That day after the depressed-looking¹ Cen Jin had dropped out of his school, a small enrollment ad pasted on the streetlight pole at the school gate attracted his attention. When he saw that the third-rate technical school printed on the paper didn’t require entrance exam to enroll, he signed up.
Cen Jin, who only wanted a miscellaneous diploma², found out that the usual lesson of this technical school was: teaching them how to slay a god!
There were three codes for new students to adhere:
Do not trust all the Gods.
If you encountered the mysterious (Grim Reaper) and failed to seek help, then adopt these actions: Negotiate, pounce, dominate, and kill. Do not stop until you’re on your last breath.
Please use up all your strength to convey your feelings, and pray for the gods’ favor.
In order to survive, Cen Jin, as he suppressed his shame, had no choice but to face the gods and offer a wholly devoted, burning confession³.
Until the first Freshmen’s Skill Competition Conference, at the critical moment of life and death, he confessed before the public, attracting the pity of 100,000 gods.
Only then did he come to know that what he had drawn was a satirical version of the freshmen codes, and the object of his confession was superior to all the 100,000 gods.
Students and instructors all around the world had simultaneously witnessed the chaotic uproar of the Freshmen’s Skill Competition Conference – that tumultuous day, 100,000 gods were inspired to come and, uniformly, cheered to the inconspicuous gloomy yellow-haired in the center of the crowd: Wife teetee⁴!!
You wouldn’t be able to see that sort of scenario unless you leave Earth.
Two-faced crazy gong x steady, low-spirited shou