Chapter 500: God's Punishment

"Is this the interesting thing you see?"

Yu Lin turned his head to look at Jupiter beside him.

The Roman Divine King was now leaning on the throne, his face bearing a purely entertained, intrigued expression.

He heard Yu Lin's question and nodded: "Yes."

"How about it? I didn't make you wait these years for nothing, did I?"

Yu Lin's gaze shifted back down to the Human World.

His expression unchanged, he replied, "Half and half."

After a pause, he asked back:

"What? You also want to do something?"

"No, no, no." Jupiter waved his hands repeatedly, even leaning back, his posture relaxed:

"This is a matter of their 'Heaven'; I'm just a spectator, and also... curious about how the neighbor's child is growing."

He shifted his tone, his eyes growing more inquisitive:

"But I'm quite curious—what do you want to do?"

Yu Lin heard this, a slight curve forming at the corner of his mouth, he glanced at Jupiter:

"You guess."

"I know, he knows, he knows, I know."

As the words fell, his figure, along with Tu Shan Zhi standing beside him, began to fade and become transparent, until they vanished completely in Olympus.

"............."

"I won't guess; I'll see for myself."

Jupiter redirected his gaze toward the Human World.

Human World.

"Don't you dare swear an oath to God?"

Jesus's voice carried an invisible pressure.

He loosened the wrist of the youth, who had been clenching his teeth and unable to speak for a while, and turned his head toward the slightly recovered Feili.

"Since that's the case."

"Then, Uncle Feili, you go first."

Feili at this moment forced himself to calm down.

He knew Jesus was wise and trusted him, especially in this near‑desperate situation, Jesus's proposal was almost the only way to quickly prove innocence before everyone.

Standing straight without fearing a slanting shadow, he stepped forward, straightened his back, looked up at the sky, and spoke loudly:

"I, Feili, hereby swear an oath to the one and supreme God!"

"If today I stole this stranger's Silver Bracelet, or even entertained a thieving thought, may the God cast the harshest punishment upon me, causing me to die instantly on the spot, my soul forever falling into darkness!"

The oath echoed in the air.

The crowd held their breath, many devout followers subconsciously bowed their heads slightly, showing reverence for the holy oath.

One second, two seconds, three seconds…

Nothing happened.

The sunlight remained, a breeze brushed by, and Feili stood there perfectly fine, with no abnormality.

Nothing at all occurred, not even a trace of a Divine Miracle...............

Seeing this result, the heavy stone hanging in the youth's heart dropped with a "thud", his tense nerves suddenly eased, and a faint sense of relief and contempt emerged.

He silently exhaled, thinking: I almost got scared by this brat's god‑playing tricks!

Is God so easily summoned to preside over such trivial matters?

Who does he think he is? A Prophet?

Thinking a single sentence can summon God's judgment? What a delusional fantasy!

Emboldened, the youth stepped forward, mimicking Feili's posture, raised his hand, deliberately amplified his voice, trying to make his oath sound equally righteous:

"Fine! If you dare to swear, I dare as well!"

"I, Lun Meng, hereby swear an oath to the one and supreme God! Everything I just said is true! This Silver Bracelet is indeed my late father's heirloom, hidden by that man Feili in the package! If any of my words are false, may the God…"

His oath flowed out just as smoothly, even more fervently than Feili's.

Likewise, after a few seconds, the sky was clear blue, clouds drifted leisurely, and no thunder, lightning, or anomaly occurred.

Now, Lun Meng completely relaxed, even wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, his face once again showing a mix of smugness and provocation.

He looked around, raising his voice:

"Everyone saw it! Heard it! Both of us swore to God, and what happened? Nothing at all!"

He deliberately paused to create effect, then pointed at Feili:

"That can only mean—I'm right! And he, he's lying!"

He paused again, then adopted a 'magnanimous' stance, waving his hand:

"But still, God teaches us to be kind to others, to be tolerant."

"Considering that everyone is here on a pilgrimage, I don't want to fuss over it; I forgive their ignorance and mistakes!"

As he spoke, he calmly moved toward the edge of the crowd, forcing a fake smile onto his face:

"Now, please make way; I have important matters to attend to, I'll go ahead."

He was eager to leave this spot of controversy; after all, the commotion was growing, and the onlookers kept increasing, which could later cause trouble.

The crowd instinctively opened a gap for him.

Lun Meng felt a secret joy in his heart, quickened his steps, almost jogging as he tried to push his way out of the crowd.

However, the moment his foot just left the edge of the crowd and stepped onto the street's stone slab—

Ow!

His foot slipped for some unknown reason, as if he had stepped on an invisible peel, and he lost his balance, shouting as he fell forward!

Right on target, he fell straight into the shallow ditch by the road that was filled with dirty water!

Splash!

Water splashed up mixed with mud.

"Cough cough! Pah! Unlucky!" Lun Meng scrambled out of the stinking gutter, drenched, covered in mud and rotting leaves, exuding a foul odor.

He muttered curses, just wanting to leave quickly.

But before he could steady himself.

"Move aside! Move aside!" a man carrying a heavy manure bucket hurried over, seemingly not noticing Lun Meng just out of the gutter.

Bang!

A muffled thud sounded, and Lun Meng, unable to dodge, was solidly struck in the chest by the manure bucket!

Splash—

The foul manure water splashed over his head and face, streaming down his hair and cheeks.

It was truly shit all over his head!

"Ah—!!! So stinky!" Lun Meng let out a gut-wrenching scream and dry heave.

The surrounding crowd erupted in gasps, followed by uncontrollable laughter and disgusted retching, covering their noses and stepping back.

And it wasn't over yet.

In the next few minutes, for Lun Meng, it was like a nightmare of chained misfortunes:

He tried to run to a nearby well to Wash, slipped, nearly falling into the well; just as he grabbed the well rim, a piece of aged bird droppings from the eave went "plop" onto his Heavenly Spirit Cover;

In a fit of anger, he ripped off his stinky coat to discard it, but the throw was too forceful, and the garment got caught on a thicket by the road; when he yanked it, the thorns cut his palm, blood gushing out;

He tried to find a place to sit and catch his breath, just as he leaned against a seemingly solid earthen wall, its surface crumbled away, covering him in gray dust…

In a short span, he endured a series of absurd and extremely embarrassing misfortunes: falling, being splashed with manure, nearly falling into a well, a bird‑dropping "air raid", his hand cut, and a wall‑dust "attack".

He became dirtier and more wretched than a beggar, reeking of foul odor, his face smeared with mud, manure water and bloodstains, his gaze shifting from initial smugness to utter terror and collapse.

He finally couldn't take it any more!

Amid the increasingly loud pointing, laughter, and jeering of the surrounding crowd, and under the soldiers' scowling, disgusted gazes, Lun Meng's mental defenses completely collapsed.

He no longer tried to flee; instead he turned around, bearing an indescribable stench, rolling and crawling back to the center of the crowd, toward Jesus, Feili, and the others, and with a heavy "thud" he knelt down!

Tears and snot streamed down, mixing with the filth on his face, as he wailed loudly:

"I'm wrong! I'm wrong!!"

"It was me! It was me who, while they were shopping, secretly slipped the bracelet into his package! It was me who deliberately framed him! Everything I said earlier was a lie! All false!!"

"Spare me! Please spare me! God! I know I'm wrong! Stop punishing me!"