Song Li thought he might be the unluckiest deity in the world. The day the earth shook and mountains trembled, it woke him from his slumber. For the first time, he left the wilderness and came to the city. A god with no family or friends, utterly alone, struggled to fit into society and earn a living. He worked at a barbecue joint, then as a waiter in a nightclub. Every time exhaustion overwhelmed him, the deity would log into an app on his shabby phone and ramble nonsense into a virtual message in a bottle. Over time, Song Li gained a nonsense-fueled online friend. Song Li: *So tired today. At work, a customer kept thinking I’d steal from him. I got angry and called the cops—turns out they found several pounds of drugs on the guy.* Online Friend: *The world’s full of idiots. Even ghosts have higher IQs than these morons.* Song Li: *Had cake tonight, courtesy of the police. I tipped off their vice squad while working at the nightclub. They said they’d give me an award. The award doesn’t matter, but the 20K bonus sure does.* Online Friend: *This damn weather. Even my ghostly aura can’t block out this garbage sun.* Song Li: *Found 5 million in hell banknotes today!* Online Friend: *Pissed! Lost exactly 5 million in hell banknotes today!* Song Li: *…Huh?* Online Friend: *…What?* * An optimistic deity is always blessed with good luck! Later, Song Li ended up featured on national TV, accidentally appeared on a cultural program analyzing antiques, and became wildly famous! Yet, the deity stayed true to himself, still sending nonsensical messages to his online friend: *Today at an antique exhibition, I met a real ghost—like, an actual ghost! I caught him, and now he's bawling about how his boss will come save him!* Two minutes later, the Ghost King, looking irritated, shoved a stack of hell banknotes at a bewildered Song Li: *"Bail!"*