I Play Zhongli, Guarding the Nation's Gate Alone

The game of civilizational ascension to a higher dimension has begun. Every nation will enter this battlefield and fight for the future of Blue Star.

At least ten people guard the gates of every country, except for Huaguo.

With an extraordinary bearing and a posture straight as a pine, Zhongli single-handedly protects Huaguo's gates amid this catastrophe, defending a sanctuary for its people.

The “gods” high in the heavens regard humanity as ants, as playthings.

The coldness of the high heavenly gods clashes with the composure of the most ancient gods.

“You possess power like ours, along with authority and laurels. Why insist on being a god for those ants?”

“You are the ones standing too high above them.”

A god is a god of humanity. A god is never a rootless duckweed.

The love of the people is a law of iron engraved within Morax by the rules themselves.

The love of the people is the heartfelt compassion Zhongli felt after witnessing humanity's greatness.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.