The villain queen is eavesdropping on my inner thoughts and she won't let me lie down?

My name is Sanya, an untouchable, a little girl born with sin.

But I worked hard, completed all the tasks ordered by my master, completed the work within my ability for my parents and grandmother, and prayed devoutly to the goddess of war we believe in. I couldn't figure out what sin I was carrying.

Sin, shouldn't it be a word that only murderers, robbers, cheaters, and those who occupy other people's property will be judged?

Sanya didn't understand, so she could only ask her mother. My mother immediately cried and said it was all her fault and she shouldn't have given birth to me.

My mother cried so sadly that I didn't dare to ask again.

Life was hard, but the family was united, and I could eat the candy that my father saved and bought for me!

Although it was rough, it was really sweet, so sweet that Sanya felt happy, the kind of happiness described in doctrines and scriptures.

But later the master heard that I bought seeds, but the seeds turned out to be problematic, resulting in a significant reduction in income that year, and everyone had to go hungry.

Of course, the master would not starve. As long as those vicious servants came to take away the food of us untouchables, they could still live very happily.

It was a very terrible winter.

My father went into the mountains to hunt and never came back. My grandmother was sick in bed. My mother tried to support the family's livelihood and fell into the well.

After burying my mother, my brother and I went to the neighboring village to ask for some food. When my brother and I came back, my grandmother was suffocated to death in the room by the fire.

My brother said she was careless, but I know that my grandmother is the most careful person in the world and she would never make such a stupid mistake.

She is an old woman and she didn't want to drag my brother and me down. She wanted to leave the last food for us, so she made a mistake deliberately.

For the first time, I knew that it was so difficult just to survive.

But even if my grandmother gave up her illness, the food at home was not enough to survive this winter.

My brother sneaked out at night and went to the farm of the neighboring manor. He came back at night covered in blood.

He wanted to steal food but was afraid of being caught, so his bones were broken in several places.

Just for a few potatoes that were not even as big as a baby's fist, he suffered the most vicious beating. He pushed the bloody food to me, then fainted and never woke up again.

Sanya was left alone, all alone.

I ate the potatoes mixed with my brother's blood. They were not tasty, but I still swallowed them.

My brother brought them back with his life, hoping that I would live.

I must live, even though I don't know where I will end up, and what the untouchables will see at the end of their lives.

Grow up, get married, have children, starve like me, live with the expectations of my family, and then continue to reincarnate?

The pastor said that this is a beautiful world protected by the goddess of war. We live under her gift and should be grateful.

But I don't know what to be grateful for?

Thank her for giving me suffering, thank her for giving me hunger, thank her for taking away my relatives, thank her for letting those superiors deprive me of my dignity, thank her for letting the potatoes be stained with blood?

But I should live.

Live for my father, mother, grandmother, and brother, but take a look at what this world has.

If I have the chance to meet the high and mighty goddess of war, I would like to ask her face to face:

After doing all these things, are you really worthy of being high and mighty and really accepting our offerings?

I don’t want a wonderful afterlife, I just want my parents to come back.

Please, omnipotent god, you said in the hymns we must sing that you are omnipotent, right? Then you must be able to fulfill Sanya’s little wish, right?

……

My name is Tiger. My mother wanted me to be as strong as a tiger, so she gave me this name.

Because she was weak since she was a child, thinner than children of the same age, and always sick, she was only raised because she was a girl and could always get married.

But that kind of growth is ultimately difficult, not bright, and very gloomy.

So she hoped that I would have a strong physique, so that I would not be bullied, could do more labor, and become a reliable labor force at home.

In this way, even if I am a child born by a concubine, I will not be ignored and get more care, right?

Neither the beautiful name nor my mother's wishes brought me good luck. I seemed to have inherited her problems and was also thin and small.

I would be bullied outside, and my family didn't like a weak child like me. My mother and I lived like invisible people.

Knowing that my mother was sick, she lay in bed and couldn't even do the simplest cooking, washing clothes.

My grandmother took my mother to the temple and told everyone that the priest said my mother was dying of illness.

Grandpa nodded, my father nodded, my aunt nodded, my brother nodded...

