Within Room E, the atmosphere underwent a radical shift, pivoting from casual ease to frozen solemnity in an instant.
Qinghong took another deep breath. Her eyes, usually lively, now revealed a depth that transcended her species.
It was a gaze that did not belong to an ordinary young girl, but to a weathered soul that had lingered on the edge of life and death, finally crawling out from a pool of cold blood.
She looked into the screen, her gaze seemingly piercing through countless electronic components and divine connections to stare directly into the soul of every viewer.
"I know that during these times, many people must be asking whether it is right or wrong for us 'outcasts' to occupy human bodies."
The audience before their screens fell into a state of confusion.
Viewers who had grown accustomed to her playful and bubbly persona were completely blindsided by this heavy topic.
At that moment, the chat became a vacuum of deathly silence.
Those moralists who usually spoke with self-righteousness about "humanitarianism" felt their fingertips burn, unable to type a single sanctimonious word.
Qinghong did not speak of "justice" or "human rights" like a human broadcaster. Her eyes held an absolute indifference and loyalty found only in animals. Her voice was not loud, yet it carried an unquestionable penetration.
"But you have misunderstood one thing: we do not care what you think at all. What I'm about to disclose is everything this body's original owner did to me when I was a white mouse. This is so she can finally taste what it's like to face an irresistible existence—to experience the humiliation, pain, and helplessness that I once endured..."
As she spoke, Qinghong's nostrils flared as she quietly took another deep breath to soothe her trembling hands.
She pressed one hand firmly over the other, trying to suppress the bone-deep fear and tension within her. Internally, she cheered herself on frantically, reminding herself: You're the 'Rain and Dew' appointed by the Beast God. Pull yourself together; stay sharp.
"Before, you always claimed we were the 'weak' side, which is why you treated us so wantonly. Now that the positions are reversed, the era—it has changed." She paused, letting out a cold sneer. "Besides, isn't this the very rule you humans established? The law of the jungle."
At that moment, two glaring comments pierced the silence:
—[The laws of nature are based on natural selection. Humans reaching the top of the food chain is the choice of evolution. Isn't a deity's forced intervention a destruction of natural balance?]
—[Eras change constantly. We humans evolved into higher beings. Who told you to be so useless and fail to evolve like us?]
Many viewers watched these comments with shock. The tone was so arrogant one could practically imagine the posters looking down their noses through the screen. Most people chose to stay out of it, maintaining an attitude of not associating with fools.
Someone even whispered a quiet lament: "Wow bro, I respect you as a warrior for daring to talk about 'evolution' in front of this 'Divine Messenger'."
Qinghong saw these comments and replied with a direct sneer.
"Hah, and then? The 'right and wrong' you discuss are words invented by humans. In a laboratory cage, there is only 'life' and 'death'. Now, I am simply taking back what you once defined as 'survival resources'."
She withdrew all expression from her face, making her tone as flat as possible, but Its pupils contracted dangerously in that instant.
"Furthermore, humans, let me make this clear to you—the era has changed. Your rules no longer apply."
She allowed the undisguised worship and love in her eyes to be seen by everyone as her tone shifted from gentle to sharp: "The Great One, our Great Beast God, never cares whether you humans are murderers or saints. She looks only at one thing: What didyou do to animals?"
The moment those words were spoken, those in the chat who attempted to use moral kidnapping were instantly and permanently banned.
Behind the scenes, the Blue Phoenix expressed: How could I allow you to continuously disparage the majesty of The Great One?
Leaders of every nation clenched their fists in unison.
At this moment, a startling consensus was reached among billions of viewers across the Blue Planet: the thoughts and feelings of animals, once ignored by everyone, were now presiding over the entirety of human civilization with an invincible dominance.
They discovered with despair that in the logic of the Beast God, the "morality" defined by human society fell completely outside the scope of Her evaluation. Your virtue was defined solely by your level of compassion toward weak and small living beings.
At this moment, Qinghong acted like a high-precision emotional converter, instantly withdrawing the sharpness she had just displayed.
She rubbed her cheeks, revealing that world-famous, forced yet radiant smile.
"Alright, we'll save the heavy topics for later."
She stood beneath that phoenix blossom tree, which bloomed like fire and sunset, the flowers behind her appearing like a crown.
She knew deeply that in this era of despair, pain was a bitter medicine, but hope was the light needed to keep living.
"We are going to continue the gratitude list we didn't finish yesterday! However—"
She playfully drew out her words, pointing to a strange fruit suspended among the flowering branches.
