The process of deification began with the discovery of hidden information in divine objects.

"Young man, your fate is lowly, and you are burdened by karma; you were born to be a beast of burden."

Under the overpass, an old Taoist priest in yellow robes squinted and slowly uttered these words. Behind him hung two tattered, faded cloth banners that howled in the wind.

The left side reads "Defying fate and changing destiny".

On the right is as long as you have enough money.

"What do you mean?" Su Ziye frowned.

"It means... that dying suddenly while working will become your destiny."

The old Taoist took a sip of tea and said calmly.

"Damn it... do you know I just worked a 16-hour shift?"

"so what?"

"Your resentment is stronger than a ghost's! Believe me or not, I'll wreck your mess!"

Su Ziye laughed in anger.

The old Taoist priest didn't care at all.

Do you want to change your fate?

"May I?"

"Sure, we can start over in the next life."

"Are you kidding me? Why don't you just say I can time travel instead?"

"That's settled then, eight thousand will let you travel through time."

"Wornima..."

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ziye suddenly felt everything go black. Before his consciousness faded, he heard a pleasant sound... "Wealth Treasure has received 8,000 yuan."

"You damned Taoist priest, you owe me two months' worth of humiliation fees..."

……

The Age of Godfall, year 385.

Luochuan City, South District, Qingye Middle School.

"I'm dying of laughter. Yesterday, Wang Zhe's dad from the next class spent nearly ten million to open a tomb. He finally found Zhu Rong's Fire Banner, but after starting the divine trial, his treasure was stolen by someone else."

"Now the Wang family is hunting down that guy who stole Zhu Rong's inheritance all over the world. Isn't that tragic? They put in all the money and effort, only to have it all benefit someone else. It's hilarious. I'm laughing so hard I'm practically folding my clothes into three."

"No, no, no, you're wrong about that. It wasn't that someone stole Huo Zhengqi's things; it was Huo Zhengqi who chose that person. The items were originally his, and the Wang family was just temporarily holding them in custody."

"That's right. Only those with a heart to protect civilization and uphold justice can wield the miracles of Zhurong. The Wang family, who made their fortune by tomb raiding, should stop dreaming."

"Hey, watch your words. The Wang family may not be any good, but they possess a divine artifact, and Wang Zhe is from the aristocratic class. We ordinary people don't even have the qualifications for baptism, so what right do we have to laugh at him?"

"That's right, that's right. If we keep talking about it here, and it gets back to Young Master Wang, we'll all be in deep trouble."

Su Ziye rubbed his head, the sounds around him coming and going, noisy and chaotic, making his already confused mind even more confused.

Zhu Rong? The Fire Banner? A miracle? A servant of the gods?

Where did this come from?

He struggled to open his eyes, and the sunlight streaming through the window shone on him, so bright that he couldn't open his eyes.

He froze for a full half second, looked around the classroom, and finally came to his senses.

Excitedly, he grabbed a thick textbook that looked like a medical textbook from the side of the room.

"Did I really get reborn back to my student days?"

"【The Chronicles of Divine Martial Arts - Revised Edition】? What is this? Is this something we teach in school?"

"No, no... I think this is..."

"That old bastard, this isn't rebirth, it's time travel, damn it!"

Su Ziye's eyes were filled with astonishment as he trembled as he turned to the first page of the chronicle.

The first thing you see is three large characters.

God is dead.

The dragons and phoenixes danced, creating a truly breathtaking spectacle.

It's as if everything started here, and it also ends here.

Su Ziye eagerly continued flipping through the pages.

God is dead, but the flame of civilization has not been extinguished. We find strength in the ruins and reflect on the past in the ashes.

The gods perished in an unknown year. Their power, knowledge, and authority did not dissipate, but rather crumbled into countless fragments, scattered throughout heaven and earth. Their miracles were shrouded in dust, and their legends became relics of the past.

From this point on, the old rules were completely broken, and a brand new era began.

Everyone can find treasure; everything can be a treasure.

Whoever can recognize the true God from the dust, ignite the divine fire, and pass the trials left by the God, will inherit His power and ascend to heaven in one step.

Experts call this a redistribution of cultural heritage, while the general public prefers to call it—the era of a great treasure hunt.

Su Ziye's hand trembled, and the chronicle almost fell to the ground.

This world... truly has a God!

With the death of the god, humanity's memory of him gradually became blurred, and all cognition became chaotic.

Seek miracles, pass trials, inherit divine power, and awaken history.

Just like archaeology, modern people are frantically digging up every trace of the mythical era!

"Quiet! Quiet! Class is starting, be quiet!"

A tall, straight woman strode into the classroom, her powerful voice instantly drowning out the noisy atmosphere.

Xu Lu pushed up her glasses and swept her sharp gaze across the crowd.

"This lesson covers the basic principles of divine resonance. Take out your textbooks and stop standing there like an idiot."

"Theoretical courses are the foundation of everything. Don't give up on yourself just because your divinity is low. As long as you have more than 30 points of divinity and study your academic subjects diligently, you still have a chance to become a miracle worker. Otherwise, why not just become a slave in social service?"

"712, working seven days a week, twelve hours a day, for a salary of 3,500 yuan, have you ever thought about that kind of life?"

Faced with the homeroom teacher's extremely aggressive gaze, the students all shrank back and carefully opened their textbooks.

Xu Lu held the chalk and wrote on the blackboard with great flourish.

"Last time we talked about the three main categories of miracles: divine objects, divine arts, and divine authority. In this lesson, we will continue to talk about divine objects..."