Everyone knew that my mother was dying of illness.

Their expressions were very calm. When the old yellow cow in the family was sick last year, they would at least be sad for a while.

So on the third day, it was the day for my mother to be buried.

I walked at the end of the team crying, thinking that the priest was really amazing. He said that my mother would die of illness, and she really died of illness.

In front of the blazing fire, I suddenly saw the straw mat covering my mother moved.

I rushed over in surprise and held her hand. Although it was a little cold, it was still warm.

"Mom is not dead!" I shouted loudly, and my grandma picked me up.

Dad said: "Your mother died of illness, if you don't believe me, ask her?"

The straw mat was pulled away, and the mother's face was pale and she whispered: "Yes, I am already dead..."

I was stunned. At that time, I couldn't tell at all whether my mother was dead or not.

If she was dead, why was she still warm? If she was alive, why did she say she was dead.

Dad covered the house with a straw mat and lit the flames, but no crying came from the flames.

At that time, I thought that my mother might really have died of illness.

When I grew up, I thought that my mother endured the pain of being burned alive and accepted the ending given by them because she was afraid that I would worry or get excited and make my father and grandma dislike me even more.

I, who joined the Tianming Army, knew that my grandma went to the temple because the priest demanded ten times the consultation fee, so she went home and announced that her mother was going to die of illness.

If it was her daughter who was sick, would she be like this, burning her to death while she was still alive?

The mother is sick and has an equally thin and short child who is unable to resist the family's arrangements.

They are well-known devout believers in this parish. They are generally recognized as good people, decent and polite, but they can burn a living person.

I go to night school every day, but I still don’t understand what faith has given us.

In the name of God, with God’s tolerance, and with God’s grace, can a believer burn a sick woman to death?

I couldn't think about it anymore, so I could only hold a gun and wear armor, return to the land where I live, and ask those who still believe in God:

That woman has never shown mercy to people who really need help. Why should she be a god?

…

…

The little boy who was bullied by the priest in the choir led the Tianming Army, and finally jumped from the top of the church while singing.

A woman whose husband wanted to marry a new wife but was falsely accused of cheating on her and then stoned to death by men in the village and buried alive with stones.

A scholar who has studied for ten years and got first place every time, but his position will always be taken away by someone who is closer to God.

Ordinary work, ordinary saving money, ordinary serfs dying of exhaustion while working overtime.

He made the most valiant efforts and fought the most ferocious battles to survive, earning a huge amount of wealth for his master. When he was getting older, he was arranged to play a fake match to squeeze out the last value...

One life after another, one despair after another.

This is not a collection that needs to be picked from, but what happens every day under the rule of the gods that the church and nobles sit back and watch.

Of course the gods know this, but she doesn't think there is any problem with it. She just needs to provide her with faith in the most efficient way.

Lamb only needs to complete the task. Whether she is happy or not has nothing to do with her, and whether it is fair or not has nothing to do with her.

She is a god, a high-altitude god. She has long been a powerful person that these mortals can only look up to and cannot imagine. She will continue to be powerful on the eternal road and will not be touched by their joys and sorrows.

So Tabela never really hears the prayers of these mortals.

You only need to give them strength when they need to perform and satisfy their little wishes, and then you will have a thriving parish, and then you can harvest the power of faith produced every year.

So she only listened to the voices of the church and the nobility, appreciated their ambitious wishes, felt their all-out methods, and sat back and watched the curtains rise.

"So why do you question me? Your weakness is original sin, your existence is original sin, you are part of this society, you are just a tool to provide me with faith, what qualifications do you have to question me?"

Tabela could no longer hear the chaotic voices in her head, and loudly rebuked the believers who questioned her.

Why should I be held responsible for your past sufferings?

She feels aggrieved. It’s not me who is exploiting you, and it’s not me who gave birth to those nobles.

They have always existed, and existed before I arrived. I just borrowed their power to maintain my rule more conveniently.

Her attitude is extremely obvious, I am a god who is constantly getting stronger, a god who pursues eternity.

You only have a life of a hundred years. What does it have to do with me whether you are happy or miserable, whether you are poor or rich, whether you are healthy or sick?

