On the day of the Sequence Test, I split the sky wide open. The instrument's screen flashed a "0." They laughed and called me Sky-Splitter, the guy whose only ability was making people laugh so hard the sky cracked.
A year later, a tide of ghosts surrounded the city.
I used a steel pipe to beat a Class C Ghost King to its knees in the middle of the schoolyard.
Then seven voices appeared in my head:
"I am Xingtian. I'll lend you a fraction of my strength. Slay ghosts like dogs."
"I am Chiyou. Take my bones and smash its skull."
"Gonggong is here. Let the water flow... Wait, where are you all staying? How are seven of you crammed into one room?"
That's when I realized:
They weren't my cheat codes.
They were my prisoners.
But the first time I used divine power, a message popped up:
[Divine contamination: +1%]
[Humanity intact: -1%]
Every time I use it, I move one step farther from being human. Every inch a god takes up in my body costs me an inch of my humanity. Seven gods, seven parts of my humanity. When they're all gone, what will I become? #DivinePrison #UrbanSupernatural #Good-for-Nothing'sRise #PowerFantasy
