I'm Not the God of War

He was the end of all dark world myths - the "Emperor". Overnight, he retired to live alone, willing to be a poor boy in the city who couldn't afford three meals a day. Until the beautiful goddess held in the palm of thousands of fans pointed at his nose and scolded: "You are a piece of trash, you are not even worthy of carrying my shoes!" Until his bedridden grandmother was thrown out of the rental house. At that moment, he opened the dusty ring. "I'm not the God of War." "I just... Want her to live." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.