On the afternoon he waited for his university acceptance letter, eighteen-year-old Lin Xuan suddenly found a rune-covered die in his palm.
The moment his fingertip touched it, the cicadas outside and the traffic below fell silent. Bewildered, he tossed the die. It transformed in midair into a radiant portal, and on the other side stood a figure draped in starlight. Calling himself the “God of Fate,” he said Lin Xuan held the key to traveling between two worlds.
From then on, Lin Xuan’s world split in two: one half was an ordinary summer spent waiting for an acceptance letter; the other was a fantastical realm beyond the portal, where the gods lived. He helped the short-tempered God of Thunder fix a game console damaged by lightning, served as a memory aid for the forgetful Goddess of Wisdom, and even counted streetlights in the human world with the lonely Moon God.
When the gods began to treat him as “a mortal they could talk to,” Lin Xuan looked at the die, still cold in his palm, and suddenly understood: perhaps his stumble into this world was no accident. His acceptance letter would arrive, but his days spent dealing with the gods were the strangest coming-of-age gift his eighteenth year could offer.
