I Collect Corpses for the Gods

"The wasteland is a burial place for bones. Why do we need to borrow the names of gods and Buddhas? When I reopen the list of gods, there will be no heavenly beings in the world." In the 174th year of the Tianta calendar, aliens came and the myth collapsed. The Monkey King died in battle, and his body was nailed to the top of a hundred-story tower, becoming a "nuclear battery" that lit up the night sky; Jiang Ziya sat alone outside the Tianmen, with his back to everyone, trying to block the indescribable terror. But the chaebols and sects that now occupy high positions and claim to be "immortals" are nothing more than the "dogs with broken spines" who knelt down to the aliens three hundred years ago! This is a golden world where "all kinds of frosts compete for freedom", and it is also a Shura field where "people eat people". Jiang Ziya sprinkled the broken [Gods List], turned it into one hundred and eight gods, and sent an invitation to the madmen all over the world: "Want to become a god? Come and kill them. Kick these kneeling dogs down!" Countless talented and talented geniuses have awakened from garbage mountains, slums, and plutocratic towers. Someone transplanted [Xiang Liu's spine] and did not hesitate to transform into a monster that devours all things; Someone has analyzed [Lei Zhenzi's heart] and triggered an electromagnetic storm, even if his heart breaks every second; In order to pursue power, some people are willing to coexist with [weird cultural relics] and train themselves to become a living taboo! Lin Mo, a mythological scholar suffering from mysophobia, woke up in a pile of corpses at the bottom. He has no bloodline against heaven. Let's see how he can save the world.