'This can't go on. I'll quickly be driven mad by these prayers...'
Bruce, whose mind was suddenly overloaded with too much information, realized that he had to quickly find a way to "solve" the prayers of those believers, otherwise, those chaotic sounds would truly "explode" his mind.
"Maybe I can make those prayers appear before me as written documents. Just like material in a library..."
As he thought this, a large filing cabinet appeared before Bruce.
'The problem seems to be solved now...'
However, before the smile on Bruce's face could fully blossom, more filing cabinets appeared one after another in the small living room.
Two, four, six, eight...
The filing cabinets kept appearing until they filled the living room space.
"No, maybe they should be sticky notes..."
Bruce, who was submerged in filing cabinets, thought of his girlfriend's habit of sticking sticky notes everywhere.
Crucially, those things don't take up space.
Then, the filing cabinets in the room instantly vanished, replaced by a dense array of sticky notes.
Perhaps because there were too many wishes from the believers, even when converted into small sticky notes, they still covered the entire room. Even Bruce himself was wrapped in a layer of small papers, looking like a "mummy."
"NO, no, no—" Bruce tore off a sticky note stuck to his face, looking at the spectacular sight of sticky notes filling the room, and felt his head ache even more.
Finally, he inadvertently spotted his office computer in the corner.
"Perhaps, they should become folders?"
Bruce snapped his fingers, mimicking Angel One, and then saw the room full of small papers disappear. Looking at the office computer screen, there was now a row of folders waiting to be processed.
"Let me see how much work I have," Bruce pounced on the computer, wanting to check the number of wish lists, and then he was startled: "Damn it, there are over a million pending messages..."
"Is God's work that busy? Does he even have time to rest?"
After complaining for a while, Bruce reluctantly accepted reality and began to try working: first removing the unreliable wishes, then ignoring the meaningless prayers, followed by wish classification...
As he worked, Bruce, having found a method, became more and more proficient, even forgetting the time.
Until his girlfriend came home from work.
"Bruce, it's the weekend today, is there anything you want to eat?" Grace asked her boyfriend who was in front of the computer.
Their love had been a long-distance run for many years, and besides not being married, there was no difference from a real couple.
Weekends were usually their private time, often filled with romantic activities like candlelight dinners.
"Anything is fine," Bruce, busy with work, didn't even lift his head.
"All right." Rarely seeing her boyfriend so focused on work, Grace shrugged and didn't disturb him, going to the kitchen alone to prepare dinner.
More than half an hour later, a sumptuous steak dinner on the dining table, plus red wine, candlelight, etc., created a romantic atmosphere.
"Bruce, dinner's ready," Grace, having arranged the candlelight dinner, called out to her boyfriend.
"You eat first, I'm busy right now." Bruce was still engrossed in his work, with no time to pay attention to his girlfriend's romantic gestures.
"This..." The smile on Grace's face faltered, but to avoid disturbing her boyfriend's work, she finally said, "All right."
However, it was clear that she was already a little upset.
After silently eating her steak alone, Grace looked at her boyfriend, who was still working in the corner of the living room, got up, and put away the red wine and candlesticks.
Another ten minutes or so passed, and the girl finished washing the dishes in the kitchen.
Then, she specifically made a cup of warm milk, brought it to Bruce's computer desk, and asked, "Is work going smoothly lately? Why don't you take a break and eat dinner first?"
Feeling his girlfriend's concern, Bruce looked up and said with a smile, "I actually have good news to share with you. Next Monday, I will take over Evan's job and officially become a TV host."
"Really? That's great!" Grace happily hugged her boyfriend's head, feeling happy for him.
She knew that becoming a radio host had always been her boyfriend's wish.
"But before that, I need to deal with these files first." Bruce pushed aside his enthusiastic girlfriend, indicating that he was still busy.
"Alright then, Bruce. But please drink the warm milk before you work, it's good for your health..." Grace urged her boyfriend.
Health is fundamental...
Then, under his girlfriend's gaze, Bruce drank the milk in one gulp, wiped the milk stain from the corner of his mouth, and said, "If you're bored, you can go rest first, you don't have to wait for me."
...
Another hour passed, and Grace, curled up alone on the sofa watching TV, couldn't help but yawn.
Turning her head, she saw that her boyfriend was still diligently working.
"I'm going to rest now. You should also watch the time and get some rest early. If not, there's always tomorrow..." Grace got up and greeted her boyfriend.