Xu Lu was speaking with great enthusiasm on the podium, but Su Ziye had no interest in listening to the lecture. He had already worn out the Divine Martial Chronicle in his hands.

I've finally come to understand the ways of the world.

The world is still the same world, but all the rules seem to have been reshaped around the miracle.

In terms of memories, it's basically the same as my previous life, except that some things related to miracles have changed.

"Hey, Midnight, why are you so engrossed in it? What kind of treasure is it?"

Behind him, a thin, dark-skinned young man poked his back with a ballpoint pen and made some winking gestures.

"I have some new videos here? Want to share them?"

Su Ziye rolled her eyes.

"Be more reserved in class."

This dark-skinned guy was a friend of Su Ziye for many years. In their past life, even after graduation, the two often got together to play. He was a loyal friend, but his brain was full of useless information.

Their relationship gradually faded a year after they graduated from university and he got married.

He has a very literary name, Zhang Fengmian, but anything he says always has a touch of sarcasm.

"It doesn't matter, nobody cares."

Zhang Fengmian shook his head indifferently, then his expression became serious.

"Midnight, I don't want to hear anything dirty, so let's talk about something serious. Next class is the class on sensing divine objects, which is also the last class of this semester."

"I heard that even our poorest class is using items from Pit 3 of the Yin Ruins this time. That shows how desperate the school is!"

"If your divine sense score is still 8 points this time, then Teacher Xu will really assign you to the social service major."

Su Ziye remained silent for a while.

As mentioned in class, miracles are divided into three types. Among them, divine objects refer to artifacts, magical treasures, weapons, and the like that passed down from the gods. These are the easiest miracles to discover and find.

Divine arts, on the other hand, are profound techniques and spells provided by the gods.

Divine power is the rarest of all; it is the gift, bloodline, and physique of a god. Not to mention them, even the noble class cannot find such a person. It is something that can only be encountered by chance.

It's the second semester of their senior year, and they're almost graduating. They get two chances each semester for the Divine Object Sensing class, and this is the twelfth and final time since they started high school.

Divinity scores are out of 100. Su Ziye's previous scores had never exceeded 10, with the highest being only 8.

Even the most divine beings could not sense a trace of divinity in his presence.

This type of constitution is called a divine insulator, or a person without affinity.

A preliminary assessment suggests that the body contains too little divinity, a congenital ailment that prevents it from resonating with divine objects. Without addressing this, receiving divine blessings would be meaningless.

In this world, anything that's even remotely related to God is considered to have a very high level of prestige.

Even with only a faint divine quality, one can earn over ten thousand yuan a month digging in mines.

However, jobs unrelated to God pay very little. These jobs are generally called social service jobs, with monthly salaries hovering around three to four thousand yuan, and the upper limit being about five thousand yuan.

"I know your family is in a lot of debt, if you really can't continue your studies."

"I'll ask my dad to find a way for you. We won't have to take the college entrance exam. My dad can introduce you to a job digging in a mine. It's tiring, but the pay is good. How about eight thousand?"

"Don't worry, with me as your guarantor, no one will dare to gossip about you. It would be stupid to not use our relationship. Just remember my kindness and share more quality content with me in the future."

Zhang Fengmian patted his chest and assured everyone that his family was well-off. His father was the manager of a small mine in Luochuan City, and over the past few decades, they had unearthed one or two rare artifacts.

Su Ziye shook her head, declining the offer.

I was reborn and transmigrated to another similar parallel world.

However, not only has the predicament remained unchanged, it has become even more difficult.

In their past lives, they were at least cattle and horses, but now, these ordinary people are nothing more than pigs and dogs in front of those high and mighty cultivators.

"It's okay, this is my last chance, I want to try again."

After reading "The Chronicle of Gods," he realized that in this era, if you couldn't be associated with gods, you were nothing but shit.

And if one could be associated with a miracle, even real excrement would be held high above one's head.

"Is there any chance of that 'ding' sound...? Aren't transmigrators supposed to be hands-free and automatically level up?"

Su Ziye rested her chin on her hand, staring blankly out the window.

"Huh? What's that?"

He suddenly noticed that there was a small patch in the flower bed below that was emitting a faint blue light.

"Fengmian, did you see that? There's something glowing in the flower bed downstairs."

"Midnight, are you still asleep? What's that glowing? It's probably sunlight reflecting off you."

"No, there really is something glowing, it's blue, look closely."

"No, I'm not nearsighted. I can see the thickness of a girl's stockings clearly from that distance. There's no way I could be mistaken."

"Damn it... I'm serious, this is real stuff!"

The two sat by the window, hunched over, with half their bodies leaning out of the window.

Xu Lu had worked hard to teach half a class, and when she turned around to get a drink of water to catch her breath, she saw that the whole class was listening attentively.

Only two of the lively characters craned their necks like giraffes, looking out as if they were about to spread their wings and fly down.

blah blah blah!

The chalk in her hand snapped in two, and Xu Lu raised her hand, sending two chalk pieces flying like bullets at the two of them.

"Su Ziye, Zhang Fengmian, you two stand up and start class!"

boom!

A piece of chalk hit his head and landed on the table. Su Ziye grimaced in pain, but he bent his head down!

But they discovered that the chalk stubs were also covered in blue light, and it was clearly visible that something seemed to be about to emerge from them!

It's right in front of us! It's out! It's really out!

coming!

[Item: Ordinary chalk stub / A chalk stub imbued with a wisp of literary talent]

[Effect: May slightly improve memory]

[Awakening Condition: Write down philosophical or insightful words]