I am the most humble mining slave in the empire, number 88024. Every day he digs the mineral veins of the Land of the Gods under the shadow of the whip until his fingertips touch a piece of strange metal that is as cold as bone. It slipped into me quietly and I didn't even realize it. When the noose was put around his neck in the execution ground, the dormant power in his body suddenly awakened. The ability to devour metal allows me to chew up the gallows in full view of the public. On the high platform, the cardinal screamed in horror: "That's the 'God Eater'! A forbidden artifact that was dismembered and sealed by the gods thousands of years ago!" I licked the metal scraps on my lips and smiled at the dull imperial dignitaries: "So, you call it an artifact?"