However, she found that he was still engrossed in his work, not even lifting his head, and her words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Immediately, Grace, feeling a bit dejected, turned off the TV and walked into the room alone.
The living room became completely silent, with only the sound of keyboard clicks remaining.
But Grace, back in her room, felt no sleepiness at all. She recalled the bits and pieces of her relationship with her boyfriend over the years, as well as his recent abnormal behavior.
Slowly, the girl's brows furrowed.
If Bruce's wish was to be a radio host, then Grace's wish was for her boyfriend to propose to her.
Or rather, forming a happy little family with Bruce was the girl's ultimate wish.
However, as time passed, the girl now found it a bit difficult to read her boyfriend's mind.
To boost her confidence, Grace changed into sexy pajamas she had never dared to wear before, planning to deepen their relationship with her boyfriend.
"Honey, do you like this pajama set on me?"
From behind the half-open door, Grace seductively ran her hand through her hair, while alluringly beckoning to her boyfriend with her finger.
However, all her charm seemed to be wasted on a blind man.
Bruce, who was diligently "working," merely glanced up at his girlfriend and said, "It's getting late, you should go rest. I'll be busy here for a while longer—"
Upon hearing this, Grace's seductive expression froze on her face, and she could only return to the room dejectedly.
...
The next morning, when the girl came to the living room, she found her boyfriend had fallen asleep at his computer desk.
Grace, feeling sorry for her boyfriend, quickly draped a jacket over him, then went to prepare a rich and nutritious breakfast.
After breakfast, to help her boyfriend relieve work pressure, the girl suggested they go out for a walk together.
However, her suggestion was once again rejected by Bruce, using the excuse of being busy with work.
...
In a flash, time came to evening again, and Bruce finally finished processing the over one million prayers from the believers.
"Honey, how about we go out for a big dinner?" Bruce, feeling light after finishing his work, finally noticed his girlfriend, who had also stayed home with him all day.
"Great, we can go for a seafood feast..." Seeing her boyfriend return to normal, Grace smiled and planned: "After dinner, we can come back and play some small games, I've already prepared the pajamas."
As the girl was planning their evening, Bruce, having completed his work, refreshed his computer screen.
Then he saw that his computer files once again had over three million pending messages.
"F***—" Even with Bruce's optimistic personality, he couldn't help but want to curse at this moment.
Who could handle this amount of work?
"What's wrong? Bruce." Seeing her boyfriend suddenly slump into his computer chair as if drained of all energy, Grace asked with concern.
"Nothing—" Bruce shook his head numbly, giving up: "I seem to have work again, a lot, a lot of work..."
"Then are we still going out for a big dinner?" Grace asked cautiously.
This time, Bruce didn't answer, just lowered his head in silence, immersed in "sadness."
Emotions are contagious, and the girl seemed to understand something, also falling silent.
After a long while, a phone ring finally broke the silence.
"Hello, Lisa. Is something wrong?" Facing the call from his beautiful colleague, Bruce's temper seemed much better.
"I was just checking if your headache from yesterday was better..." Lisa's voice came from the phone: "And I also wanted to ask if you have time, I made an extra dinner and no one to eat it..."
Bruce, who had been tormented by "work" all day, immediately had a mischievous thought upon hearing the beautiful woman's invitation, and replied, "I'm fine now, and I haven't had dinner yet."
"Mm, okay... See you later..."
Hanging up the phone, Bruce, disliking hassle, quickly categorized the believers' wish lists on his computer, then with a snap of his fingers, "fulfilled" all the more reliable wishes at once.
"See, it's all done, I was so foolish before." Bruce, having roughly completed his work, leaned back in his chair triumphantly, completely devoid of his previous dejection.
"I just heard a woman inviting you to dinner?" Grace finally found an opportunity to ask her question.
"It's a company dinner, you know, I just got promoted to host, so I definitely need to build good relationships with colleagues." For some reason, Bruce didn't think much and concocted a perfect excuse.
"If that's the case, then it's certainly very necessary." Faced with her boyfriend's perfect reason, Grace couldn't say much more.
"Thank you for understanding," Bruce, feeling guilty, hugged his downcast girlfriend and comforted her: "I'll spend time with you tomorrow if I'm free, we can go have the seafood feast you want."
After appeasing his girlfriend, Bruce, afraid of being exposed, grabbed his jacket and walked out, not forgetting to tidy his hair during the process.
