I Hate Systems

"First Rule—One shall not pray when not in a crisis!"

"Second Rule—A believer can follow other faiths as long as they don't betray humanity!"

"Third Rule—Never use the blessings to harm another human!"

"Fourth Rule—When bountiful, extend a hand towards the needy!"

"Fifth Rule—Never coerce or brainwash another into your belief!"

"Sixth Rule—Only entertain greed towards knowledge!"

"Seventh Rule—Live a happy life!"

The Shukagat Village Head proclaimed as he stared at the large stone slab where seven lines had been written, "These are our Deity's words. We shall remember it and pass it to the downtrodden and better their lives."

"We have everything we need, but that doesn't mean all humans are living in content." The Village Head said, his gaze mildly fanatic, "And hence, we should help them."

"You're forgetting something, Village Head." Pneua retorted immediately as she pointed at the seventh line, "The Seventh Rule, and the most important one among them all: Live a happy life."

"So," She said, "It's not our life's mission to sacrifice ourselves to help others. We should only do it if it makes us happy with ourselves."

"I…I see…" The Village Head's heated gaze cooled down as he sighed, "It seems I was blinded for a moment there. I'm sorry."

"It's natural, Village Head." Pneua smiled wryly, "Everyone is going through a similar phase. The seven rules are very simple and self-serving towards humanity's bright future, but the moment our line of sight turns narrow, we derail from the path of happiness."

"Haha, you're wiser than me, brat!" The Village Head patted her happily, "I'm glad there's someone to retort my foolishness here. Otherwise,"

He sighed in fear, "I might have led everyone into a path of ruin."

"You shouldn't blame yourself, Village Head. You're still the wisest of us all." Pneua said as she held his hands, "And besides, don't you think it's great that we can actually question these rules instead of having to blindly follow them?"

"The God of Humanity encourages humanity's unbridled thoughts."

"That is true." The Village Head nodded as he thought, 'Based on what I heard, all other faiths are imposing in nature. Their believers would have to follow fixed traditions and values. It's a sin if they do otherwise and would be punished. But here,'

He stared at the rules, 'We're only punished if we use our blessings to harm fellow humans. Basically, it's a divine manifestation of our own rules, truly the God of Humanity.'

The Shukagat Village held sermons at the break of dawn every day where they would discuss and solve any issues faced by the village. Moreover, a council was established to have debates on ways in which they should follow the seven rules, help people, etc.

And the first step to their faith was the creation of a library where information of value would be stored for future generations. There wasn't much in it at present, other than some pages with minimal records. But they planned to develop it in the future.

'How…do we make proper records? None of us have the experience. We don't even know what to write there.' The Village Head sighed one morning as the construction of the library was ongoing.

He stared at the boulder inscribed by the seven rules, somewhat anxious. His anxiety raised his heartbeat when the Village Head thought of something and immediately began to still jog, raising his heartbeats to the maximum when suddenly, he was enlightened.

"I got it!"

Immediately, the Village Head summoned forth the villagers to state, "I just received a blessing from our Deity!"

"Blessing?" Pneua was surprised as she looked at the Village Head, "Can you fly, Village Head?"

"Eh? Our blessings aren't like that though." The Village Head laughed, for he was the first to ever receive a blessing from the God of Humanity. So, everyone wondered as to what he obtained.

"It's this." Saying so, he took out a bamboo shoot and extracted its starch, processing it by adding in some minerals that he casually scooped from the ground and quickly created a rough sheet of paper.

He then began to write detailed instructions on it, also accompanied by clear drawings, causing the villagers to exclaim in shock.

"It is as if I've done this for decades." The Village Head said, "At present, I have knowledge and experience regarding the creation of a large variety of manuscript templates, inks, writing and drawing styles, architecture, record-keeping, and many others."

"That's the blessing of the God of Humanity." He said in excitement, "We gain knowledge and experience. Look!"

He casually flicked his wrist and drew a perfect circle on the sheet of paper. There wasn't even a single flaw as he proclaimed, "I've never done this before. But now, I'm able to do this as if I've practiced the skill for years. And most of all,"

He grinned, "I know how to teach others to replicate the same eventually. This knowledge is ours to learn and master now."

"It's not some supernatural power that can shatter mountains but experience, the experience that we would have needed to spend decades or even centuries of trial and error to attain," Pneua muttered, shocked in the end.

"It has a tremendous scale for humanity's development." She spoke.

"Yes," The Village Head nodded, "I think this is the essence conveyed by the seven rules. We should live happy lives but at the same time maintain all records of it."

"Only in this way would future generations remember that we humans can live happy lives and the methods we used to do so."

In the Shukagat Village, there was neither an Apostle nor anyone that had inherited the power of the God of Humanity. They couldn't even say to be of his faith.

But despite that, when they requested, they were imparted with the right knowledge to solve their deficits. The knowledge too only amounted to what they required to solve the deficit, nothing more, nothing less.

It was a mere transaction. The God of Humanity was only a database storing all of humanity's potential that they could gain parts of when necessary.

Basically, the God of Humanity was a storage device of memories, experiences, and knowledge, which was what the Shukagat Village derived understanding about. And hence, at the dawn of every day, they sat before the boulder with the seven rules and discussed their experiences from the previous day.

Following that, they addressed their thoughts about daily life issues and proceeded with their lives. The data regarding all flowed into a certain human statue deep within the mountains, one that remained a statue all along, only sporting minor cracks whenever someone from the village requested knowledge.