Chen Mo never dreamed that one day, after working himself to the bone at a 996 job, he’d wake up in another world where human lives were worth less than weeds.
What he never expected was that a whole group of Eastern deities lived inside him, and every one of them looked down on him. Only Xuri Rat was willing to stay.
It wasn’t until cultivators slaughtered his entire village and Xuri Rat died fighting for him that Chen Mo understood:
He couldn’t rely on the gods. If he wanted to survive, he’d have to fight his way to the top himself.
From then on, he began his journey from a lowly soldier, fighting his way through three dynasties, nine emperors, and thirty-six kingdoms.
Years later, the very gods who once looked down on him wept and begged to become his underlings.
Chen Mo smiled. “Back then, you couldn’t be bothered with me. Now I’m way out of your league.”
The gods panicked. “This kid’s going dark! Hurry, placate him!”
