Reborn from the Start: The Path to Godhood Begins with My True Name

I have died twice.

The first time, I ventured deep into a rift in the Kunlun Mountains to prove that the gods existed, and died there.

My consciousness drifted through the void for ten years. The universe gave me one answer:

The gods can be robbed.

When I returned to the age of sixteen, I didn't rush to prove anything.

I spent ten years laying the groundwork, composing a scripture capable of deceiving heaven and earth.

I twisted the devotion of billions of believers into a crowbar, then stood before that rift and stole a fragment of a god's true name with my own hands.

The price was dying once more.

When I opened my eyes for the third time, I was still a boy.

But now I carried a god's remains, and had become the number-one target of every god.

Want to survive? Then keep lying.

Lie to the believers, lie to the rules, lie to the old gods enthroned above the clouds.

Until even a despicable mortal thief like me takes a seat at the table that decides the fate of the universe.

[Sweet story, no angst]