Lin Ye only wanted to earn a little pocket money, but a game called Divine Silence dragged him into the abyss.
In the game, he was bound to a headless bride goddess. She couldn’t speak, only chop people up; she couldn’t cook, only kill. She forbade him from going out at night, because after eight, the world belonged to monsters.
Lin Ye thought it was all just part of the game, until he saw the wealthy and powerful in the real world burning incense and kneeling before the monsters in the game, calling them gods.
That was when he understood: this game was a gladiatorial arena for the gods, and he was the only human chosen by the headless bride.
The true goddess billionaires begged for a chance to meet tied on an apron every day at his house, trying to figure out how to make egg fried rice.
The world-ending horrors that terrified the entire planet were chopped into experience points, one by one, by his wife.
“So how did I go from a power-leveling service to a God King?”
“Don’t ask me. Ask my wife. She has the knife.”
