two of them for a while, watching their quiet dance. Shan Liang stopping to treat a child's fever; Xie E standing just far enough to keep the curious from crowding too close, his gaze hardening whenever anyone eyed her too long. Shan Liang smiling warmly at villagers; Xie E's lips pressed into a thin line, as if smiling were something his muscles had long forgotten how to do.
They didn't need my interference right now. The system would guide Shan Liang, nudging her toward innovations, knowledge, and wisdom. Xie E… well, I suspected he would follow wherever she went, and his protective nature would ensure she survived long enough to fulfill her destiny.
Still, my mind was already making plans.
When they neared the threshold—when they approached the point where their mortal shells could no longer contain their potential—I would act. I would provide them with a flood of humanity's faith power, gathered by my God of Humanity position. It would give them the final push they needed to ascend, without making it obvious that the help had come from me.
The divine realm could always use more human gods. And I… I could always use allies I could trust.
Especially ones like them.
With a final glance at the pair, I slowly withdrew my divine consciousness from the lower world. The image of Shan Liang's warm smile and Xie E's cold, watchful eyes lingered in my mind.
Back in my divine domain, I let the connection fade until only the faint hum of the system's link remained. If anything went wrong, if the system detected danger beyond Shan Liang's ability to handle, I would know instantly.
Until then, I would let things play out naturally. The system was in place. Fate had already laid its threads.
Sometimes, the best way to guide a seed was simply to give it good soil and step back.
I closed my eyes, and a quiet satisfaction settled over me.
The God of Kindness and the God of Evil… and I found them before they even knew what they would become.
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