I Rely on Chinese Mythology to Conquer the Arena

Tang Fang travels to the interstellar age. When he opens his eyes, he finds a world full of gods, yet none of them are deities from ancient China.

After waiting ten thousand years for a single descendant, the gods send the most approachable of them, the goddess Nuwa, to visit him in a dream that night.

“Child, the interstellar age has forgotten the gods of ancient China. We need your help.”

Tang Fang, who had more than enough of being an office drone in his past life: ...

Nuwa strokes his head. “You don't want to do it, and we shouldn't force you. But you're the last surviving descendant of Earth.”

“If no one worships us, all the gods of ancient China will vanish from history.”

Tang Fang looks at the gods standing behind Nuwa: Nezha, the True Lord Erlang, Mazu, the God of Wealth, the Celestial Emperor, the Buddhas...

Tang Fang, who hadn't wanted the job in the first place: What can I do? She's the goddess Nuwa, after all

So Tang Fang can only get to work, his eyes as dead as a fish's!

Humanity is one of the three greatest empires in the universe, its territory spanning ten star systems. Yet among the countless races in the cosmos, humans are the only ones who cannot summon gods.

Humans have never feared going to war. But under the rules of the universe, the various races summon their gods to fight, using divine battles as a game board to divide up the resources claimed by the great empires.

The human empire is suppressed by the other two empires. Unable to flip the table outright, it can only use technology to stand against the gods of the myriad races in the arena.

Until a rising star appears in the divine arena.

Heibai Wuchang, the Black and White Guardians of Death, wield soul-catching chains and are the perfect counter to races that worship ghost gods.

Any one of the Thirty-Six Thunder Generals is enough to make the gods of countless races tremble in fear.

And that's not even mentioning Erlang Shen, the peerless god of Guanjiangkou, who answers orders but not summons, or Nezha, the Third Lotus Prince, who slays rather than saves!

Goddess Nuwa, the Celestial Emperor Fuxi, the Three Pure Ones... those gods are too powerful to bring out just to bully people.

Once the gods of ancient China appear, they suppress all the races in the universe!

The human empire becomes Tang Fang's biggest fan, cheering him on like crazy and showering him with gifts.

Until one day, a young human competitor in the arena summons the Black and White Guardians of Death, feared by all ghosts...

The entire human empire goes wild!

Next novel, next novel! Teaching Chinese in Another World!

After graduating from university, Su Bo ran away from home without becoming a teacher and went into business instead.

He thought he'd escaped the fate of slaughtering pigs in his past life and teaching in this one, of killing people in a past life and teaching Chinese in this one.

Then he went to visit an old friend at school and was sent to another world when a teacher, depressed and jumping off a building, landed on him.

Su Bo: ...

The other world is completely different. It has the uncanny, evil gods, and a powerful university dedicated to fighting them.

And, just his luck, Su Bo is reborn as a teacher in the university's Divine Script Department.

What the hell does he know about divine script?!

Wait, why does this divine script look like Chinese characters?

Hold on. After spending half his life away, he still ends up teaching Chinese!

Everyone knows the Divine Script Department is the worst department at the university.

Students in the department are discriminated against wherever they go by students from other departments.

Whether on missions or in competitions, they can only be bossed around and treated like servants by the other departments.

The Divine Script students can't stand living this way any longer, and one after another, they demand to transfer.

They'd rather drop out and retake the entrance exams than keep studying divine script.

The enraged students leave the university at a loss. Should it really stand by and let the Divine Script Department disappear?

Just then, a young man who calls himself a master of divine script volunteers for the job.

He uses his finger as a brush and writes a rune: “Subdue!”

Every student is pinned to the spot, their eyes wide with fear.

“I'm so heartbroken when my students refuse to listen...”

“I heard you all want to transfer?”

Students: We don't want to transfer! Who said we did? That's a complete lie!

Exactly! What a ridiculous rumor!

Teacher, I want to study divine script!

Some teachers look impressive on the surface, but secretly get up in the middle of the night to dig up dirt and forge divine-script relics. They even wear their shoes out doing it.

Su Bo: smiles...

*As you can see, this is a cliched power fantasy. You'll need to leave your brain at the door.

*The love interest is a student whom Teacher Su personally bullies into it. He spends every day swinging between “Teacher is incredible” and “Teacher seems like a fraud.” I can accept people doubting the teacher, but if anyone else dares question him, they're dead!!!

*All the cliched plotlines you can think of are here: school factions, arena battles, fighting uncanny bosses, and plenty of awesome poetry and literature.

*I really can't write the old story anymore. I've kept the broad premise of fighting the uncanny, but at its heart, this is an urban fantasy set in another world.

Core Theme: Our goal is the stars and the sea.