[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers":3,"chapter-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-4":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Just Stop Using Your Divine Powers!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2275862,4450,"Chapter 4: Chapter Four: A Dream?","just-stop-using-your-divine-powers-chapter-4",4,"\u003Cp>On the third night after the funeral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Funeral arrangements in the countryside are elaborate, especially when neighbors and villagers all come to lend a hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The daytime bustle of the funeral had faded by nightfall, and most guests had left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The funeral tent and all other setups were built by villagers; the mourning choir and catering crew were arranged by the village head—how could a twenty-two-year-old like Chen Yan possibly know how to handle such things?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over these three days, Chen Yan hadn’t cried much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, when grief reaches its peak, tears simply won’t come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s just that emotions are blocked—only later, when the shock fades, will the tears finally flow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second… these three days, he spent all his time bowing. Every visitor came, and the filial son had to bow with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chen family had only Chen Yan left; the Old Grandma had no relatives at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vast funeral hall, Chen Yan was the only one dressed in mourning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how many bows he’d made—hundreds, maybe—and his head felt numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, kneeling before the altar in the dead of night, Chen Yan still felt as if he were dreaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at the coffin inside the hall—his grandmother lay within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the walls were lined with wreaths and memorial couplets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The largest wreath by the door bore the inscription: “Immortal Legacy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Signed: West Lake Xiao Ma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Boss Ma came to pay his respects, he was quiet—yet he seemed regretful, holding Chen Yan’s hand and speaking at length, even handing him a business card, said to be his personal phone number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after asking around, he learned Chen Yan had never learned his grandmother’s skills—just a naive, fresh college graduate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sensed Boss Ma had grown distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All the events of these days flashed before his eyes like a movie, leaving his mind weary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he hadn’t slept in two days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was midnight, just past twelve. Chen Yan sat on the prayer mat before the altar, his body weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the past two days, he’d eaten almost nothing—only the dish of stir-fried pork and edamame his grandmother had left behind before she died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he ate every single bean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, he hadn’t eaten a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart was too clogged to feel hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, kneeling on the mat, his vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a sudden cold wind swept in, making Chen Yan shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up—the main door was closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where had the wind come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The instant the thought crossed his mind, the main door silently swung open—both halves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rush of icy air howled into the room!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At midnight, the door opens on its own, cold winds swirling—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was in the funeral hall!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tell me—isn’t that terrifying?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan swallowed hard, forcing himself to stay calm, and tried to rise to check the door and shut it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the next second, his composure shattered before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard outside the main hall—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two figures suddenly appeared, materializing from nowhere in the empty space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, drifting slowly, they moved toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes—they truly floated in! He couldn’t see their legs at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left: black hat, black robe, black face. Right: white hat, white robe, white face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black… white…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t wet himself only because he hadn’t drunk much today!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His legs went limp—he couldn’t stand, collapsing against the wall behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth opened, but no sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t laugh at him for being cowardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midnight. The funeral hall. This scene. This atmosphere. Two such figures suddenly appearing before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put you there—you’d wet yourself too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures drifted into the main hall; the air turned icy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They lifted their heads, eyes fixed on the ancestral tablet before the coffin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s throat tightened, his heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, both figures bowed in unison toward the tablet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, full bow to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such a profound bow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his throat loosened, his tense muscles relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan finally forced out a voice: “Are you here to fetch my grandmother’s soul?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two figures turned sharply, fixing their gaze on Chen Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Filial son, what did you say?” asked the one in black.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan swallowed again, gathering courage: “I said—are you here to fetch my grandmother’s soul?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they understood. But to his surprise, both figures shuddered violently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if they’d heard something horrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in white waved his hands frantically: “Oh! No, no, no! How dare we even say the word ‘fetch’!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one in black, his face a deathly pallor, somehow forced a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged glances, then turned back to Chen Yan, speaking with surprising courtesy:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We have come to escort the elder back to her post.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan: “...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escort?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To a post??\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan suddenly felt his brain couldn’t keep up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, Chen Yan saw a translucent figure rise slowly from within the coffin—it was his grandmother!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dignified and solemn… damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—her likeness, vivid…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still not right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifelike!