Chinese Gods Shock the Interstellar World

【The main story is complete. Please add my upcoming novel of the same genre to your library: Chinese Poetry Shocks the Stars】 Reborn before the college entrance exams, Fang Zhiyu hadn’t yet decided whether to turn his life around and get into one of the top universities, or buy a lottery ticket worth five million. Then he opened a practice exam and was dumbfounded. 【Who is the deity who rules the moon and the tides?】 【Analyze the influence of ancient Greek mythology on modern society in 500 words.】 【A break in the history of Huaguo civilization led to an age of ignorance…】 Fang Zhiyu: …Is something wrong here? * The Divine Arena descended, and the various interstellar nations competed for their national fortunes. Ancient Greek mythology dominated the West, Japan’s Night Parade of One Hundred Demons held its own, and India’s thirty-three million gods won through sheer numbers. Only Huaguo’s cultural history had been severed. Ranked near the bottom of the arena, it was being carved up by other nations and was on the verge of collapse. Huaguo split into two camps. One sought to excavate ruins and restore its culture; the other sought survival by converting to the cultures of other gods. But to Fang Zhiyu, this was no choice at all. The gods shining across the Divine Arena were the legacy of five thousand years of culture. * Divine Arena: The Ocean “The ocean is Poseidon’s home turf. The first side to kill the sea monster wins. Sorry, but this round is ours.” “Why did Huaguo’s contestant summon a three-headed, six-armed child? Are they planning to surrender?” Fang Zhiyu smiled faintly. 【The Great Deity of the Three Altars and Seas, Nezha】 After the match. “Winning one match doesn’t mean anything for Huaguo. It’s only one god. They have no chance of turning things around.” “We’ll change the rules. Each god can compete only once. Surely Huaguo can’t summon a second god, can it?” Fang Zhiyu: Is that so? Please add my upcoming novel to your library~ Chinese Poetry Shocks the Stars In 3026, Huaguo was named the country with the least hope. After the apocalypse arrived and strange horrors ran rampant, the only way to survive was to enter the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races and seize a slim chance at life. The battlefield wasn’t about whose fists were bigger. It was about whose history and culture stretched back further, and whose literary achievements were more impressive. Everyone knew Huaguo’s cultural history had been severed. Its most famous emperor was Emperor Green Coin, and its most widely circulated poem was “One petal, two petals, three and four, then into the plum blossoms, seen no more.” Lin Jinxiao opened his eyes in this Huaguo, a country mocked as a cultural wasteland. Because its cultural history had been severed, Huaguo ranked near the bottom of the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races. Other nations were carving up its national fortune, and it was on the verge of collapse. To survive, Huaguo’s mainstream supported learning other nations’ cultures, while its own history and culture were cast aside and ignored. But to Lin Jinxiao, no star shone brighter than the culture flowing through five thousand years of Chinese history. * Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, topic: War. “So the first side to conquer six countries wins? That’s easy for us! We have Napoleon, the greatest general who has never known defeat!” “Huaguo is sure to lose this time. Its history is too short, and the Qing Dynasty didn’t have any generals worth mentioning!” “Wait… What does ‘The King of Qin sweeps across the Six Kingdoms’ mean? And what about ‘The Six Kingdoms fell, and the seas were united’? Which dynasty was this King of Qin from?” “He’s just one King of Qin. What’s there to be afraid of?” Lin Jinxiao: Hahaha, is that so? Theme: Stay true to yourself, and you’ll reach the end.