A card-game player transmigrates into the world of Slay the Gods.
On a rainy night in Cangnan, the instant the masked monster tore through the alley, I raised my Duel Disk.
“Descend, Winged Dragon of Ra!”
Golden divine flames burned away the Mysteries and shattered the Night’s Watch’s understanding of the world.
Chen Muye wondered whether he should bring out “Shiva’s Grudge.” He thought the Egyptian chief god Ra had invaded Daxia.
As for me, You Mu, I was just a card-game player who had transmigrated here.
They hailed me as an “Agent of the Gods,” but I knew it was just a disguise created by the System.
Kill Mysteries to unlock cards; increase your level to extend summon duration. Those were the real rules.
When the Ghostface King tore through the old district and Zhao Kongcheng was gravely wounded and near death, I played my second god card:
“Osiris the Sky Dragon, Thunder Force!”
Crimson divine lightning annihilated our powerful foe. The Night’s Watch would never know that a Kuriboh capable of blocking a fatal blow, and a Mirror Force that could turn the tide, had quietly appeared in my backpack.
Light will always attract darkness.
Followers of the Ancient God Church watched from the shadows, eager to offer my “divine light” to their Lord.
The true Egyptian emissary of the gods had already set out from Cairo, vowing to punish the insects who dared profane a god’s name.
The Night’s Watch wanted to study my “Forbidden Item,” the Duel Disk, while foreign powers wanted to seize my deck.
Until one day, facing a sky full of evil gods, I revealed my complete twelve-star deck.
“Since we’ve all transmigrated, who’s still playing pretend agents of the gods with you?”
My turn is the only rule in this world!
