Can you believe it? The author who urges updates can become a god of reminders when the whole internet is frightened; someone who picks up rubbish and helps poor children can become a god of scavenging; even roasting gluten and making it known to the entire internet can calm his personality.
And I, Chen Mo, have made 200,000 orders in my eight-year delivery career with zero overtime and zero negative reviews. I am regarded as a believer by millions of riders, so naturally I became a god.
It's just that I didn't expect that becoming a god would not ascend to bliss, but step into a cage called the Ten Thousand Ruins Divine Realm.
Here, all gods have been stripped of their perfect divinity and reduced to the most ordinary NPCs in another world. The God-Eating Society is watching eagerly to hunt down the new gods, and the Alliance of Gods exploits them in the name of protection. The so-called god-making is nothing more than a hunting scam set up by the Supreme Being for hundreds of millions of years.
But it is impossible to panic.
I can become a god by urging people to update, so why can't I, a food delivery guy, still find a way out?
