Summary
I am a deity, yet I have never received a single offering of incense. That day, a woman knelt before me, weeping. I was half-asleep and groggy, so I casually pointed out a path for her. Later, she ascended to a high position, cast a golden statue in my likeness, and moved me to a place where the incense offerings were most abundant. “The deity has opened their eyes. This Devotee is willing to abstain from meat for the rest of her life, seeking only wealth and status, and not a single shred of true love.” Huh??? Has she perhaps worshiped the wrong deity? I am an evil deity. I only know how to kill; I don’t know how to do anything else.