Thirty years after the gods returned to the mortal world, everyone had an incense stick of life burning above their head.
Praying to a god means signing a debt. Pray for rain, and your life is the stake; pray for someone's survival, and your memories are the price. The greater the wish, the harder the game. In thirty years, the world's population fell from eight billion to 5.1 billion.
At the age of sixteen, Yan Zhaochuan's three incense sticks all failed to light at his first incense rite. He was branded “abandoned by the gods”: an untouchable nobody, an unregistered outcast, kill on sight.
No one knew that he had the only negative score on the entire server, that the divine registry showed a string of garbled characters, or that his “ritual artifact” was a half-burned incense stick, an item that officially did not exist.
And no one knew that the gods went out of their way to avoid him.
They had something to hide.
[Incense Leaderboard: −1 (Abnormal)]
“Lord Linze, sorry to bother you. That rain you sent last month cost 127 children their life incense.”
“According to our agreement, it's time to pay up.”
Others pray to the gods. He collects their debts. One by one, he calls on them to settle their accounts.
