I Carve the Names of Gods into the Mortal Realm

Three hundred years ago, the gods lost their names, and the Divine Dynasty fell. Now every divine seat in the realm is occupied. Anyone who claims a divine title without an imperial decree is a false god and must be executed.

In a ruined temple in Liuxi County, seventeen-year-old temple keeper Jiang Yan cannot even afford to offer a single stick of incense. In three days, the temple will be demolished, and he will be buried with it.

All he has is half a blank booklet and a pen that's run out of ink.

But he discovers that the pen can add a stroke to any name. He can grant godhood to a weasel, grant godhood to a slab of bluestone, or change one character in an enemy's name.

The day the Divine Surveillance Bureau's iron badge lands at his feet, Jiang Yan looks up and smiles. "Your gods were all written by me."