My Tavern Began in the Primordial World

My name is Qin Huai. I was a student at a culinary school, but after waking up one day, I became the God of Fire, one of the Three Thousand Chaos Gods.

I opened a tavern in an unremarkable spot on Mount Buzhou, just for fun. That's right, my tavern has been around since the Primordial Era.

Here's the important part: it's an unremarkable spot! And yet so many people with a destined connection to me manage to find it. That's because I accidentally became a glimmer of hope.

See that cook? His name is Zhurong. He's Fire Boy.

The one fetching water is Gonggong. He's Water Boy.

The hunter darting around the mountains is Hou Yi.

The one taking little steps and humming a tune is Du Kang. He's the brewer at my tavern. He drinks every day, and every day he gets drunk.

The greeter at the door, who dreams of becoming the landlady, is Daji.

That fortune-telling old man under the eaves is Fuxi. Ever since he failed to divine my fate, he's been shamelessly squatting here, refusing to leave.

The most infuriating one is the butcher in the backyard. His name is Pao Ding. Every day he's carving up oxen, while my wine...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.