I became the God of Fear in a world of terror, with monsters dragging their own entrails as my followers. System notification: Divinity completeness 1%. Collect fear immediately.
As I watched two followers tear into each other, my divine flame suddenly
surged.
It turned out that devouring the fear of my followers could restore my divinity.
To survive, I began carefully crafting horror scenarios.
Then the blood moon rose, and the global livestream of the Horror Theater began.
All the “gods” were forced to take part in the Night of Divine Birth battle royale.
The Predator's electronic voice announced:
“The last one left alive will become the one true god.”
I smiled at the camera and displayed the remains of my followers:
“Thanks to the actors for their outstanding performances.”
The System suddenly displayed a red warning:
“Warning! Ancient god resurrection fluctuation detected, ”
“Among the fear you devoured, his will remains.”
