Global Sacrifice: I Can See the Gods’ Annotations!

Ten years after the gods invaded, humanity had learned to survive with its head bowed.

At first, no one believed those things in the sky were gods.

They gazed down at the cities from behind the split clouds. They did not speak or descend. They simply left different signs in the skies above each region: eyes, doors, clocks, trees, or a face without features.

Three months later, the global map was carved up anew. Seven ranks of regions, S, A, B, C, D, E, and F, replaced the old national borders.

People in higher-ranked regions lived longer and grew stronger. They could even petition the so-called supervising gods for resources.

Those in lower-ranked regions were trapped by polluted winds, hunger, hospital beds, and ration cards.

Region F was the worst. It was so bad that whenever the news mentioned it, the anchor always used the same tone, pitying yet upbeat, to say: “Please believe that human civilization has not given up on any region.”

Every time Lin Yan heard that, he wanted to laugh.

His mother’s medicine had been out of stock for three days, and he saw no hope ahead!

Then, without warning, a divine trial descended upon Linhai University.

The rules were simple: offer your sincerity in exchange for a talent.

A professor cited the classics and offered a thousand milliliters of blood, earning only a D. A genius from Region A brought out a precious sacrificial artifact and got only a C. Everyone mocked Lin Yan for being too poor to afford even an offering.

But Lin Yan could see the divine annotations no one else could.

The supervising god disliked bloodshed, copying, and meaningless cruelty.

What it truly liked was something stinky, strange, and full of life.

So Lin Yan offered up a pot of durian fried with stinky tofu.

An S-rank talent descended.

But the real horror had only just begun.