After being forced to become a god

Chapter 1

Forced to become a god [Quick Transmigration]

The instant Ji Zhaoming was hit, he was transported to a world he had never seen before.

He was surrounded by races he had never seen before, all of them tall and imposing. Ji Zhaoming, standing on tiptoe, could barely reach their necks. Before he could even catch his breath, all the people in front of him knelt down.

They called him—Wang (King).

You are the only one in this world, you are their...king.

You are the most unique existence in this world.

Lead them to victory, my king.

*

Gu Yunzhou is a lone wolf.

Or perhaps it was just a lone wolf that had been eyeing Ji Zhaoming for a long time, starving.

How could a hungry wolf possibly control itself?

As Gu Yunzhou thought this, he carefully controlled his strength, fearing that he might accidentally hurt Ji Zhaoming.

*

Because of Ji Zhaoming, Gu Yunzhou learned the meaning of self-control.

Content Tags: System, Sweet Romance, Quick Transmigration

Search keywords: Main character: Ji Zhaoming | Supporting character: Gu Yunzhou | Others: Beloved by the group

In short: You are the king, you are the faith—you are mine.

Theme: As long as we forge ahead bravely, there will be hope and light.

Chapter 1

You are the most unique existence in this world.

What are your views on love?

This is the most popular post on the school forum recently, with all sorts of replies. As the campus heartthrob of N University, many people even tagged Ji Zhaoming, saying that this was their entire view on love.

Ji Zhaoming rarely browses the school forum. He only saw this post because his roommate shared it directly to the dormitory group, which attracted everyone in the dormitory to watch it and tag him every day.

Scrolling down his phone, Ji Zhaoming even saw several familiar IDs in the posts.

A message popped up in the dorm group chat: 【Aji, aren't you going to say something?】

Ji Zhaoming did not reply to this message.

He had never been in a relationship or liked anyone. Even though many girls confessed their feelings to him—and there were quite a few boys among them—Ji Zhaoming politely declined them all.

He didn't even know what it felt like to be moved.

Simply put, he has no opinion on love.

I neither like nor dislike it, and I don't believe in love.

How can someone like him, who has no job, no connections, and no social standing, express his opinion?

Ji Zhaoming habitually touched the red string on his wrist, smiled and shook his head. Just as he was about to reply, he heard the sound of the traffic light changing. He stopped typing and prepared to walk forward.

He lowered his arm, and the sunlight shone on his wrist.

Ji Zhaoming's wrists were slender, so thin that one hand could easily encircle them. A red string was tied around his wrist, creating a striking contrast with his fair skin.

Judging from the wear and tear on the red rope, it must have been quite a few years ago.

Ji Zhaoming couldn't actually remember how long he had worn the red string on his wrist; judging from the wear and tear, it must have been over five years. In his memory, Ji Zhaoming didn't even know where the red string came from.

I felt as if I had been wearing it for a very, very long time, like a talisman.

Later, Ji Zhaoming became too lazy to untie the red rope.

He closed his phone and was about to cross the road when a truck came hurtling towards him. His pupils constricted, and before he could react, he suddenly heard someone urgently calling his name.

Then, I was plunged into darkness, my body kept falling, the wind rushed past my ears, and if this continued, I would probably be smashed to pieces.

Ji Zhaoming tried hard to control his limbs, but it seemed as if something was blocking his head and limbs. No matter how hard he tried, his limbs remained motionless.

what happened?

Wasn't he hit by a car? Why is he sinking instead?

Finally, he fell to the bottom, but contrary to Ji Zhaoming's expectation of being smashed to pieces, he instead arrived at a light and airy place, as if he were in the clouds. The clouds were soft and seemed afraid of hurting the person who had fallen.

In the darkness, only that urgent voice remained in his ears, repeatedly calling his name.

It sounded very familiar; it seemed that if Ji Zhaoming were given just a little more time, he would be able to recall where he had heard this name before.

However, the clouds were too warm, and before Ji Zhaoming could think it over, he eventually drifted off to sleep in the darkness.

When he was able to open his eyes again, everything was bright again. The first thing he saw was a bright white ceiling. He twitched his nose and smelled the scent of disinfectant.

Hospital?

No, it doesn't look like it either.

Ji Zhaoming struggled to get out of bed, his limbs feeling weak and powerless, as if they had just been crippled.

Sunlight streamed through the glass into the pristine white room, illuminating Ji Zhaoming. He clenched his teeth, half-closed his eyes, and struggled for a long time before finally getting out of bed.

When I looked up, I saw a group of people standing in front of me.

To be precise, it was a group of robots. The metallic sheen of their parts stung Ji Zhaoming's eyes again, and he could only let out a soft breath, tilt his head back, and try to control his body to shrink away from the light.

However, before he could even move, he saw the robot in front of him retreat hastily, as if it had encountered some kind of monstrous beast.

Ji Zhaoming was stunned for a moment: "...?"

What's going on?

From the moment he fell into darkness to the robots in front of him, Ji Zhaoming still didn't understand what had happened.

Perhaps we could ask these robots? After all, robots are also human... *crawling*?

Ji Zhaoming's fingers twitched slightly, and he raised his head as if to ask a question.

Wait a minute, look up?

Ji Zhaoming belatedly realized that these robots in front of him were probably three meters or four meters tall.

Ji Zhaoming's height was neither among the top nor the bottom among boys; it was quite good for the South, at 1.78 meters. However, compared to these robots, he even had the illusion that he was weak and pitiful.

Look down at yourself again.

The white, thin shirt made his bones appear exceptionally small, and his skin was as white as a piece of fine jade.

Her short, black hair was softly spread out, and because it was a bit hot, her bangs were tied into a small bun, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features. Sunlight shone into her eyes, revealing a slight brown tint.

The red string on her wrist was still there, and beneath it was a wrist that looked exceptionally fragile.

The black straight-leg pants accentuated his slender waist and perfectly showcased the curves of his calves.

Compared to the robots before him, he seemed less like a human and more like a perfect creation painstakingly crafted by the Creator.

That's something only a deity could fabricate.

Similarly, from any angle, Ji Zhaoming looks like a useless pretty face; these robots could probably pin him to the bed with just a flick of their little finger.

The fragile and weak Ji Zhaoming looked at the enormous robot in front of him and gently bit his lower lip: "Y-you guys are hello?"

It wasn't too forceful, but the bite mark from her pearly teeth still left a mark on her lips.

The robots remained silent, simply watching Ji Zhaoming calmly.

As his strength gradually returned to his limbs, Ji Zhaoming greeted them again, but the robots remained silent. If he hadn't seen the robots retreating in unison earlier, he might have suspected that they weren't powered on.

Barefoot on the floor, Ji Zhaoming cautiously walked towards the robots, only to see them suddenly stand upright.

It looks taller.

Ji Zhaoming was just below the waist of these robots.

This made Ji Zhaoming realize even more clearly that his thighs were probably not as thick as other people's calves.

Some of the robots took a few steps back and eventually left the room, as if they were "fleeing in panic."

This made Ji Zhaoming suspicious: who exactly was the three or four-meter-tall giant?

Adhering to the principle of "I will not move unless the enemy moves," Ji Zhaoming had no choice but to remain frozen in place.

After a while, the robots that had run away earlier split into two groups and came in one after another, one group carrying a blanket and the other carrying shoes, and walked up to Ji Zhaoming.

The robot was so large that the shoes looked much smaller when held in one's hand.

Ji Zhaoming stood there, stunned, not daring to move.

The robots that had just entered knelt down in front of him, which meant that Ji Zhaoming no longer had to tilt his head back so much.