Meng Chan, a low-level civil servant in the street office who had been working overtime for ten years and suddenly died suddenly, stepped into the prehistoric era when the great catastrophe of becoming a god was about to happen. When she opened her eyes, she saw the altar fire - she became a living sacrifice to the river god.
There was no fairy magic, no plug-in, she only relied on the survival wisdom engraved in the bone marrow of the system: logic, abiding by rules, understanding of coordination, good communication, and self-rescue in desperate situations, and survived.
But she soon saw the truth of this world: saints play chess, gods pursue profit, immortality is indifferent, and destiny is cold. Mortals either work hard to seek immortality and become the vassals of gods, or their bodies are like grass and their lives are like dust. Everyone is fighting crazily for a list of gods.
Meng Chan decided to go against the grain and choose a path that no one dared to take: refusing to be on the list, refusing to become an immortal, and refusing to be defined by destiny.
She takes in the blackmail beasts that have been spurned by the fairy world, and uses human fireworks to warm up the lonely souls who live on lies; she uses modern epidemic prevention methods to save Qing Geng, the diseased bird that is being hunted by the world, and turns disaster into life; she bandages the wounds of the decapitated war god Xing Tian, and listens to him tell about the unyielding fighting spirit of ancient times, so that the lonely hero has a place to return.
Her tribe has no fairy spirit or magical powers, but it has become the only pure land in troubled times - where the smoke never dissipates, where children study, where aliens live, where the weak find peace, and where all creatures abandoned by heaven and earth can become human beings.
Until the saint came and the destiny was overwhelming, asking her to bow her head and become a god and join the way of heaven. Meng Chan only raised her hand and handed over a volume of documents, then calmly raised her eyes:
"There is no rush to become a god. The saint might as well approve this "Tribal People's Livelihood Development Plan" first."
The path to immortality is dazzling and the gods are revered, but they are not as good as the fireworks on earth. In this life,
