The Divine Kingdom did not fall. It was made to fall. And I am the only one who knows the truth.
The Divine Kingdom, which once ruled over all worlds, collapsed in a single night. The laws shattered, and stars rained down from the sky. In this disaster that engulfed the heavens, I, a miner and one of the lowest-ranking "sinborn" in the Divine Kingdom, was hailed by every survivor as the last "godchild" of prophecy.
They sensed the pure power of the Supreme God within me and begged me to kindle the divine flame and restore their former glory.
How absurd.
They don't know that the cataclysm that slew the gods began with a wisp of faint light that slipped through my fingers. They don't know that what surges through me is no power of salvation, but the power of the end, the force that will bring the entire Divine Kingdom down with it.
Now, the remnants of the old gods kneel before me, hoping I will lead their revival, while the "godslayers" who destroyed the Divine Kingdom regard me as their greatest masterpiece and await the final reckoning.
I smiled and accepted everyone's worship, then silently crossed the first name off my revenge list.
The show is only just beginning.
