Chapter 171: The Old Man is Still Your Senior After All
Sariel, carrying out her mission, assumed different identities in different eras.
Sometimes she performed miracles to save the people of the world.
Sometimes she was feared and shunned as a witch.
In the earlier days, to warn humans against overhunting, she would also hand down divine punishment.
During those times, she focused on ecological balance, keeping her gaze on all native species.
But at some unknown point, she began to gradually lean more toward humanity.
Although Angels were loyal to their mission and stubborn to a fault, they were not entirely devoid of a sense of self and independent thoughts. Therefore, it was not impossible for her to show favoritism toward humans who understood human nature.
Looking across human history, it seemed as if the Goddess had constantly been searching for a way to coexist with humanity.
The more ancient the era, the more records there were of large-scale interventions.
As time shifted and such records grew fewer, Sariel realized that instead of unleashing divine power, it was better to integrate into humanity to carry out her activities.
So in this era, she was not an ethereal, distant goddess.
Instead, she had established a charitable organization called the Sariella Society, serving as its president to carry out her work.
This work included medical care, poverty alleviation, education, childcare, orphanages, nursing homes, and so on.
Furthermore, it operated without any profit motive, earning deep trust on an international scale.
Coupled with the fact that the upper echelons of several nations knew her true identity, the Sariella Society possessed a massive presence.
Since the society was non-profit, its operational funds relied entirely on donations from various parties.
Its largest patron was the wealthy tycoon Fodway, who was widely known as the demon king of the financial world.
Thanks to his massive financial contributions, the Sariella Society was able to carry out charitable activities without earning a single penny.
In the eyes of passersby at the time, the Sariella Society was a savior.
The Goddess's popularity was sky-high.
But in Gulie's eyes, her approach was simply too inefficient.
If she wanted to protect humanity, wouldn't it be better to directly rule over them with absolute power?
If the Dragon Race possessed her level of strength and organizational capability, they would have done so long ago.
Only now did he understand.
The Dragon Race wanted to keep humanity as pets in a cage, while the Goddess wanted humanity to stand on their own feet.
As for which of the two methods was more suitable for humanity, the Gulie of that time could not find an answer.
Mainly because even though humans belonged to the same species, they possessed far too much individual thought and sensibility.
Each individual had their own values, making them incredibly complex.
Therefore, after experiencing countless failures, Sariel chose to let humans manage themselves. She tried her best not to interfere excessively, allowing the sparks of thought to blossom all over the world.
With the passage of time, a perfect social system would eventually form in the human world.
Humans would find their own way out.
In this way, her mission would be accomplished.
But for the Dragon Race, what was there to fear about failure? Just crush them with direct force.
If they don't listen, give them a few punches. Simple and brutal—that was the Dragon way.
The Goddess advocated for sheltering humanity rather than leading them.
This made Gulie completely unable to bear Sariel's approach, so he went to argue with her.
...
That afternoon.
An aggressive Gulie appeared at the hospital with a condescending demeanor.
This was a welfare hospital under the Sariella Society, and Sariel was, as usual, inspecting the hospital and visiting patients.
"Hey, you clearly have the power to save that child, why didn't you step in?" In a quiet corridor, Gulie suddenly appeared in front of Sariel.
Anyone with eyes could tell he was looking for trouble.
Faced with Gulie's interrogation, Sariel ignored him entirely and walked right past him.
When had a proud Dragon ever been ignored like this?
In his fit of anger, Gulie bellowed once more.
"Hey, I'm talking to you!"
Ten minutes ago, a child Sariel had visited passed away from a terminal illness.
This scene had been spied upon by Gulie using his Clairvoyance.
Child: "Thank you, big sister."
Sariel: "No need, this is my mission."
Child: "Goodbye, sister."
Sariel: "..."
Just like that, the child spoke the final words of their life.
Gulie truly did not understand. With Sariel's power, curing a mortal's ailments was as easy as lifting a finger. Why didn't she do it?
She clearly could have saved more lives, yet she chose not to.
And then, after the child died, she actually put on a somewhat sad expression.
She clearly stood by and watched them die, yet she still put on a sad act.
Gulie felt incredibly displeased, which led to the scene that had just occurred.
Then, Sariel's response left Gulie utterly stunned on the spot.
"Please keep quiet in the hospital."
Considering the setting, there was indeed nothing wrong with this answer, but Gulie was still super speechless.
At that moment, he believed that so-called Angels were indeed incomprehensible existences.
"Don't give me that."
Gulie shouted, rushing angrily in front of Sariel, wanting to continue arguing with her.
"This is a hospital. Keeping quiet inside a hospital is common sense."
Sariel warned him once more, "This is a hospital for internal medicine and surgery. It cannot cure mental illnesses. I suggest you go to another hospital."
She countenanced him with a calm face, leaving Gulie instantly speechless.
Suddenly, laughter echoed from the side.
The energetic old tycoon, Fodway, couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Gulie glared at him fiercely and said, "What a bold lower organism, how dare you mock me."
The old man stroked his beard with a chuckle, speaking in a teasing manner.
"Oh my, my apologies. But in the eyes of the people around us, who exactly is the lower organism?"
He saw that the gazes of everyone around had gathered onto Gulie.
The doctors and patients alike had looks of disgust on their faces.
Prior to this, in Gulie's eyes, humans were insignificant existences whose opinions did not need to be cared about at all.
Now, he finally realized the error in his perception.
To him, Sariel was a god, not a human, and he himself was also a god, not a human.
He spoke under the premise of not placing humans in his eyes.
But what would those humans, who did not know his identity, think upon hearing his nonsensical words just now?
Insisting that Sariel could definitely save someone with a terminal illness that doctors couldn't cure.
They would definitely think of him as a sick, crazy guy.
But it was too late now.
He didn't bother to cover it up either. Was there any need to cover it up for humans?
Flustered and angry, Gulie threatened the old man, "Old guy, are you looking for death?"
The old man wasn't about to coddle him, directly retorting.
"Oh dear, oh dear. Resorting to violence when you can't win an argument? You can't even win an argument against an old man you call a lower organism, do you really think you're that outstanding?"
"Oh~ so you're so stupid that you don't even understand this basic logic."
"It seems my assumption of using my own standards to demand things from a guy who is worse than me was somewhat wishful thinking."
"I am truly sorry, please forgive me."
The old man's words—resorting to violence when you're incompetent with words—deeply stung Gulie's pride.
If he really made a move on them, then he, Gulie, would truly become that fool.
He could never admit to this even to save his life; he absolutely could not make a move!
Only later did Gulie realize that the moment he thought this way, it meant he had already lost.
Thinking about it now was quite amusing.
Seeing that he didn't react, the old man continued his tirade.
"I'll listen to your words outside. This is a hospital; unrelated personnel are not allowed to make trouble. Your head surely isn't so broken that you can't even follow this most basic rule, right? No way, right? No way."
The veins on Gulie's forehead bulged, yet he was left speechless by the counter-argument.
He couldn't fight, and he couldn't win the argument. How infuriating!
I, a dignified member of the true Dragon Race, have been pushed to such a state by a mere human like you.
Was this old man truly that formidable, or was he just useless?
He hoped it wasn't the latter.
At this point, he had already made a complete fool of himself; there was no use in pretending anymore.
Just like that, under the old man's urging, Gulie arrived outside the hospital.
And then, the old man hit him with this line right off the bat: "You stalker, are you no longer satisfied with creepily hiding in the corner now? Impressive."
"Huh???"
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