The fruit was fire-red, with a texture as transparent as amber. Most bizarrely, it was pulsing rhythmically in the air like a real heart, each beat emitting an enchanting red glow.
"Tada—! Look! This is the upgraded Red Fruit Button! The Great Goddess has already gathered all the blood-stained, ill-gotten wealth from those 'Ablators' and poured it into the 'Pool of Causality'. Now, I only need to press it, and every single person who deserves to receive money will get their share—not a penny less!"
At that moment, the world fell into a deathly silence, so quiet that a falling leaf could be heard. In the underground command centers, the high-ranking officials of the Long Nation instinctively sat up straight, holding their breath.
This was no ordinary charity; this was a complete demolition and reconstruction of the global financial logic. If yesterday's transfers were a warning, then today's "One-Click Causality" was a total social reorganization.
Countless people trapped by poverty, some even standing on the edge of a precipice, closed their eyes and whispered: "Let it be me... please let it be me..."
The air was thick with the tremors of prayer; even the sound of wind blowing over an empty bottle was clearly audible. Every eye was locked onto that glowing Red Fruit.
"Get ready—"
Qinghong's voice echoed in every corner of the Blue Planet. She extended three slender, pale fingers, and under the gaze of billions, she pulled them back one by one:
"Three!"
"Two!"
Viewers watched with bated breath, their heartbeats seemingly merging into a muffled thunder. In that interval of extreme tension, Qinghong's other hand lightly covered the heart-beating red fruit. Her gaze was bright, though upon closer inspection, her fingers were trembling slightly.
"One!"
"BANG—!"
As the fruit was slammed down, the previously silent livestream erupted in a spectacular red light.
Following this, a golden torrent composed of countless phantom gold coins—visible to the naked eye—surged along the broadcast signal. Through satellites, base stations, and even those invisible, intertwined red lines of causality, it gushed toward the entire Blue Planet!
In that moment, every ATM in the world—including those unused, those rusted, and even bank equipment long since disconnected from power—erupted into a frantic hum.
Blue lights flashed; gears ground together.
Bank staff everywhere gasped in fear, worried that a cross-bank operation of this intensity would cause the systems to crash and burn instantly.
Yet, that divine power acted like the finest machine oil, steadily and accurately siphoning the last remaining warmth from the Ablators' accounts and allocating it to those who treated all living things with a heart of truth and goodness.
And it didn't stop there.
In the northwest of the Brown Bear Nation, the wind and snow cut like knives.
A forest ranger, who spent years in lonely vigil guarding the woods—preferring to eat hard, cold bread himself so he could afford medicine for an injured wild fox—was sitting on a rickety wooden stool watching the livestream.
As Qinghong's voice fell, his drafty wooden living room was suddenly flooded with a brilliant golden light, so bright the middle-aged man could barely open his eyes.
"CLANG! CLANG!"
It was the sound of solid metal colliding violently. The man stood up in shock, seeing several stacks of neatly piled gold ingots appear out of thin air on the bare dirt floor! Each one was exceptionally heavy, reflecting a golden glow throughout the small cabin, filling even the cracks in the walls with that prosperous hue.
Meanwhile, beneath a highway overpass in a southern city of B.E.N..
An old beggar, covered in filth, was dragging his weary body back to his spot. Before he could even get close, he was stunned by the sight before him—the stray cats and dogs he fed daily had formed a conscious perimeter, three layers deep. They bared their teeth, growling at the greedy passersby, their eyes flashing with an unprecedented ferocity.
Only when the old beggar appeared did the animals wag their tails and part to make a way. At the center of the clearing, the ground was covered in gleaming gold! Beneath the belly of every single cat and dog, one to three gold ingots were pressed firmly into the dirt.
"Old man, you've hit the jackpot! Share the wealth!"
Several nearby vagrants had already grown red-eyed with greed. One physically imposing fellow lunged forward, attempting to snatch a large ingot from the ground.
"TSSSS—!!!"
A piercing sound of searing flesh rang out. The man shrieked and yanked his hand back; the moment he touched the gold, his palm had been burned pitch black, and the air was instantly filled with the nauseating stench of scorched meat.
To the greedy, those ingots were no longer wealth—they were branding irons forged from molten lava!
"Everyone... received them, right?" Qinghong asked the camera, her voice tinged with a lingering, nervous tension.
The screen was instantly submerged in a flood of comments: "Received!", "Thank you, Divine Messenger!"
