I Transmigrated to the Fallen Gods' World and Revived the Gods

[Transmigration] [Western Fantasy] [Civilization’s Revival] [No System, One Heroine] [Lighthearted Slice of Life] [Passionate, Decisive in Combat]

The ground beneath my feet is muddy and filthy.

Ahead, the clear jingling of bells from a noble’s ornate carriage is quickly drowned out by the urgent clattering of a steam-powered iron bus.

As the white smoke it leaves behind blows toward him, Carlo Andresen casts a divine spell to block it. Then he picks up his volcanic pistol and takes a deep breath of the sulfurous smell of gunpowder burning at the muzzle. It reminds him of the firecrackers set off on New Year’s Eve back home.

Tina Saint-Go, the God of Deceit, grabs her twin tails and asks brightly, “Master, thank you for bringing me back to life. Where are we going now?”

“Out of Lundin City, across the Blighted Lands, out of the Kingdom of Prand, and ever onward toward the distant East… Whether this continent is another world or the future after the destruction of civilization, as you say, I’m going home!”