And after he left, Grace's expression grew more and more suspicious.
A woman's sixth sense made her realize that something bad was about to happen.
So, as Bruce drove cheerfully towards his beautiful colleague's house, he didn't notice a taxi tracking him from behind.
Arriving at Lisa's house, Bruce immediately noticed that she had specifically dressed up today and was wearing perfume.
They were both adults, and the beautiful colleague had already shown enough ambiguity.
Sure enough, upon entering the room, Bruce saw a romantic candlelight dinner.
...
With a tacit understanding, after a few glasses of red wine, two silhouettes on the curtain slowly drew closer, finally pressing tightly together.
"Damn it! Colleague gathering!!!"
Grace, who had been squatting outside the window for a while, saw this situation and immediately knew what was happening.
In her fury, she violently kicked open Lisa's front door.
Then she saw her boyfriend kissing a beautiful woman, their clothes disheveled and the atmosphere ambiguous.
Although the girl had anticipated this situation, when she actually saw it, she still couldn't accept it. So, she chose to leave, out of sight, out of mind.
"Grace... why are you here...?" Seeing his girlfriend kick the door and leave, Bruce quickly chased after her: "Listen to me, Lisa really is my colleague. That was just an accident..."
"An accident? I saw everything!" Seeing her boyfriend still full of lies, Grace stopped, and said disappointedly: "We're over!!!"
After saying that, the girl left without looking back, heading directly towards her parents' house.
It seemed that this time, she was truly heartbroken.
"God bless, let Grace forget what happened before and come back to me." Only when one truly loses something does one learn to cherish it, and Bruce was in this situation now.
He realized that if he didn't do something, he would completely lose Grace. Therefore, he quickly used his superpower, hoping to make her "change her mind."
However, as he snapped his fingers, nothing changed, and the girl still left.
A desperate Bruce then remembered that Angel One had told him: his superpower could not change the inherent will of humans.
...
"Mike, do you know? Something very interesting happened today." Regina, lounging in the luxurious villa, clung to Mike, who was leisurely drinking tea and reading the newspaper.
Today was the last day of the weekend, and tomorrow The Plastics would be arranged by Jessie to attend professional classes, so Regina was especially clingy at this moment.
"Are you talking about this?" Mike enjoyed the girl's special massage, then unfolded the newspaper in front of her.
The front page headline of the New York Times, in bold letters, read: Millionaires Win Lottery! Miracle or Hoax!!!
A jackpot of tens of millions of dollars could indeed make ordinary people rich overnight, but what if there were millions of lucky winners of the grand prize?
If it wasn't April Fool's Day, this seemed more like a unique super hoax.
"What, you already knew." Regina was a little disappointed, but continued to share: "I heard that those who won the jackpot have organized a protest, surrounding various lottery outlets. They plan to demand an explanation from the official lottery agency..."
According to the news in the newspaper, after dividing the jackpot, each of those winners would only receive a little over twenty dollars.
Such a rise and fall, who could bear it?
Not smashing the lottery outlets directly was already a sign of their good character.
"And I also heard that many strange things happened today. Companies that had been losing money suddenly 'profited,' people who had been sick for a long time suddenly 'recovered,' and poor students suddenly received 'full marks' on their exams..." Regina continued mysteriously: "The strangest thing is that there were accidents in all those good things. The profitable company was due to data errors, the patient's recovery was because of faulty examination equipment, and as for those poor students who got full marks, the teacher mixed up the test papers."
"Some people guess that the continuous absurd incidents lately are God playing a joke on humanity..."
And surprisingly, those people guessed accurately.
The current situation was indeed because Bruce was lazy and played a "small joke" on the believers.
Although Power of Faith is omnipotent...
The Power of Faith that Bruce "borrowed" from Angel One was clearly insufficient to make all the believers' wishes come true.
Being merely superficial was already the best outcome.
After all, truly fulfilling all the believers' wishes might be something even God couldn't do.
Moreover, according to Mike's guess, the borrowed Power of Faith on Bruce might not have much left after this incident.
Power of Faith is a consumable, and to sustain it, there must be both input and output.
For Bruce to squander it like this, lasting seven days was already a miracle.
Of course, tomorrow is the last day of the intern angel's assessment period, so whether the Power of Faith is used up or not is not important.
Instead, the key issue is whether Bruce can learn from his mistakes in time and return to his true self.