This is a ramshackle shrine on the verge of collapse.
A modern office drone who just died from overwork is trapped inside its clay idol. Outside, a flash flood is raging, and the villagers are preparing to offer a living sacrifice to the River Lord. The shrine has no incense, no divine power, and a newly activated System.
There are no true gods in this world. There are only gods people believe in. Belief is divinity, and incense is life. If people believe the River God controls the water, then the god can truly unleash a flood. If they believe the Mountain Lord eats people, then the god demands boys and girls every year. The old gods harvested worshippers through fear, manufactured demand with disasters, and turned the human world into a farm.
But the young man trapped inside the clay statue chooses a path no one has ever taken: protection instead of fear, and shielding people instead of forcing them to kneel.
From a cracked clay idol to a true god worshipped by all. From a moldy steamed bun offered by a blind old woman to a divine realm of protection spanning the Nine Provinces. He controls floods, drives off plagues, opens up wasteland, and guards the borders. Through one humble, practical deed after another, he proves that gods don't have to be terrifying.
But the path of protection is also the most dangerous. The people begin saying, “The God of Protection is all-knowing and all-powerful.” And so his humanity starts to fade, as his emotions and desires are gradually worn away by the expectations placed on a “perfect god.” Once, he desperately wanted to be believed in. Later, he desperately wanted people to stop believing in him as that kind of god.
At the end of the old pantheon, deep in the ruins left by fallen ancient gods, a truth hidden for three thousand years awaits him: gods did not create humans. Humans created gods. Then the gods they created imprisoned them for generation after generation.
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