My girlfriend thought I was poor and ran away with a rich second generation; my parents were seriously ill, they emptied the family fortune and owed millions in debt. When I was desperate, a will from my third uncle from far away allowed me to inherit the "Palace of the Past" funeral parlor on the outskirts of the city that was worth tens of millions but was on the verge of bankruptcy.
I wanted to sell it to pay off the debt, but accidentally activated the god-level funeral system.
"Ding! The body of the 'Fallen God of Thunder' has been detected, please host to complete the 'Funeral of God'!"
"Ding! The funeral is 100% complete. Congratulations to the host for receiving the reward: fragments of the godhead, the artifact 'Thunder's Hammer', and the power to control thunder and lightning!"
From then on, my clients were no longer ordinary people.
The fallen Seraph, the demon king who died in battle, the sitting ancient Buddha, and even the old ruler from Cthulhu...
While other geniuses are still fighting for life and death for a few resources, I am already driving a funeral car and collecting corpses for the gods all over the world.
When the alien evil gods tried to invade the earth, I held the rebirth monument in my left hand and Mjolnir in my right hand. Behind me stood an army of gods "resurrected" by my own hands.
"Get in line, come one by one! Want to invade? Sign up with me first, and I will personally organize your funeral!"
