[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-history-is-sick":3,"chapter-history-is-sick-history-is-sick-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","History Is Sick",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2292402,4483,"Chapter 1: Is History Sick!? (Seeking monthly votes, seeking follow-up reads)","history-is-sick-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Jiangnan Province, Pan'an County.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorching sun hung high, baking the old street paved with black stones, preserved for the sake of maintaining ancient architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan, who had just stepped out of a ride-share, stood one meter eighty tall; his hair, slightly messy from the journey, should have looked disheveled, but thanks to his near-perfect facial features, it appeared all the more dashing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His appearance was of the ruggedly handsome type, and paired with a clean, crisp black T-shirt and trousers, it drew the gazes of many passersby, curious if some big celebrity had come to Pan'an County for a visit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, this place was only a few dozen kilometers from the famous film studio in Jiangnan Province, and celebrities often ran over here to relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The local residents were long accustomed to this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, most celebrities looked quite different in person compared to on television; while there were many who looked good offline, truly few could compare to Jiang Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr., may I take a moment of your time? I would like to introduce you to the anchor of history, the beacon of the world, the great savior of us humans...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan skillfully retrieved his suitcase and backpack from the trunk of the ride-share and was just about to set off when he was blocked by a woman with a graceful figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dark hair draped down to her waist, and she was dressed in a curved-hem robe from the pre-Qin period, with black ramie as the outer layer and crimson silk as the lining, the hem layered like heavy clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a Lingshan crown adorned with black bird feathers, and the seven sets of jade silkworm-shaped buttons on the front lapel were arranged in the position of the Big Dipper; however, the leather belt around her waist was inlaid with turquoise and ox-patterned ornaments, with twelve strings of cinnabar-dyed hemp threads hanging down, shaped like ears of rice that had fallen, bringing a harvest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one were to ask why he could describe it so clearly?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was because he had been constantly scrolling through videos of beauties transforming into Han-style clothing recently, paired with ancient palaces and gorgeous lighting, which made one's blood boil, as if one had become an emperor who received the mandate of heaven, eternal and prosperous, admiring three thousand beauties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, where else could you see so many beauties performing for you before?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after watching so much, he also became interested and specifically looked up some popular science on clothing from the Han and pre-Qin periods to expand his knowledge, so he could point out the landscape on the internet in the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However... Jiang Yan looked at the woman before him, clicking his tongue in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to know that although the robe was loose, it still could not hide the manifestation of her \"D\" will, like layered mountain ranges; one careless glance would cause any mountaineer's gaze to get lost within them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But given the dangerous incidents that had broken out in recent years, Jiang Yan glanced once and then averted his gaze, lest he be posted online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he would swallow his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why he said this woman had a beautiful figure, it was because she was wearing a beige Rice God mask with a naive and adorable smile; eyes had been specially carved and dotted, and she looked at Jiang Yan with a smile, matching the gilded pupils beneath the mask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just looking at her figure and temperament, she was absolutely at the top-tier level of beauty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And looking at the fabric of her clothes, it was definitely not cheap goods bought online; it should be a high-end, custom-made style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'Are those colored contacts?'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought flashed through Jiang Yan's mind, but he didn't think much of it and asked curiously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Savior? Are you promoting God? Or is it that Cthulhu who got flipped over by a ship?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The former needed no explanation, while the latter came from a foreign science fiction novel, also known as the Cthulhu Mythos, which told of many indescribable gods, among whom the evil god Cthulhu was world-famous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that this great evil god had been flipped over by a ship after arriving on Earth; although considering it was a novel from over a hundred years ago and the author had the limitations of the era, it still became a popular internet meme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The great Cthulhu has embarrassed himself again and again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking of the indescribable, as a lover of traditional folklore and monsters, Jiang Yan knew that the images of the immortals and gods in his own mythology were already products of changes over long years of social development, and if one traced the source...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was far more bizarre than the foreign ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But changing the perspective, wasn't this also a kind of beauty?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that mortals could not understand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan pondered in his heart, while the corner of his eye observed the surroundings, already treating the woman before him as a blogger making content; who knew if there was a photographer holding a phone and filming secretly in some corner right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After he asked seriously, the other party might just say some two-dimensional bible quote and then upload his shocked reaction to the internet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan didn't mind this, as long as they paid!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman smiled and explained: \"It is the Rice God who governs rice and meat, the state and grain oil, bringing luck, abundance, wealth, and anchoring the years.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, her slender, jade-like hand reached out into mid-air, and she said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr., I see that you are naturally full of spirituality and are an excellent talent to become a chief priest of the Rice God. Join us, bless the state, and let all living beings no longer suffer from the pain of hunger.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rice God?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan had heard of the Five Road Wealth Gods, the Evil Wealth God, the Buddhist Vaisravana, and so on; he had also spent some time in Pan'an County when he was a child, and he had never heard of the locals worshipping this deity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, the one who could make people no longer hungry was not some so-called immortal or god, but that old man who improved rice with his own strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immortals and gods had never lowered their bodies to lift up mortals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan looked around, but never found anyone suspected of being a photographer; looking at the other party's attitude, it didn't seem like she was making content, but was for real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be... an evil...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan frowned, but facing the sincere invitation of such a great beauty, he couldn't suppress the impulse in his heart and said seriously:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then... can I get eggs if I join the sect?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a citizen of the Xia Alliance, no matter what god you are, a god that gives eggs upon joining is a good god.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It didn't matter if you were an evil god cult; he would still fleece the sheep, and after taking the goods, he would report them to the police to collect a reward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman was silent for a moment, then chuckled softly and reached her hand into her robe. Jiang Yan saw this and retreated a step in vigilance, just about to raise his hands to show his innocence, when he saw the person opposite throw something over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He caught it subconsciously, only to find it was a fist-sized doll dressed in the clothes of a Wealth God, beige all over, holding a rice-ear-shaped jade ruyi in its left hand and a piece of something resembling pork belly in its right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the face was not human, but...