His name is Zhou Mo. The Western underworld calls him “Sunset,” the Greek gods call him “Ares,” and the Eight-Headed Serpent calls him “Prey.” But what he loves hearing most is a student calling him “Teacher Zhou.”
On his first day back in China, the Ministry of State Security's 749 Bureau comes knocking. A clone of the Eight-Headed Serpent descends, and he is beaten until he coughs up blood. The global AI declares war, beginning a seven-day countdown. Zeus tears up the pact among the gods and leads the divine alliance east himself. Everyone asks him, “What makes you think you can do it?”
He wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth and stands up.
“Because the blood of the Human Emperor flows through my veins.”
A nuclear bomb explodes above his head, but he walks out of the mushroom cloud. Six bolts of heavenly tribulation strike, and he withstands them. The moment the Human Emperor's aura awakens, the whole world is watching live as all the gods bow.
The Three Pure Ones await him beyond the void, while Heaven's Dao watches from above the ninth heaven.
Zhou Mo glances at his phone and frowns. “The bell's rung.”
“I'll leave the lesson here for today.”
Not even ash remains.
That day, the whole world watched live as the gods fell silent.
And the AI said coldly, “Uncontrollable variable detected: humanity still has a trump card.”
