Medieval Transmigration Tale: I Cursed the Miserly God, and He Stood Right Behind Me

Synopsis

"It was my third year in this medieval magical world, and my mother had turned into a holy roller. Every day, she dragged me to church before dawn, and we would kneel for six hours on end. My knees were covered in thick calluses, yet our family remained dirt poor. Finally, I'd had enough. I slipped outside the confession booth and grumbled out loud. "What's the point of praying to the God? Mom has prayed her whole life, and we haven't gotten even a single gold coin as a blessing." Right then, a deep voice drifted down from above. "I've been standing behind you for three seconds." I stiffly turned around, only to meet the God's half-smiling eyes. I was doomed. Not only would I never get rich, I might not even make it out alive this time.