Ji Lingchen, a modern man who had read "Slay the Gods" at the psychiatric hospital from cover to cover, transmigrated.
The System told him that if he wanted to go home, he had to collect “divine remnants” in this mad world where the gods had descended.
He thought it would be an easy open-book exam, until he saw the clear-eyed boy at his cousin’s dinner table, serving him food: Yang Jin.
And outside the window, perched on the wall and basking in the sun with a grass stem in his mouth, was the “problem student,” Chen Tang.
One was the reincarnation of Great Xia’s God of War, Yang Jian, the Erlang God.
The other was the reincarnation of the Third Prince, Nezha.
Looking at these two future big shots, still unawakened and blissfully unaware, Ji Lingchen dropped his chopsticks onto the table.
The System sounded a frantic alarm: Warning! Irregularities detected in the threads of fate! Your future bond with these two is unfathomably deep!
Ji Lingchen: ...Can I still switch instances?
Later, beneath the gaze of all the gods in the heavens, the young man who had opened his Heavenly Eye shielded him and said quietly, “My three-pointed, double-edged spear will only ever be aimed at those who hurt you.”
Meanwhile, the boy riding his Wind-Fire Wheels sidled over with a cheeky grin. “Lingchen, my dad, Li Jing, yelled at me again. I’m sleeping in your room tonight.”
Ji Lingchen looked up at the sky and sighed. “I was supposed to slay gods. Why do I feel like I’m raising them instead? And not just one, but two?”
So well written?