Stop talking about it, stop talking about it, I know you are miserable, but what does that have to do with me?

As her question made her attitude clear, the confusing statements stopped for a moment.

Tabela smiled. Are these believers guilty?

They are still afraid of the majesty of God, and they are still intimidated by their own power.

In her spiritual ocean, she gradually remembered the voices belonging to those believers again:

"Lies, complete lies, all lies propagated in doctrine."

"We have never prayed for powerful people to live for us, but when we receive benefits, we should bear corresponding responsibilities, instead of taking one step and not caring about the life or death of those behind us."

"The so-called god is just a selfish ghost inside, without any unique thoughts worth recording."

“I don’t know what pity is, only the most refined egoism, enjoying an eternity of being ugly and greedy.”

"It's so ridiculous that the most powerful position in our universe is actually dominated by these corpse-like things, leading a more selfish future, and it has lasted like this for thousands of years."

"Fortunately, we have the power to correct this mistake."

"The trial of the war criminal War Goddess Tybera has come to an end, and now the internal court of the Empire's Second Fleet has begun voting."

"She doesn't deserve it."

"She doesn't deserve it."

"She doesn't deserve it."

She sounded one voice after another that she didn't deserve. Behind her were the control center of the Abomination, as well as ordinary soldiers and former believers of the Goddess of War.

The lower the people are, the less they can grasp the hope of life, so they place everything on faith and pay the most sincere prayers.

Because the doctrine tells them that as long as you pray and let God hear your voice, you can have a good future.

Facts have proven that many people know death and do not see the future promised by God.

They did not want to rely on the Immortal Emperor, but the Immortal deceived them with beautiful lies. This deception made these former believers angry.

Tabela does not deserve to have the power she has now, and does not deserve to control the huge power of faith. All the rights and interests she currently has should be deprived of her.

This is a judgment against the hypocritical gods. Although it is the incarnation that is being judged now, today's results also use Tabela's true body, which will run through the next war.

As "She doesn't deserve it" rang out again and again, the power of faith that constituted Tabela's incarnation was finally stripped away from her.

"Don't, don't be like this, I am an omnipotent god, I don't want to become weak..."

The power that once belonged to her, the feeling of being in charge of the life and death of others, continued to slip through Tabela's fingers, bringing with it the fear that she was completely unable to control the situation.

Death is just silence, and the scary thing is that she is now gradually becoming the ordinary person she despises the most.

The consciousness of the three incarnations belonging to Tabela was thrown into the most ordinary church serfs in the planes still controlled by the Seven Gods.

There are men, women, and old people.

They did not choose those who were born with disabilities to deliberately disgust Tabela. They were just ordinary people with good health and sound limbs, but no outstanding talents.

Such an "ordinary" life will not have major disasters, but it will not have the possibility of turning over. It will only dedicate its life to the dual oppression of the church and the nobility, drain out its energy, and finally turn into a pile of loess that no one cares about.

"Don't be like this. I am a god. I should be aloof. No one can order me to do anything, let alone marry such a useless old man!"

In a certain village, a pretty girl jumped up on the roof proudly, claiming that she was different.

"Isn't this a lunatic?"

"What's wrong with the madman? It would be great if I could have a baby!"

The girl had no martial arts skills or magic, so she was quickly captured by her family, put into a wedding dress, and married to the forty-year-old old widower.

Just because his brother was also getting married and the old widower offered more money, the young girl's life was decided.

In her body, the soul that was supposed to be a god was angry and humiliated, but she couldn't change anything. She could only endure such an ordinary fate, repeated countless times in the entire universe...

"The so-called gods and the so-called nobles are really disgusting..."

She didn't notice when the believers complained, but now that these sufferings had happened to her, she finally felt strong resentment towards the guys she once relied on.

But the outcome of the trial has been decided, and she will inevitably reincarnate in this fate until the Seven Gods are completely eliminated and the universe ushered in complete light.

An eternal war has gradually begun. The missions of the three incarnations of Tebela have been basically completed. The real battle has become increasingly fierce in Conqueror Canyon.

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