I change the channels, better watch a kid's show rather than news about the gods.
"As you can see, Dr. Hainz, the alchemist who lived through three world wars, invented a medicine to prevent your hairs from falling. This not only prevents balding, but also regrows new healthy hair!" The channel I'm watching now shows that humans had discovered a medicine to cure balding.
"Uh….." I shrug and turn this goddamn television off.
I take a glance at the grandfather clock in my room, 02:14 in the afternoon.
I try to take a nap, "MmMhmm…" Why is my pillow so stiff? I will probably have a numb neck if I try to take a nap on it.
"Mother, I'm sunbathing my pillow above." She didn't reply…..
I'm a ghost weeee~~~~
I'm on the roof now, the sun is scorching hot. Sheesh, I might be able to fry an egg if I try here.
Anyway!
I lay a fabric on the floor, and then place my pillow above it.
"Since it's a cotton pillow, it should soften up." I babble in my mind, while stroking my nonexistent LONG CHINESE WHITE MUSTACHE!!!
As I am leaving, I saw one of the most stupid things anyone can imagine. A shade above a solar panel…..
"Our landlord probably doesn't have a brain." I mutter, definitely flabbergasted.
Aheim!
"Did you say something, Sherman?" A voice creeped my spine. Speak of the witch!
"Nm..n..No nononononononono." I shake my head while arms crossed. She's standing right behind me. I peek behind my back, she's staring at my face with a big magnifying glass.
I can feel her death stare grabbing my heart, slamming it on the wall.
"Granny, look! A new star!" I point in a random direction at the sky.
"WHERE! WHERE! WHERE! WHERE! WHERE!!!!" She falls for the trick. I slip away as fast as my body possibly can! Mother's mushroom soup still edible, THIS WITCH? SHE COOKS TENTACLE DICKS AND COW VAGINA.
I don't care what this world calls me for, I'm running fast.
I pull out my cape from thin air and use it to cover my whole silhouette. I snapped the cape and a loud sound crashed out and I'm in my room.
My heart is racing now. Thinking of tentacle dick and cow vagina already makes me want to puke.
I look at the clock again. 02:21 in the afternoon. I lock my room and close the windows again. I'm going somewhere peaceful. None of my family members would care to take a look here. But even if they do….
I crouch toward my bedside shelves. There's a teeny-tiny recorder and a logic gate here.
I'm installing the logic gate to my doorknob and connecting it with electricity and the recorder. This tiny recorder not only has a clear audio, but also an inbuilt artificial intelligence.
This AI will answer for me if they even care to check.
I press the button under the bed and the secret trapdoor opens again. I run quickly and slap the wall once while going down. By the time I reach the ladder, I'm already dressed up.
I climb the ladder and exit from Mr. Armer's shop again. The shop is closed? That's unusual. If I remember, he only closes the shop if his son is sick.
"Aww, idiot me." I lightly punch my head. "That's silly. His son is sick, that's why it's closed."
I start walking toward my beloved watchtower. I'll definitely buy that watchtower soon!!!!
And then I'll travel to the far east of the world and see the farmland in real life. I want to feel the touch of wheatgrass and smell the fragrance of fresh vegetables.
And then I'll renovate this entire watchtower. GOOD AS NEW!!!!!!!
And then I'll read every single book in this tower..
And then….
….
.
I stop, look down, still smiling. I have a god to become...
I look at the alleys of the streets. The homeless are crying from starvation.
I grab my hat and slide my hand inside. The hat is now filled with my savings, the money I earned from just taking care of that watchtower.
Should I give them? I'm no god yet. This is how much money I have, how much I own.
Maybe I'm selfish, I love that tower. But if I let these people die from hunger and fill my own desires, what difference will there be between those gods and me?
At the end of the day, won't I be the same as them?
It's a tough decision. But I think I know what I'm gonna do.
I ran to a nearby location. I can't help them alone, but I can do something else.
I've heard from people, there is a group that is on a mission of helping those in need.
I ask a few citizens about their location and head there. It is here. Well... it's not in that uhh?
There are only tents here. I was expecting to see an office with a billboard above. Whatever!
I walk in, it feels like trespassing um…
People here aren't in great condition either.
I'm just thinking too much.
Ooo I found a different looking tent. That might be where the chief is.
I enter, indeed there's a man who's looking at a red notebook.
His hair is brown, neatly tied like a bun. He's wearing simple pants and a grey polo.
"Apologies for my sudden trespassing." I apologized. I don't know if I actually did trespass or not.
"Apology accepted. We run a charity that helps people who need our help. May I help you with anything, young man?" He closed his notebook.
I sit down, we're both sitting opposite sides of the table.
"Yes please, I've been saving my income for the past couple of months, and I'd like to give my income to be donated to the people who need help. Can I trust your charity?"
"Trusting us solely depends on you. But, why is it that you want to spend all your hard-earned income for the people who are in poverty?" He tapped on the table and started writing something on a different paper.
I sit there for a few seconds and take my hat down.
"I suppose, I'm just a person who feels pity for them. They are like children who are neglected by their parents. They need a shelter, a friend to support them. Maybe, I want to be that friend." I say, placing my hat on the table.
"Maybe also because I'm different from the gods. Maybe I'm not blind like them. Maybe because I hate the gods. There are many maybes." I stop. I take another breath and continue,
"But, my intentions are the same. The hungry deserve food, the homeless deserve a warm blanket. Are you honest with your work?"
He stands up and leans his hand towards me. There's a glowing white lotus mark on his hand. An offer for a contract.
White lotus contract mark(Again, Only see-able in PDF version)
If two or more people are bound by a contract, then those people must complete their contract with honesty. If they don't follow, the god of contract himself punishes them for what they did.
I shake his hand, white chain wrapped around both our arms as we share our conditions.
"My first condition, you must use the savings only to help the people who need them." I state my first condition.
"I accept."
"You must not steal anything from it, and if you desperately need help, you must take my approval before spending." I state my second condition.
"I accept."
"I'm done with my conditions. We must proceed to the last step toward our contract."
"I, Jonathan Walton, the chief of this charity, agreed to this contract."
"I, Sherman Sparrow, the contractor, agreed to this contract."
That's all I needed to hear. Our contract is finished. There's a single white dot in both of our hands. It's proof that our contract is still on.
I lift my hat from the table. The gold coins are set beautifully.
"You're pretty young. Yet, you think above gods."
"I won't say I think above gods. But I will say, I see things that the gods refuse to see."
He nods in agreement, picks up the phone and calls someone.
"Amethio, we have a sponsor to help the people. Proceed with the previous plan."
I stand up, readying myself to leave.
"May the lanterns of your house be lit with warm blessings,"
I say, Maybe I can't buy this tower right now. But, seeing them with warm blankets would make me feel better.