It's Not About Making Stars, It's About Making Gods.

The rise of aliens among humans. Everyone looked at the cards in their hands anxiously. The prophecy has come, and there is a sentence printed on each card: "God descends, welcome the gods." When that card is obtained, humanity changes appearance, and countless gods or god-like beings descend into the bodies of the dying people. And He Wu, five hundred years after his enlightenment, had his soul extracted by the game, returned to the God's Landing Continent, and took over the player's body. "The boss from District 3 is back. He once became a global superstar in that idol world. I heard he got the golden finger - the idol star-making system." "Xx from District 101 is also back. I don't know where he was reincarnated. I heard that he once served as emperor and received the imperial seal." "The smartest guy in District 8 fought until blood flowed in the horror world and won the crown of thorns." "No...." This is another world where no one seems to remember He Wu. He Wu vaguely remembered that the so-called game port was chopped off by her sword. Later, there was an extra watch in her storage bag. She fixed everyone's memories and fished herself out of their memories. "I seem to remember a very powerful person, but I don't remember who it is." "I also seem to have forgotten someone. I'm probably sick." On the human stage, all kinds of gods took out the "gifts" from the game world and registered their levels at the Messenger Office of Blue Star. "Crown of Thorns, b+ grade." "The Imperial Seal, Grade A." "Idol system. C-level" "Hell Knife, b+ grade." "Eye of Revenge, C level." Those things that were out of reach in the eyes of the people were read out expressionlessly by the messenger from the office, and were registered one by one by the registrar. The Blue Star Messenger looked at these "gifts" with little expression on his face, but the occasional emotional changes made all the "players" aware of their level. Abc, that's the obvious level. Players wearing black T-shirts, masks and hats came to the Blue Star Messenger. "Name." "Why nothing." "Please bring out your gift." He Wu: "No gift." Blue Star Messenger: "All descendants will have gifts, how come you don't? When you woke up, did you get anything, props or the like." He Wu thought for a moment, and under the slightly impatient gaze of the envoy, he took out the black watch with one corner missing from his pocket. Blue Star Messenger uses auxiliary equipment to scan. A few words slowly appeared on it: Advent operation system, rating -. Unable to rate. The messenger opened his eyes wide. "How come you have this?" The messenger's voice was shaking. The unidentified player said calmly: "Beat him." [The copy has been saved and posted to Weibo, please do not plagiarize, it will be retained on August 29, 2023] Intention: growth