Once upon a time, there was a small village on the Atlantic Ocean, where the villagers lived in peace and harmony. Because of the remoteness of the place, the outside world hardly affected them.

In this environment, the inhabitants of the city treat each other almost equally, except for one person, Azathoth, a notorious bully in the village, who considers himself a god who has fallen into the mortal world, while the others are just grassroots, so he always puts on a high-minded face, which makes everyone in the village dislike him, including his family.

Of course, the villagers treated Azathos like a madman,2 for it was a fact that in their eyes the fool was a madman.

Upon learning that the people of the village saw him this way, his pride was greatly damaged, and he decided to make the civilians realize the gap between them and himself......

Since then, the villagers have always seen Azathoth doing strange things, such as peeling the hide off the cow and putting it on his body, which he may have thought was very spirited, but the owner of the cow was really angry, and we all remember the day when he chased Azathos around the village with an iron rake, making everyone laugh.

After eating a deflated meal, Azathoth still did not repent, and even whispered that the owner of the cow was stingy. So he took a different path......

One day, Azathoth came early to set up a stall in the square in the middle of the village. Passers-by poked their heads curiously to see what Azathos could do with it.

It turned out that Azathoth's stall was dedicated to what he called "fine delicacies". But his business was unsightly - no one came to buy his things, and they thought that the people who sold them must be crazy, because his "best dish" was actually a piece of braised pork the size of a grain of rice, covered with a slice of coriander. This thing doesn't really have any merit except to look clean, and it will be eaten in one bite.

Azathos was already angry, he had to make them understand the gap with him, he wanted the villagers to understand him - Azathoth was a god! But how? He suddenly had a crazy plan - he wanted to go to heaven!

So, in order to accomplish this grand goal, Azathos began to build an incomparably long ladder, and yes, he would rely on this ladder to ascend to the sky.

The villagers laughed at Azathoth as usual, believing it to be just a fantasy, but Azathoth remained unfazed and went about his work.

After nearly a month of hard work, Azathoth's ladder was finally completed, and Azathos happily dragged the ladder to a hill, where he inserted one end of the ladder tightly into the dirt and took out his tools to reinforce the bottom again, and when everything was ready, Azathos mustered up the courage to climb the ladder and head towards the sky.

The villagers already had an answer to the question of whether Azathos could succeed, but they were stunned when they looked at the "Tower of Babel" in the distance. They didn't know that the clown Azatoth had such abilities.

Day after day passed, and there was still no news of Azathos, and people thought he had fallen, but the truth was that there was no body of Azathos for fifty miles around the ladder. The villagers began to panic, could it be that Azathoth had really ascended to the sky?

This fear continued to spread among the villagers, and the people's psychology gradually distorted, how they wished that Azathoth would fall! But it backfired, and a year had passed since Azathoth climbed the ladder, and no one had found Azathoth's body to prove that he was not a god. Frightened and psychologically burdened, the villagers fell and began to believe that Azathoth was a god descending from the sky. Thinking of the humiliation of the gods like they had done before, they were afraid that Azathos would use his divine power to retaliate against them, so they placed a huge statue of Azathos in the center of the square, and organized all the villagers to come and worship this god every year, if anyone dared to question it, then he might never see the sun again.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the traditions of the village have not changed, and the figure of Azathos still lingers in their hearts. Suddenly, one day, when a woodcutter who went up the mountain to chop wood passed by the ladder left by the gods, he suddenly saw something that seemed to have fallen from the sky, and he wanted to take a closer look, but before he could react, the thing fell on him, and the woodcutter died on the spot.

If you look closely, it turns out that what fell on him was a dry corpse, and it looks like he has been dead for a long time, maybe he has been stuck in the ladder and can't get up and down before? Alas—what a poor bastard, let us observe a second of silence for this poor man who has lost his name.