God doesn't want me to be human

Learn to dance --> dance until the statue bends over.

Sorry, I can't answer this question! (90° bow)

Lu Jia put his elbows on the window sill and stared into the distance in a daze.

The scenery in the distance gradually changes from left to right, from the green forest to the blue grassland and then to the golden desert.

He originally thought that after accepting the mission of the temple, the road to becoming the king of commerce would only need to work slowly and hard.

But he never expected that he would go to the temple to do a dance—the kind where the idol bends down to pass the test.

"Brother." Roy walked over.

Lu Jia turned his head and looked at his loyal little brother.

No matter how impossible this task is, he still has to give it a try, so the first step is to learn the money dance. He remembered that his younger brother could do this dance.

"Roy, can you please teach me the money dance?" Lu Jia asked sincerely.

"Yes." Roy readily agreed, he leaned forward a little closer, his eyes with glass pupils blinked, "Brother, do you want to complete the task?"

"Choose mission success, or choose mission failure?"

His little brother really enjoys playing multiple choice quizzes.

A trace of strangeness flashed in Lu Jia's mind, but he didn't care, and answered the younger brother's question: "Of course I hope the mission will be successful."

Only when he succeeds can he become the king of business, complete system tasks, and return home.

Unless his brain was blown, why didn't he choose to succeed in the mission.

After speaking and answering, Lu Jia suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist and spine.

Huh?

"I will help big brother!"

Roy stood up straight, pulled back the distance that people should have for talking, and showed a silly and sweet smile, "Brother, leave it to me at ease!" He patted his chest and promised.

It looks very reliable.

Then Lu Jia was taken out for shopping by him.

The carriage finally stopped at an iron and wood tool shop, and Lu Jia got off the carriage and looked at the dazzling array of iron and wood tools.

So, what are you doing here?

Originally, Roy brought Lu Jia to go shopping. Lu Jia thought he was going to buy something for dancing, or special training props. You know, according to the time agreed by the temple, Lu Jia will perform dance in the temple in seven days. The gods bend over like magic.

Unexpectedly, they came to an iron and wood tool shop.

Lu Jia looked at the various iron and wood tools, and suddenly his body shook.

He seems to have heard of a movie called "Burst Drummer" before, in which the coach constantly abuses the students mentally and physically, forcing the students out of their potential to become the number one.

Lu Jia silently looked at Roy who happily ran towards a shop of iron and wood tools.

Oppressive education is a must!

"This is very good!" Roy picked up a huge saw.

After choosing the tool, Roy turned and left holding the huge saw, and the following servants would naturally pay the bill.

On the way back, a huge saw was tied to the back of the carriage.

Lu Jia sat in the carriage, looked at Roy, and asked hesitantly, "Roy...what are you buying the saw for?"

"Secret." Roy put his right index finger in front of his lips, his eyes with glass pupils bent, "Brother will find out in a few days!"

very good!Doesn't look like it was used on him.

Since it has nothing to do with oppressive education, Lu Jia didn't want to explore why the younger brother suddenly erupted with the spirit of a craftsman.

The day of learning the money dance has officially arrived.

Lu Jia, who practiced dancing every day, was skeptical of life. Every time she lay in bed, she wished she couldn't get out of bed. After practicing dancing, her muscles ached all over her body.

Especially on the first day of stretching, Lu Jia's face was pale, and he felt that the ligament in his knee must be broken.

The resilience of the human body has been fully demonstrated in just a few days.

Compared with Lu Jia's dire situation, Roy seemed to be so comfortable. After teaching dance every day, he went out with the huge saw on his shoulders.

Lu Jia no longer had the strength to care about where his younger brother went to play, and the daily dance practice was killing him.

Seven days passed in a flash, and finally it was the day to go to the temple to dance.

Lu Jia and Roy got into the carriage, and the carriage drove towards the temple.

In the carriage, Lu Jia was a little nervous. He tightened his grip on the hem of his clothes, wishing he could have a few more days in dire straits.

"Don't be nervous." Roy, who was sitting opposite, leaned forward, hugged Lu Jia, and let him rest his head in his arms, "Brother will definitely succeed!"

Lu Jia, who was embraced, forced the corners of his mouth to smile.

Dancing until the statue bends down, this kind of hell-level task almost made Lu Jia suspect that there was a shady scene in the lottery draw, but the priest accidentally made a mistake and deliberately retaliated against him so that he could not complete the task.

No matter how tense and stressed, the carriage arrived at the temple.

After getting off the carriage, Lu Jia looked at the resplendent temple, took several deep breaths, controlled his nervous heartbeat, and walked into the temple.

No matter what, now, the only thing Lu Jia can do is to dance a money dance.

Then have a good dance!

Lu Jia brought Roy and the housekeeper to the entrance of the temple, where the old priest was already waiting.

The old priest respectfully let Lu Jia and Roy in, and then stopped the housekeeper.

"This is a dance dedicated to the gods. Except for the son of God and the priest, no one else can enter." The old priest said, and then closed the door of the temple.

The door was closed, Lu Jia turned around and found that the housekeeper hadn't been able to come in.

His heart flustered for a moment, but after looking at Roy beside him, Lu Jia's heart settled down again.