Many even posted photos of their living rooms piled high with gold bricks. Only then did she let out a sigh of relief.
Of course, there were also vitriolic comments from the enraged: "This is unfair!" "Why does a beggar get this?!"
Qinghong didn't pay them any mind. She stared at the screen, suddenly slapping her forehead. "Oh! To those who received gold, please pay attention... um, what was I supposed to say? Wait a second! I forgot!"
This display of "clumsiness" left the audience between laughter and tears. One second she was a decisive judge, and the next she was a forgetful intern. The viewers couldn't help but wonder: Is the transition always this fast? Is she really the same person?
Qinghong quickly turned her head like an elementary student who had made a mistake, looking pleadingly toward the BluePhoenix off-camera. The Blue Phoenix let out a helpless sigh, moving Its slender wing as divine power manifested a line of large text in the void.
Once Qinghong saw it clearly, she hurriedly announced: "Everyone, remember! This gold carries a Curse of Causal Protection—only if the original owner gives it away willingly can the gold be transferred. Otherwise, anyone who steals it... dies!"
The moment those words were spoken, the vagrants under the bridge collapsed in despair. The man with the scorched hand wailed in agony, cursing the cats and dogs. He finally understood: as long as the old beggar did not nod his head, that gold was nothing but lethal poison to him.
Within the Divine Realm, all was silent save for the swirling celestial mists.
The Great Beast God sat beside a throne seemingly woven from the laws of the universe itself. Looking down and witnessing Qinghong's current resilience and transformation, She nodded with relief. "Qinghong has finally grown up."
By Her knee, the Nightmare Beast, who had been lying as still as an obedient child, raised Its noble head and nodded solemnly. It then pressed closer into the Goddess's broad, warm palm, emitting a faint hum of satisfaction as It savored the touch that spanned ten thousand years.
However, this tranquility was shattered in an instant.
A shrill sound of tearing air, accompanied by violent waves of energy, raced toward them.
The force was enough to rend the heavens, yet the moment it stepped into the Divine Realm, it was gently neutralized—failing to even disturb a single blade of immortal grass beneath the throne.
"BURP—!"
The newcomer was none other than the Wealth Devourer, who had just finished Its "feast" in space. It arrived letting out a continuous string of loud burps; every time It opened Its mouth, a powerful EMP was involuntarily released. Yet these ripples, capable of paralyzing human communications, vanished like a drop in the ocean the moment they came within five or six meters of the Goddess.
Originally intending to confess Its guilt, the Wealth Devourer saw the Nightmare Beast monopolizing The Great One's touch. That tiny bit of "guilt" was instantly eclipsed by a surge of "jealousy".
—Confessions can wait; competing for favor is the true priority of life!
"The Great One—" The Wealth Devourer retracted Its claws and suppressed Its divine might, putting on a pitiful expression as It tried to trot forward to act spoiled.
However, the Goddess merely raised Her hand slightly. A flick of energy from Her fingertip transformed into an invisible barrier, and Her gaze signaled It to stay in the "Safe Zone" ten meters away.
The Wealth Devourer fell into immediate depression. It squatted on the spot, whimpering from the back of Its throat. The mournful frequency made the sharp-eared Nightmare Beast sneeze and secretly roll Its eyes.
Though the Goddess appeared cold, She did not truly ignore It. With a sweep of Her long sleeve, ten thousand multicolored auspicious clouds surged from the horizon, surrounding the Wealth Devourer's massive frame.
These wisps of cloud entered the gaps in Its scales, slowly drawing out the turbulent energy generated by the excessive consumption of technological weapons.
The once-pure clouds gradually became stained with the deep blue and purple-black light of lightning, transforming into a heavy thundercloud.
Once the violent aura inside the WealthDevourer calmed down, Its drooping golden tail began to wag back and forth again, looking very much like a giant Golden Retriever.
"—I knew The Great One loved me most," the Wealth Devourer transmitted flatteringly.
Only then did the Goddess withdraw Her divine power. Her gaze returned to the water mirror, Her voice calm yet imbued with majesty. "Wealth Devourer, the words of My admonition—hast Thou forgotten them? Dost Thou, then, know what must now be done?"
The Wealth Devourer's features slumped comically. Realizing It was in the wrong, It shrunk Its neck, only to see that The GreatBeast God's attention had already shifted back to Qinghong's livestream.
Watching Qinghong's frantic yet sincere efforts, the corner of the Beast God's mouth curled upward. That slight smile caused every immortal flower in the Divine Realm to bloom instantly.