Eleição dos Deuses

A clear and gentle female voice sounded.

“Hello, is this the place for the selec—” Select the contestants?

Hector, the attendant at the temple, paused for a moment.

Tilting his head slightly, he quietly looked at her and said, “Yes, this is the place for… selecting gods.”

“That’s great.” Zhiwei, relieved to receive confirmation, hurried over a couple of steps and stood beside Hector, exhaling in relief.

She smiled sheepishly, “This place is so big, I got lost.”

She had already been wandering inside the TV station building for twenty minutes, with no phone signal and unable to send messages on WeChat.

But now it was fine! She had finally found the studio where the talent show she was participating in was being held!

Hector was silent for a moment, somewhat puzzled.

In his eyes, this place was naturally grand, solemn, and vast—because it was a temple.

It was the resting place of a deity who had fallen over three thousand years ago. For these past three millennia, it had preserved the shattered divine essence and continuously held a god-selection competition every ten years.

Welcoming the newly chosen god to ascend and awaiting the passing of the old gods.

Zhiwei could not see this place as a temple.

She thought it was a studio.

She was quite reasonable—she had entered the TV station building, so naturally, if she got lost, it was inside the TV station building. She had found the talent show’s location inside the building; if it wasn’t a studio, what else could it be?

Zhiwei looked up