I, Yin Hong, Refuse to Be Deified

In Great Shang, Yin Hong had become Di Xin’s second son, and he was terrified. It was the seventh year of Di Xin’s reign. Wen Taishi had set out to put down a rebellion in the North Sea a month ago. In seven days, on the fifteenth day of the third month, the poem would be inscribed at the Temple of the Goddess Nuwa. A scheme plotted by a Sage, with mighty quasi-Sages from many sides joining in to divide up the Human Race’s fortune, was about to unfold. At the thought that in a dozen or so years he would die, lose his true spirit to the Investiture of the Gods, and forfeit his freedom, while Great Shang fell and the Human Race was completely suppressed by the Heavenly Dao, Yin Hong felt utterly desperate. He had tried every way he could think of, but none could change what was coming. Until... he awakened the Human Race Fortune System. As long as he strengthened the Human Race, its fortune would grow. And then, the stronger the Human Race became, the stronger he became. The stronger he became, the stronger the Human Race became. “Excellent. No one understands how to save Great Shang better than I do, and no one understands how to save the Human Race better than I do.” “I will lead Great Shang to greatness, and lead the Human Race to greatness!” Decades later, Yin Hong, carrying the overwhelming fortune of the Human Race, blocked the gates of Zixiao Palace and pointed his sword at Hongjun and the Sages. “Investiture of the Gods? Did anyone bother to ask the Human Race what we think?”