Dusk Critical

The dusk bell of creation tolls, the ancient gods hang silently above the sky, crimson seeps from the cracks in the earth, and the shadow of death lingers. The blight destroyed the homeland that humans depended on for survival, and humans were forced to return from land to sea. This is an era without direction. —— "Sir, we have received a report that you are holding an illegal assembly. Please come with us." "I'm sorry, I don't know what you misunderstood, but I am the most devout believer of the Messiah of Fire, and I have had coffee with your Zoroastrian saint. You know, saint... Uh, I mean, the coffee is delicious." Luo Zhe showed his badge of a high-level flame cultivator with a smile. "If this is not enough, I can also be the recorder of the Stone Tablet Society, the 'favorite' of the Mother Goddess of Life, and the dreamer of 'Sleeping Ikarias'..." Luo Zhe, whose true body is an alien god and whose social identity is the leader of a cult that is not recognized by the True God Church, said this. Although the original purpose was to use the cover of identity to find fellow villagers from the earth and collect the truth about this strange world, why did he become a high-level agent with lots of information inexplicably? !