The splendid hall with golden walls has long since lost those golden chairs, exposing the exquisite and magnificent pictures and texts on the golden floor. A small mountain of gold coins occupies the center of the hall. Not far from Lu Jia's feet.

Lu Jia suddenly remembered that Roy who danced the money dance for him in the desert said:

The money dance is done with gold coins.

Although some gold coins were used in practice, Lu Jia now understands what Roy said earlier.

The money dance is a dance on countless money.

Apart from the gold coin mountain, the most eye-catching thing in the hall is the god statue... God statue?Idol!

Lu Jia stared at the statue in astonishment.

The huge golden god statue has a neat cut line at the waist, and a corner of the A-shaped ladder is exposed behind it. At the foot of the A-shaped ladder, there is a huge familiar saw.

Lu Jia turned his head to look at Roy. He felt his neck was stiff and made a rattling sound.

is it you?

Lu Jia saw Roy who was looking forward to him dancing and beaming.

Lu Jia's neck was stuck again and he looked at the old priest.

Are you going to kill someone?

The old priest had already reached the corner to face the wall.

Lu Jia's brain's calm strings were about to break.

What if my younger brother chopped off someone else's precious gold statue with a big saw we bought together for me in an environment where the whole world believes in the same god? ! ! !

Lu Jia had no idea of ​​going to dance anymore, he just wanted to drag his younger brother and flee in fear of crime!

"Brother." The younger brother patted Lu Jia on the shoulder, "Go up and dance!"

Lu Jia looked at Roy in disbelief, and Roy smiled.

Lu Jia looked at the old priest facing the wall again.

The dog tried desperately to calm down.

Calm down, calm down, calm down, calm down... Roy sawing off the idol is definitely not a day or two. Even if the old priest was lazy and didn't come to the hall of the temple and didn't find it, he should have discovered it just now... Anyway, just be an old man The priest lost his mind... now is not the time to drag Roy and run away, so calm down and pretend that nothing happened... nothing happened...

"Brother?" The culprit, unconscious, Roy, touched Lu Jia's waist and urged.

Lu Jia took a deep look at Roy, and then walked towards the mountain of gold coins.

Now is not a good time to kill the younger brother.

Walking up the gold coin mountain, Lu Jia's legs trembled slightly. He was guilty of not daring to look at the shackled god statue. He lowered his head and performed the money dance stiffly.

He didn't ask for anything to complete the task of the temple, he just asked not to be arrested and burned to death with Roy.

He can work hard to earn money, and he can donate all his property to the temple before returning to Earth.

A dance is over.

There was a loud bang when the dance stopped.

"Boom—long!"

With a pale face, Lu Jia raised his head and looked at the statue.

A person stood on the broken statue whose upper body fell to the ground. His long white hair was slightly blown by the wind from the collision. The corners of his red robe moved slightly, and his eyes with glass pupils shone brightly.

Standing there was tiny, more like a god than the original giant statue.

"Brother, the statue has bent down for you."

Eyes with glass pupils curved up.

Lu Jia's face was beyond pale.

It's over, it's time to go to the stake.

In the square crowded with dense crowds, there were two racks, one was a fire rack, the other was also a fire rack, one tied him up, the other helped Roy, and the angry people lit a torch, and the two of them passed the gameover.

The old priest was also attracted by the huge sound and turned around. Seeing the collapsed statue and Roy standing on the broken statue, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled helplessly: "Son of God, you completely destroyed the statue. gone."

Things don't seem to be going right?

Lu Jia finally had the courage to turn his head to look at the old priest, and found that the old priest did not lose his temper and was heartbroken, but had a helpless expression on his face.

Lu Jia turned to look at Roy.

Son of God?

Isn't his little brother a scrawny homeless man in Kaka City?When did you become the Son of God?

Hearing the old priest's words, the corners of Roy's lips curled up, and his glass pupils curved slightly.

"To shut up."

He raised his head and looked at the resplendent ceiling, as if looking at someone through the barrier of the ceiling.

"Compared to a guy who doesn't know whether he exists or not, I am more like a god."

"Except that I will die like a normal person."

He withdrew his gaze and looked at the old priest, the corners of his lips curved even wider.

"Why don't you understand, you hypocrite?"

"Sigh." The old priest sighed and looked at Roy. "Son of God, your ability is bestowed on you by the gods. It is the love of the gods to you. You should be more pious."

Lu Jia, who was standing on the gold coin mountain, looked at Roy on the broken statue, not knowing what to say.

The younger brother is a son of God.

The younger brother is particularly rebellious against the gods.

The younger brother looks a little strange now.

"Roy..." Lu Jia hesitated and called out.

He needs a feedback from Roy, otherwise he doesn't know how to treat Roy.

Roy no longer cared about the old priest, looked at Lu Jia who was uneasy, and then showed a silly smile: "I almost forgot to praise my brother! My brother danced well just now!"

Seeing the familiar smile and tone, Lu Jia breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at Roy who was standing on the broken statue.

When he and Roy walked out of the temple intact, Lu Jia still sighed in his heart that today was really a twists and turns. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end and he came out safely.

Suddenly, Roy stopped, and he raised his head to look at the corner of the sky.

"God?"

Lu Jia looked over subconsciously, there was nothing but the clear blue sky.

A second before Lu Jia looked over, the space there distorted for a moment, highlighting the appearance of vines and sickles, and then returned to its original state.