Eighteen-year-old Lin Xuan was waiting for the university admission notice in the afternoon when a dice full of runes suddenly appeared in his palm.
The moment my fingertips touched it, the cicadas chirping outside the window and the sound of cars downstairs disappeared. He threw it blankly, and the dice turned into a door of light in the air. Behind the door stood a figure clad in starlight - calling himself the "God of Destiny", saying that he held the key to travel between the two worlds.
From then on, Lin Xuan's world split into two halves: one was the ordinary summer waiting for the notice, and the other was the fantasy realm where the gods gathered behind the Gate of Light. He helped the irritable God of Thunder repair a game console that was damaged by lightning, served as an amnesia reminder for the forgetful Goddess of Wisdom, and even accompanied the lonely Moon God to count the street lights in the world.
When the gods began to regard him as a "mortal who can communicate", Lin Xuan looked at the dice that were still cold in his palms and suddenly understood: this accidental entry might not be an accident. The admission notice will come, but the day of dealing with the gods is the most bizarre coming-of-age ceremony for him at the age of eighteen.
