w I would die? And even left such a message!”
Chen Wenzhong was unrelenting.
“Well, being a god, predicting a mortal's death is quite easy!”
“Predict? Alright, I give up! If I'd known, I wouldn’t have gone out! Who cares about heaven and earth, eating is most important. Damn it!”
Chen Wenzhong rancorously clutched his head in regret, banging it against the floor with loud thuds.
“Alright, alright! Stop it! A person, once dead, should move on!”
The God of Music stopped Chen Wenzhong, who was bleeding from his head, and tried to console him.
“Sigh! Forget it, it’s fate. I can’t change it! I’ll just live my next life as a wealthy family member!”
Thinking about being reborn into a wealthy family, Chen Wenzhong felt a bit excited.
“Oh! This might turn out differently!”
As Chen Wenzhong was secretly delighted, the God of Music shattered his beautiful dream.
“Huh?! Why? Please, don’t do this. I’m just a mortal, have mercy!”
Chen Wenzhong hurriedly grabbed the God of Music’s leg, crying.
“Hahaha! You misunderstood! I’m not stopping you from being reborn into a wealthy family!”
“Huh? Then what do you intend, great deity?”
Chen Wenzhong looked up at the God of Music with snot and tears.
“I’m going to send you to a cultivation world. Don't worry, you’ll be a wealthy son there!”
The God of Music spoke seriously to Chen Wenzhong.
“Huh? Why me?”
“Based on my title, you should know my powers, right?”
“Music?”
Chen Wenzhong had never felt such a strong urge to curse. Others practice cultivation wielding swords and supernatural powers, but this god wanted him to sing—a musician challenging warriors, just asking for trouble!
“Relax! Who said music is weak? I’ll help you out!”
“Why? You’re already a god, what do you need from me?”
Chen Wenzhong couldn’t comprehend why the God of Music needed him, a mere mortal.
“God? Hardly. I’m just a remnant soul now, and the one who made me like this is a deity from the cultivation world where I’ll be sending you. I need you to help me take down that jerk!”
“Uh, you’re the god, so you call the shots!”
Chen Wenzhong could only feel helpless, stuck with this mess.
“I’ll give you a solid foundation for cultivation, rest assured. How you use your powers will be up to you!”
The God of Music raised his hand and placed it on Chen Wenzhong’s forehead. A powerful force entered Chen Wenzhong’s mind, something he couldn’t perceive. As the force increased, Chen Wenzhong finally fainted.
“To be safe, I’m leaving a clone to guide you. The higher your cultivation level, the more valuable the gifts I left you will become!”
The last thing Chen Wenzhong heard before losing consciousness completely was this statement, then he passed out.
“Alright! My work here is done! King of Hades, I leave the rest to you!”
The God of Music’s figure gradually dissip

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