[Western Fantasy + Steampunk + Food Show + Soul Transmigration + No System]
Myths and history are the truth the gods buried with their own hands.
Because they feared it: they feared mortals might glimpse their divine authority, or even... take their place.
And so miracles faded, legends were severed from their past, and the world slumbered in the peace they had woven.
But even gods meet their end.
The destruction of a god's body and the extinction of its faith are two deaths. The third death, the one they fear most, is not being forgotten, but being replaced.
When someone takes up all of a god's authority, name, and very existence, that is the most complete end of its divinity, and the beginning of my feast.
I am Charles von Schoenlunt, and I am Lin Lin.
The last god in the world, and also... the first god-eater.
A feast for the gods awaits its opening.
So, my lord, please partake.
Super super pretty!