This is a world without mythology, a world of nothing but despair and monsters.
Humanity clings to survival behind towering walls, until one man appears.
Zhang Dabao has a name so hopelessly rustic that it’s almost comical. A cannon-fodder night watchman, he starts off with his teammates breaking his legs and sacrificing him to ghouls.
On the brink of death, the [Mythology Performance System] awakens.
As long as he plays a mythological figure and inspires fear or trust in others, the fake can become real!
And so begins history’s most terrifying and ridiculous deception.
Those are two-yuan paper offerings in his hands, aren’t they? No, they’re the [soul-hooking, life-taking divine weapon].
That’s expired flour smeared on his face, isn’t it? No, it’s the [true form of an underworld deity].
Those are just opera lyrics coming from his mouth, aren’t they? No, they’re the [rules that make his words come true].
From [Bai Wuchang], who hooks souls and claims lives, to [Zhong Kui], who swallows evil spirits whole.
From [Erlang Shen], whose third eye pierces illusions, to [The Great Sage Equal to Heaven], whose staff shatters the heavens.
As gods and Buddhas fill the skies, all of humanity falls to its knees in worship, while the eerie creatures tremble in fear.
Seated calmly upon his divine throne, Zhang Dabao smiles faintly:
“No matter how rustic my name is, I’m still the only god you have.”
