[No Showing Off, No Face-Slapping, Passionate, Empress, No System]
Lin Mo transmigrates into the Divine Realm and becomes a civil servant among the gods.
One day, the Divine Emperor gives him leave to go down to the mortal world and relax.
Lin Mo: Yes! I finally get to take a break from work.
But why is the mortal world so full of endless conflict? And though he is a god, he is forbidden to interfere in mortal affairs.
If the sight of dark clouds pressing down on a city, with golden scales gleaming on armor in the sunlight, appeared before you, would you lament the cruelty of war?
If the words “Beacon fires burn for three months; a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold” became reality before your eyes, would you too wish to do something for this world?
I, Lin Mo, can steady the realm with a brush in my hand, and shake it with one too.
