I am the last god in this world. People call us gods because they cannot fully control their own destinies, so they place their hopes in the supreme gods above. From then on, the sun, moon, and stars, the mountains, rivers, and earth, even the flowers and trees, all became incarnations of the gods. But gods are gods only because people worship them. That is how the supposed creators and rulers of all things came to be. Once people stop worshipping them, forgotten gods slowly turn into stone statues, watching over the peak of the heavens for thousands upon thousands of lifetimes, alone and eternal. Heaven is cruel, and the world lies in misery. I carried the last believers in this world through countless trials, fighting against Heaven's will, all to save the world and save the gods.