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, but she looked semi-transparent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandmother floated to the floor, then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black and white figures suddenly dropped to their knees before her, bowing deeply—the two most famed ghostly officers prostrated themselves!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoa~~! (Gu…)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was a massive bow!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan was dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is going on here?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the King of Hell himself showed up, these two wouldn’t bow so deeply!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was his grandmother really dead? How could death make her more powerful than life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Back to her post?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did that sound so damn cool?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does that even mean?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tragedy turned into a power fantasy?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The grandmother studied the two ghostly officers for a moment, then nodded, waved her hand, and floated slowly out the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan stared at his grandmother, instinctively reaching out—as if to speak—but his mouth was dry, and no words came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the Old Grandma suddenly turned back and smiled gently at Chen Yan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, Chen Yan heard the Old Grandma’s voice suddenly come into his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice drifted faintly, now distant, now near… hmm, it sounded just like someone speaking in a horror movie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good grandson, didn’t I already tell you not to be sad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The old woman left you something. Go to the well in our courtyard, ten steps due south from the well’s mouth, and dig down—you’ll find it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only sentence; no more followed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching as the Old Grandma, accompanied by the two figures in black and white, floated away from the courtyard…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, nothing remained visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan suddenly shuddered, then jolted awake!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was leaning against the wall, the funeral hall empty, the door tightly shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose, pushed open the main room’s door—the night outside the courtyard was silent, the yard itself utterly empty; where were those figures?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He touched his back—his clothes were soaked in sweat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A breeze blew, chilling his skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan steadied himself: Was this… a dream?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling the dream’s scenes, they felt too real, too clear!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even be sure himself whether it had truly been a dream—or whether it had actually happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Put simply, Chen Yan was an atheist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, that’s right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… in truth, he was no different from most young people in this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m an atheist, but that doesn’t stop me from being scared of ghosts~\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few seconds later, driven by a strange thought, Chen Yan suddenly stood up, walked to the corner, grabbed a shovel, and headed straight for the courtyard well!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan recalled the Old Grandma’s words from the 【dream】: ten steps south of the well!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spat into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Start digging!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, Chen Yan sat panting on the ground, the shovel stuck upright in the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, the pit was empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pit was deep—he had truly put in the effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he dug any deeper, this hole could become a well itself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I really was just dreaming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan laughed bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was I thinking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was I even expecting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet deep inside, a faint stirring remained—he couldn’t quite bring himself to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dream had been too strange, too vivid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most people’s dreams fade upon waking, barely remembered in outline. How could this one be so clear?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwilling to let go, Chen Yan pondered:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe the Old Grandma, being old, had misremembered? Not south of the well—but north?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gathering his strength, he took ten steps north of the well and began digging again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan steadied himself, caught his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No… could it be west?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or east?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dawn was nearly breaking—the village gate rooster had already crowed!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the well, the courtyard was ringed by a circular trench!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet aside from a few earthworms, not a single thing was found!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm… was it really just a dream?” Chen Yan frowned at the main room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the main room, the Old Grandma’s large portrait smiled kindly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, Chen Yan slapped his own head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought he understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, there must be something wrong!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The problem was…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Old Grandma was short, with short legs!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was barely over one meter fifty tall; Chen Yan himself stood one meter eighty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “ten steps” she meant and Chen Yan’s own ten steps—could they possibly be the same?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he recalculated the distance and dug again at seven steps south of the well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later—clang! The shovel struck something hard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s heart leapt!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There really was something!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So… it wasn’t a dream?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded wildly; he quickly put down the shovel, knelt, and dug with both hands, pulling a small box from the earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He carried the box back into the main room, placed it on the floor, then turned and locked the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dry-mouthed and agitated, he opened the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the top lay a letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>·\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Two chapters done today. From now on, two chapters daily.】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Update time tentatively set: two chapters posted together after midnight. 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