The Disguised God

The niche, Lovecraftian-style game “Old Gods” descended into reality, shrouding the Five Continents in mist and plunging all living creatures into devastation. Fallen pagan cults worshipped demons, monsters from the abyss shrieked in unison, humans sacrificed their lives to snatch a sliver of survival, and believers chanted songs of light while awaiting the arrival of a true god. Qiao Luan mingled among them and unexpectedly awakened a “Disguise System,” allowing him to thrive like a fish in water within this apocalyptic purgatory. Disguise System Instructions: Successfully deceive ten people to unlock a Grade-D Lucky Wheel once. Successfully deceive ten pagan cultists to unlock a Grade-C Lucky Wheel once. …… Successfully deceive a god to unlock a Grade-S Lucky Wheel once. Looking at the prizes on the various lucky wheels, Qiao Luan slowly flashed an eight-tooth grin Isn’t this right up his alley? After all, he was a famously notorious street-shaman charlatan. On a peaceful day, someone knocked on the wooden cabin located atop the Mountain of Miracles. The man wore a plain black robe and a mask, his voice gentle: “Hello, I heard that the Outer God Lancelot lives here. I am looking for Him.” Qiao Luan tilted his head and looked at him: “Who are you, and why are you looking for Him?” The man removed his mask, revealing a familiar face: “My name is Lancelot. Passing through the Five Continents, I heard that someone was impersonating a god.” Qiao Luan: “…” Oh, snap. The real deal had shown up at his doorstep. His expression remained unchanged, but the curve of the smile at the corners of his lips steadily deepened. Far from panicking in the presence of the real god, he countered with a question instead: “Do you know what is buried at the foot of the Mountain of Miracles?” A god-slaying blade materialized inch by inch between Qiao Luan’s slender fingertips, and he smiled: “The corpses of Outer Gods just like you, who came looking for death at my doorstep.” The ancient and filthy long years nurtured gods, the stars brought curses, and pollution spread across the entire continent. Qiao Luan stood at the summit of the divine mountain, with countless corpses littering the ground beneath his feet. He thought indifferently, If this world truly needs a god, He will be the only one. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: The Disguised God — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