The Blasphemer's Pact

High above the firmament, beings who called themselves gods imposed a System known as the Genesis Era upon Earth. The rules were rewritten, all things reduced to data, and humanity’s former home became a pasture where gods and demons battled over faith. Humankind struggled to survive along the perilous path of evolution.

Ling Ye was a lone wolf wandering amid the embers of civilization. His parents had died young, and he had nothing left to lose. His coldness was the last armor protecting him. But while everyone else struggled beneath the System’s rules, a cold contract came to him of its own accord. It was no gift, but the Blasphemer Protocol, born from an unknown void and designed to slay gods.

He was no chosen hero, but a prisoner bound to the Protocol and its enforcer.

His very existence was blasphemy. His abilities were meant to dismantle the laws laid down by the gods.

While others begged the System for higher-tier skills and equipment, virus code that corroded the foundations of divine revelation flowed from Ling Ye’s fingertips.

He saw through the “administrators’” plot to weave humanity’s fate, and watched coldly as the false gods sat high on their thrones, harvesting faith.

Alone and with nothing to lose, he was the perfect blasphemer.

“They think that once they’ve made the rules, they can rest easy and bask in worship.”

Standing atop a shattered idol, Ling Ye activated the Protocol’s final clause. A dark light rose from his body: the overture to godslaying.

“If you call yourselves gods, then I’ll commit blasphemy.”

“This Protocol is your final verdict.”