Nt/A: Hello, everyone, my name is John, and I am the author of this webnovel. My Discord is wostlove, where you can contact me. This is more than just a xianxia story; it is the result of philosophical reflections. I hope you enjoy it! :p
Jonh is a 20-year-old young adult. When the turbines of the airplane carrying 300 people crash near his home, he, who was sleeping, gets out of bed sweating profusely upon hearing the piercing creaks of metal cutting through everything. A few minutes later, he wakes up in another realm, in a room filled with 300 people who were looking up at the sky. An external voice filled the entire room; all attention was on it. With an anxious look, his appearance was that of an 18-year-old young man wearing a suit with messy straight hair. His skin was slightly tanned, and his eyes resembled those of Brazilian indigenous people. Returning to the scene in the room, there were three hundred people gathered in front of the pulpit; Jonh knew that these were the characters inside the airplane who had killed the previous Jonh and that the voice belonged to those cliché gods from isekai stories.
— I have a question — Jonh raised his hand, and the god responded.
— How many gods exist in this world?
The god of war looked at the average boy with black eyes, tanned skin, and straight hair and was perplexed by what he saw. Even swearing he could see through the boy, the god of war felt uneasy; his gaze shifted from suspicion to interest and then to disinterest.
— Forget it; it must be my mind — thought the god of war as he answered the young Jonh.
— Kid, in the world where I am sending all of you, there are 20,000 gods and goddesses. Was that your question?
Jonh nodded and continued:
— How strong are you among these gods?
The god of war replied, not wanting to continue answering this troublesome transmigrator:
— I am the 50th strongest in the ranking.
— I understand perfectly — said Jonh, evaluating the powerful god before him with an anticipatory gaze. — After finishing your questions, you will leave; each of you will gain abilities or blessings from the God who chooses you — said the god of war.
Everyone was excited, both women and men; although some were confused, others were crying and suffering for having died and left behind belongings and family.
Jonh was just beginning.
— First, you need to touch this crystal, which will determine your blessing. The first will be this blonde girl.
The men who knew the woman began to encourage her:
Luna was a model and digital influencer; men knew her as a seller on OnlyFans.
— Go, Luna!
— She's so beautiful; I doubt it will be a bad blessing!
Luna touched the crystal ball, and it shone greenly.