Disciplining God

Zhang Jue had just completed reciting a poem when it suddenly seemed as though nothing was moving. The only reason Saarn asked was because he was inquisitive about Zhang Jue's identity and believed the man's physique was unique. How could he not have anticipated how much this Asian man with black hair and dark pupils would babble?

Saarn had been around for a very long time and knew Chinese. The poetry Zhang Jue read, nevertheless, contained a few phrases that he was unable to understand. Without mentioning him, even a serious Chinese man would be perplexed by Zhang Jue's vernacular if there were no subtitles.

The initial sense of panic had peaked on this full moon night in this troubled city. However, there was a startling change when Zhang Jue spoke such a lengthy poem. If no one intervened, it appeared as though he would perform a piece of "Annunciation" or "Eight Fold Screen" right away.

Saarn's mouth slightly opened, but he was unable to speak anything despite his desire. How could a newly promoted god fail to anticipate such a circumstance in his first appearance?

Not just Saarn, but Angelo, General Kashar, and the staff standing behind them all share the same expression right now in front of the enormous screen. Anyone with a basic understanding of Chinese was initially awed by Zhang Jue's literary prowess before being overpowered by his ruthlessness.

They had never encountered a man who could describe himself in such glowing terms or in such a situation. Didn't he realize that standing opposite him was a cruel god who might kill him at any time?

General Kashar looked at Angelo after a brief pause and asked, "Is that the newly elevated advisor of your Foundation?"

Angelo had heard a lot about Zhang Jue even though he had never met him and had only seen his image. conceited, out of the ordinary, and rude. What he would do next is impossible to predict. Just like Zhang Jue's fashion.

Although he was hesitant to acknowledge it, he was unable to provide an argument to contradict it, and Angelo could only nod in agreement.

After chuckling as he seemed to gather his thoughts, General Kasha turned to face the young guy on the television and finally exclaimed, "Foundation... is truly extraordinary. "

The Foundation has been renowned for its rigor from the beginning. People tend to associate the Foundation with terms like thorough, earnest, and unbiased. Because of this, it is risky to live and work in such an environment.

However, the Foundation did not agree with Zhang Jue's aesthetic. Despite the gravity of the situation, Hangdog is cynical and capable of some fancy work. One of the reasons Angelo didn't like him was because of this.

He felt that Zhang Jue had no right to be a member of the Foundation. Humanity would have long since vanished if the Foundation had been populated by individuals like Zhang Jue. However, Zhang Jue surprised everyone by being by far the most well-liked individual at the Foundation; even the O5 council had to sign his banner.

Shouldn't the world be controlled by smart people?

...

Back in Arcadia City, the vista was cut off. After staring at Zhang Jue for thirty seconds, Saarn was unable to speak. He was an articulate man who had founded the Sarkic Cult, but when confronted by Zhang Jue, he was speechless.

But when he was confronted by Zhang Jue, he felt helpless. Zhang Jue straightened his hair as he observed that Saarn was afraid to speak.

"What is it? Do you feel fear? That is typical. Who wouldn't appreciate a strong, gorgeous young man like myself, after all?"

"..."

Saarn would have undoubtedly slapped Zhang Jue into powder at the first chance if he had known that the entire dialogue between the two had been broadcast live to the GOC and the Foundation.

He wasn't instantly hostile to Zhang Jue because he had just attained Godhood, was in a pleasant mood, and could only communicate with Zhang Jue.

"This is the first time I've ever seen someone so unashamed as you," Saarn said.

"Then you ought to give me credit for providing you a lengthy insight today," Zhang Jue stated before reflecting and adding, "But if you think I'm the most shameless person, you're dead wrong. That's because you've never seen my father, a person who combines shamelessness and shamelessness. Meeting him will undoubtedly change your perspective. Guess what he responded when I asked him once why he constantly put off writing novels?"

The city of Arcadia is currently covered with a variety of corpses and devastation, and the air is thick with the smell of blood. As the moonlight shone down, it appeared even more ominous and frightening. In the air, a newly elevated wicked god watched the world from above, surrounded by a red mist, and ready to begin murder.

Zhang Jue began to rant and rave about his father in this circumstance. Those who weren't aware would have assumed he was talking to his friends and farting. If Zhang Jue wasn't attentive, one may be misled by his high-flying logic and his quick mouth.

Emotions were something Saarn had almost totally lost after his ascension to God, yet as he stared at the man in front of him, he couldn't help but get a headache. He meant to stop this dull talk because he still had a lot to do and was in a hurry.

"That's enough." Saarn said.

But Zhang Jue apparently hadn't had enough, as he continued to chat to himself while utterly ignoring him. Saarn made a small frown. Few people ventured to disagree with him when he hadn't even attained the status of God. Not to mention the fact that he was now an actual god.

Saarn waved his hand and averted his eyes. The ferocious wind arose from all sides. He already possessed the authority of heaven and earth as a god. Zhang Jue was immediately blown to the edge of a collapsing structure because he was hit by the gale and had no time to react.

His body crashed in with a boom, punching a hole in the wall. The velocity resembled that of a rocket. I worry that he would have been destroyed at this point if he had been a regular person.

Even if Zhang Jue didn't activate his second state following the SCP-682 hardening, he could still withstand a collision of this size, but it wouldn't be pleasant.

"Hmm?"

When Saarn turned to face the hole, it was obvious that Zhang Jue wasn't actually dead. He gently pressed his palm as it was turned over. Then, all of a sudden, the building fell down, like if someone had smacked it.

Zhang Jue was smacked in the building's debris like a mosquito. Saarn gave a small nod, happy with his present level of strength.

But a split second later, his brow furrowed once more. It was because he discovered that Zhang Jue, the young man, was still alive. A stone wall was forced open with a clang, and Zhang Jue emerged.

"I say, you're a bit rude, interrupting people at will, no quality at all."

He spat, spitting out the crumbs in his mouth. "You don't even have to learn a lesson anymore, so I'll have to discipline you because yours are too casual to be a god!"