[The protagonist isn't invincible or a fool. A penetrating look at human nature, with unconventional, satisfying twists.]
The Old Gods descended decades ago. Humanity retreated behind city walls and clings to survival, tossed about by the chaos of a troubled age, with lives as worthless as blades of grass!
I transmigrate into a high-martial world, open my eyes, and find I've become the strongest Old God. Then I turn around and join the government?! As a villain, how am I supposed to disguise myself and survive?
No charging in recklessly, no invincibility. I rely on my insight into human nature to play the game of power, drive wedges between my enemies, seize resources before they can, and keep the chaos in the martial world under control on my country's behalf.
But all I want is to keep a low profile and survive to the end!
Are the Old Gods a blessing or a curse? How can ordinary people survive in a chaotic age? I'm the one making the moves in this game!
