The Godslayer's Fantastical Crossover

I listen to the footsteps of civilization, a passerby in this world.

But when the comet of Aomuchiran tears through time and space, when a throne rises amid countless zombies, when the twilight of the end is stained with the blood of the gods, put a crown upon my head.

Myth? Gods?

A bunch of nobodies dare to look down on us from on high?

A scholar from the Celestial Empire flipped through the book A Serious Matter in his hands, shook his head, and solemnly declared:

"Fake! It doesn't exist!"