The gods and demons are the butcher, and humanity is the meat on the chopping block.
Thirty thousand farms span the myriad realms, and humans are the only intelligent beings kept in captivity. Their fear is fine wine to the gods and demons, their despair a feast, and their souls their currency.
When Jiang Chen woke, the designation D-87194 had been branded into his bones. A boning knife lay before him, the slaughterhouse behind him, and fellow humans awaiting slaughter on either side.
The moment the System activated, he asked only one question:
“Can gods and demons be eaten?”
Three hundred years later, the sole shepherd of the myriad realms stood before the Divine Emperor's Hall, with the ruins of the Thirty-Six Heavens beneath his feet.
Someone asked him how he had come this far.
He smiled.
“I was hungry.”
The world is divided into high and low. I shall level the divide. The gods and demons herd all living things. I shall herd the gods and demons.
