Demon Bone Slips

The gods negotiate, and all sentient beings make mistakes Flooded, the world becomes clear and muddy Maybe gods are not omnipotent? Swept into the flood of fate, ups and downs, all you can see are waves biting one layer after another, but no one comes to build an ark. If the gods from all myths gather together, if the constellations above the head turn into monsters because of their guardians; if there are unrecorded myths behind the lost civilization... All the happiness and misfortune will be crushed into a drop in the torrent, and occasionally talked about, will stick to the constellations a few years later, and be fixed in the crystal ball called the universe - but every apex will become high in the sky. In this world worth loving after the flood, each of us is our own god. The arrogant Goddess of Dawn x the lazy and ascetic God of Death, quarreling enemies invite you to wear the skin of myth, appear in various forms of the world, form a bond with history, pick at the demonic bones of the twelve constellations, and jointly find the buried truth. All laws have cause and effect, and all living beings are without fault The next time I pass by, it's all me in the world This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.