The Recorder Does Not Know

Wei Pengjia, a scribe at the Hanlin Academy, had been doing unnoticed work for thirteen years. Until March 14th, he found that the word "" he wrote three days ago had changed to "". Until he opened the old book that he had read for thirteen years, and eight words grew out of the blank space on the last page—— "The person who recorded it didn't know, and the person who recorded it also filled it in." Only then did he realize that the world he had lived in for twenty-five years was an infinite world. There are no copies. The world itself is a copy. The ancient divine throne was shattered, and the fragments were attached to every position of power in the world. Those who ascend the throne gain divine power, and those who are killed are erased. Every time there is a vacancy in the divine position, a person is randomly picked up from the elimination pool to take his place - Wei Pengjian is the one who is picked up. He never asked for this life. But he has been copying books for thirteen years and has seen too many ways to die. What he has to do now is to climb up to those positions of power step by step and break off the fragments of the throne attached to them piece by piece. Donghuang Taiyi, Jumang, Zhurong, Shangui... Every god in Chu Ci is waiting for a living person to sit on it. Anyone who sits on it will either become a god or turn into ashes. Wei Pengjia held the pen and looked up at the chair. "When will it be someone else's turn to correct the words I write?" No CP｜Unlimited ancient style flow｜Chu Ci deity strategy｜Upgrade flow