Late February.
At noon in H City, the sunlight suddenly vanished, and darkness blanketed the earth.
Yet the pedestrians on the streets did not react much.
Someone muttered, "Another blackout?"
Someone else was even in the mood to joke. "Do you think that God of Day from the other world has something wrong with his brain? He knows we're not afraid, yet he keeps cutting the power every day..."
The streetlights beside them lit up one after another, illuminating the entire city.
The passersby began joking around cheerfully.
"Why else would he be called the God of Day? Isn't he all about daylight? Wanting daylight so badly he went crazy, so of course his brain doesn't work right."
"My friend at the Thousand Rays Society said they keep cutting the power because they're supposedly brewing some huge conspiracy."
"But that conspiracy seems to have miscarried..."
Everyone burst into laughter before going their separate ways.
The atmosphere on the streets was actually rather bleak. The changes in the world had ultimately shaken the social order, but through the efforts of the Thousand Rays Society and the authorities, the situation remained fairly stable.
At least things within China's borders were still decent. A people who had endured countless hardships throughout history were always accustomed to finding joy amid suffering.
Thanks to the Thousand Rays Society's deliberate publicity, many ordinary people had learned the names of the gods from the other world. Some bolder people even dared to mock them aloud. There were plenty who wrote crude rhymes cursing those gods to have sons without dicks.
Of course, there were probably quite a few people secretly trying to defect to the Pro Gods as well. They simply did not make much noise about it.
Under the streetlights, some old men moved over small