Global God of Punk

In a grand era where all people can light the divine fire and open up the divine realm, Ren Yi has embarked on a path that makes the gods unimaginable. There are no temples shrouded in holy light in his divine domain, only roaring workshops and criss-crossing steam pipes; his dependents are not elegant elves or devout saints, but a group of green-skinned goblins wearing goggles and obsessed with steam pressure and explosive yield. When the gears of punk technology bite into the goblins' wild brain circuits, the entire God's Domain begins to grow wildly amidst the hammering of rivets and the roar of boilers. When the Saint of the Forest drew the long bow of the World Tree and declared with an oracle that the arrow would pierce the heart - Ren Yi just yawned: "Array of goblin musketeers, volley." When the purgatory tyrant drove the magma earth dragon to launch a world-destroying charge - Ren Yi patted the silent steel beast beside him: "Drive the steam tank over and push it flat." When the immortal star dragon spread its sky-covering wings, its breath burned the world into scorched earth - Ren Yi put out the cigarette butt and connected to the sound transmission array: "The airship formation is taking off, and the fighter planes are covering it. Kill this big lizard for me." Divine art relies on talent and thousands of years, while industry only believes in caliber, equivalent capacity, and production capacity on the assembly line. For the first time, the volleys of local elf muskets overshadowed the chanting of the oracle, and the gods suddenly realized that in this era, it might really be time to change the way we play.