The Divine Arena has descended, with national fortune bound to victory and defeat. Huaxia has lost ten matches in a row and the entire nation is on the brink of ruin.
I, Lin Chuan, a pretty-boy with a sick sister and debt-collection notices staring me in the face, was forced to take the country's last available spot in the competition.
My opponent was a descending angel. The instant its holy sword came down, a bizarre viral Douyin meme flashed through my mind, and I blurted out, "My knife and shield!"
The next second, the holy light curved around and struck the angel itself. The whole internet went wild.
Later, they called me the "Trickster," saying my spells were all viral internet catchphrases:
"Wai bi ba bu" made thunder strike back from the heavens. "Ba ga ya lu" enraged a berserker to the point of explosion. "Gu gu ga ga" silenced the choir.
When I used "Bi bi la bu" to jam Egypt's scales of judgment, and "Ba ba bo yi" to rewrite the rules of the battlefield,
at last, the Western gods panicked.
All I wanted was to get through the ten matches quickly and scrape together enough medical bills for my sister.
Then I discovered that every victory restored a point of Huaxia's national fortune. Who could have guessed that my sister's illness was connected to it?
"Tell your gods to wash their necks and wait."
I headed toward the next arena, baton in hand.
"I'm taking on ten today. I'm in a hurry to buy my sister a cake."
