[Western Fantasy + Steampunk + Food Column + Soul Travel + No System]
Myths and history are the truth buried by the hands of the gods.
Just because they are afraid - afraid that mortals will glimpse the divine power, or even... Replace it.
So the miracles disappeared, the legends disappeared, and the world fell asleep in the peace they weaved.
But God also has an end.
The divine body disintegrates and the faith is annihilated. These are two deaths. And the third death that scares them the most is not being forgotten, but being replaced.
When His authority, His name, and His presence are fully accepted by a person, it is the ultimate end of his divinity—and the beginning of my feast.
My name is Charles von Schenlundt, and I am Lin Lin.
He is the last god in the world and also... The first god-eater.
A feast belonging to the gods is waiting to begin.
——Please treat me well.
Super super pretty!