I’m insane, so I can slay gods.
His SANity hits zero; his right eye is replaced by a god’s pupil, while his left holds only a tiny flame of humanity. She sleeps without waking, her hair frosted white, her heartbeat in sync with his: if one dies, the other follows. A veteran’s left eye is ruined, but he rewrites reality with his trash talk. The harsher his insults, the more blood he coughs up. A ghostly AI guides them as they hack through gods, break out of dead ends, and topple the “Dream-Making System”…
They’ve just stabbed through the brain of the last “god” when millions of sleepers scream awake and the world begins to crumble. Carrying the unconscious girl, they race through a maze of flesh and blood.
“The gods are dead. Who’s going to run this godforsaken world?” “We are.”
A madman × Sleeping Beauty × trash-talking veteran × ghostly AI: the apocalypse’s most powerful god-slaying squad!
Her moonlight can soothe ancient gods, but the price is her own dissolution.
Old K’s trash talk will one day shake the divine realm.
Wisp’s whispers… are they salvation, or another cycle?
