Every nation has its own myths and legends, and its own devotees. But when Peng Wei arrives overseas carrying the King of Hell System from Huaxia, what chance do gods of the desert, thunder gods, Amaterasu, and the rest have?
Here, you can believe in only one person: me, the King of Hell.
"What, you trash, you say you worship Amaterasu?"
"I have a dual-cultivation furnace in my harem named Amaterasu. Seems she's one of your island nation's deities, too."
"Oh, my devout believer, you say you want to blow up your country's Yasukuni Shrine?"
"Go ahead. After you die, you'll gain immortality in the truest sense. I've got a low-level ghost official position that's perfect for you."
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
One of the most **** novels I have ever read