The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend

It was the last day of the contract.

The White Mane God King arrived at the Imperial College early in the morning. Some of the higher-ups were there to welcome him.

Xu Hai paced nervously in front of them, fearful for Han Wu’s safety. The Angel Civilization and the Demon Civilization were in a Holy War, and Han Wu had only recently ascended into a Major God. In the event that he was caught up in the conflict, even ten Han Wus wouldn’t be enough to get out of it safely.

The White Mane God King, on the other hand, was the picture of relaxation. After all, both outcomes favored him. He admittedly wasn’t holding out hope for the trade to come through, though. The Angel Civilization and the Demon Civilization had waged many Holy Wars in the past, and each war lasted hundreds, if not thousands, of years.

White Mane God King merely considered himself unlucky this time. The worst-case scenario would be if Han Wu failed to return with the Angel Elixirs, but he had already steeled himself for that possibility.

“This is nerve-wracking,” Xu Hai mumbled to himself as he paced.

The other higher-ups tried to placate him. “Come, Xu Hai, sit down and wait.”

“I can’t sit right now.”

His reply shocked them. Han Wu was more special to Xu Hai than they had previously thought.

Evening slowly rolled over, and just as Xu Hai’s nerves were at an all-time high, he sensed Han Wu’s presence.

“He came back! My student is back!” he cried out in joy and relief.

The other higher-ups and the White Mane God King turned toward the door to see Han Wu, covered in bandages and being assisted by one of his units, entering the room.

Xu Hai rushed forward to help Han Wu. “Look at all your wounds. Were you dragged into the Holy War?”

Han Wu shook his head, shooting his mentor a quiet look that said he would explain later before approaching the White Mane God King with the help of his unit. “Your Majesty, I have not failed you. Here is the shipment of Angel Elixirs.”

Hundreds of units entered the room to present the 3000 bottles of Angel Elixirs to the White Mane God King. With his experience in commerce, the White Mane God King could tell at a glance it was the exact number of authentic Angel Elixirs.

This outcome left him in shock. He hadn’t expected that a newly ascended Major God could successfully bring back the Angel Elixirs, and without summoning all his units at that. More importantly, none of the bottles was so much as cracked.

Even a God King like him would be hard-pressed to achieve such results. Still, the White Mane God King had his own sense of pride. He couldn’t afford to lower himself to ask a Major God how he accomplished this feat.

In the end, the White Mane God King silently stored all 3000 bottles of Angel Elixirs in his divine realm. A Major God’s divine realm couldn’t hold the Angel Elixirs, but a God King’s was strong enough to withstand the energy, avoiding the shattering of space that Han Wu had previously experienced.

Scoffing, the White Mane God King made to leave.

“Your Majesty, I believe you’ve forgotten something,” Han Wu prompted, dragging his injured body forward.

The White Mane God King squinted at Han Wu for a long moment, then asked, “Is Jiang Ming truly that important to you?”

Han Wu smiled. “Every single one of my friends is important.”

The earnest expression on Han Wu’s face brought a surge of emotions crashing over the White Mane God King. He recalled the first time he met Jiang Ming, when each of them had been traveling around different civilizations as merchants.

At that time, he had yet to become a God King, nor had Jiang Ming been a Major God. A wave of nostalgia hit the White Mane God King. Those were only memories now; he could never return to that time again.

Pulling out his contract with Jiang Ming from within his clothes, he handed it to Han Wu, heaving a sigh as he did. “It seems Jiang Ming has found a good boss.”

Han Wu took the contract with a respectful bow. With that, the White Mane God King departed.

Once the White Mane God King was gone, Xu Hai approached Han Wu in a panic. “Look at your injuries. What happened? Did the angels and demons attack you? I’ll go deal with them now!”

“Don’t worry, it’s fake.” Han Wu assured him, stopping his tirade.

He took a deep breath, and the bandages tore apart to reveal unblemished skin. Even his weakened presence rose back to normal.

Xu Hai was in shock.

“I successfully retrieved the Angel Elixirs that even the White Mane God King couldn’t recover. If I didn’t put on a show of hardship, the White Mane God King would undoubtedly feel... upset. I didn’t want to risk him not giving me the contract,” Han Wu explained.

Xu Hai laughed and gave Han Wu a pat on the back. “You have a good mind on your shoulders. The Commerce God King conducts business transactions all year round and is exceptionally intelligent. He definitely would’ve thought the task too simple if you came back without injury.”

“I think so too.” Han Wu chuckled, burning the contract in his hands. “Uncle Jiang is finally free.”

Meanwhile, in another civilization, Jiang Ming was in the middle of helping Han Wu gather resources when he felt a burning sensation in his chest.

At first, he thought the White Mane God King was using the contract to threaten him to go back, but no summons arrived, and the burning sensation dissipated into nothing. Checking his chest, he was amazed to find that the Supreme Merchant Group brand on his chest was gone.

The relationship between him and the Supreme Merchant Group was officially severed. From this point on, he no longer had ties with the Supreme Merchant Group. He was a free man!

Tears welled up in Jiang Ming’s eyes, but he refused to let them fall. “Instead of crying for the past, I need to live in the future, where hope lies.”

Jiang Ming gazed in the direction of the Divine Civilization.

Han Wu hadn’t contacted him, but Jiang Ming instinctively knew that he was the one behind the termination of his contract. While he didn’t know the specific lengths Han Wu had to go through to achieve this, he knew that it would’ve been demanding.

“Thank you, boss,” he whispered in the direction of the Divine Civilization. “Thank you.”