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mouse?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was wide and fat, with long, thin whiskers, smiling happily, its gaze compassionate, as if pitying the world, but paired with this outfit, it gave one an extremely strong sense of dissonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mice had no love for rice; they only stole the grain that humans had worked hard to accumulate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This texture...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan rubbed his fingers lightly; there was actually a feeling of touching rice, and it was also like smooth skin, even having elasticity when pinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's not plastic, nor is it clay; it feels a bit like rice to the touch. What kind of material is this? If you guys went to make grain and models, using them for proselytizing would definitely go viral across the entire internet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan kindly advised her to turn over a new leaf, but when he looked up, he found that the other party had already disappeared, leaving only pedestrians on the street and a few girls pushing and shoving with friends, wanting to come over and strike up a conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No pestering, looks like the style of Southern-style pyramid schemes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan muttered, casually stuffing the doll into his trouser pocket, waiting until he got home to ask Uncle Xu from across the hall what kind of sect the Rice God was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, Uncle Xu was a police officer at the Public Security Bureau.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why he didn't follow the other party and destroy the evil god cult by himself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was just an ordinary person; such things were better left to the professionals, and individual heroism was not advisable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If something went wrong, only your family would be sad for you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan was not a bad person, but he didn't want to be a good person either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only did things within his capabilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless this so-called Rice God sect really had a transcendent system, perhaps that could attract him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But... how could that be possible?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This small town is, after all, old too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking at this quaint old street and the buildings, Jiang Yan politely declined the advances of a few young girls and, pushing his suitcase, strolled along the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze looked at the moss-covered steps, the cracked bluestone slabs, the graffiti-covered walls, the old wooden signposts... as if looking for traces of when he had been here before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his mother's maiden home, and he had lived here for a period of time when he was a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had returned this time because, due to long-term hard work, he had been diagnosed with early-stage liver cancer during a physical examination; although he had recovered after timely treatment, he had refused the raise offered by the boss of the small company in Hangcheng and decisively resigned at 26 from the \"blessing\" of 996, single days off, and being bombarded with messages by his boss and leaders regardless of whether he was on or off duty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a local of Jiangnan Province, his family couldn't be called wealthy, but they wouldn't starve, so he simply returned to his hometown to recuperate for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would talk about the future after his illness was cured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, when his body began to get sick, he finally understood why the kings and generals of ancient times would pursue immortality so crazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passing of life brought endless despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he got old, wouldn't he really be like the Snake Spirit in *Journey to the West*, greedily longing for young blood?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he, a lover of folklore and cultivation, had begun to prepare to slowly study the traditional culture of his ancestors; he didn't seek immortality, but would nourish his life as much as possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Life is like chiseling stone to see fire; how long can one dwell in the world?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn't notice that behind him, the woman who had just disappeared stood at the end of the street, looking at Jiang Yan's departing back, and whispered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The ritual is just about to begin, and yet a spiritual rice-meat emitting such a rich fragrance has intruded. Interesting, is it us chasing Him, or is He chasing us in return?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it doesn't matter, it's just right to let this world...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Feel the glory of my Lord!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment the voice fell, the world dimmed, and shadows surged like ocean waves, swallowing her figure and rushing into the boundless darkness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Splash!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where did that sound of water come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Yan was walking on the street when he suddenly heard the sound of surging water. He looked in the direction of the sound, but the scene that entered his eyes made his pupils shrink violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw a rust-red long river, as if flowing out from the endless void, vast and mighty, infinite and endless, with billions of tributaries flowing past, covering the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Humans... no, even civilizations were like millet in the vast sea, like ants before the bright sun, incomparably tiny in front of It.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its existence had already exceeded the limits of human imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A casual splash of a wave reflected countless brilliant civilizations, with thousands of heroic figures flashing by, gorgeous and magnificent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, before Jiang Yan could be shocked by this, he saw this majestic long river change; its original sacred posture dissipated, turning instead into black, filthy dust covering it, like pus and blood oozing from a corpse, filthy and unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human reason collapsed, civilization annihilated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They gathered together and clogged at different nodes, gradually forming abscesses like those growing on a patient's body. The deeper one went into the Changhe, the larger the abscesses became; in some, one could even vaguely see indescribable, eerie figures that blotted out the sky and distorted space-time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their mere existence already influenced all things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like the immortals and deities of legend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ugh...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mere glance made Jiang Yan feel as if the back of his head had been struck by a heavy hammer, then pierced and stirred by a red-hot iron rod; the intense pain nearly tore his sanity apart, his body staggered, and he could almost smell the stench of a rotting world, a thick, foul odor rushing toward him that made bile surge in his stomach, forcing him to retch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond that, a buzzing sound formed by countless whispers rang in his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn't a buzz, it was more like...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crying!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, who was crying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amidst this extreme pain, Jiang Yan instead maintained a shred of clarity and was forcibly made to understand a portion of the information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one were to describe it in human language, it would be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The river of history is sick!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>………………\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PS: A newbie author returns, seeking support, thank you all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackie returns, waiting for the contract, seeking votes for support, I won't let everyone down, and by the way, recommending my old book [My Beast Taming Is Really Not an Evil God] to new readers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of this chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2467,"2026-06-20T04:11:05.849Z","Gemini 3.1 Flash Lite","140a7ac6f5cb912c8f2e383fb940074a6279d323f50aac1089fedbc052ae67a6","history-is-sick-chapter-2",null,69,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhistory-is-sick-cover.jpg"]