I swallowed the disaster core and exchanged the memory of my mother's face for the power to burn in the miasma.
When emotions and memories are stripped away, I draw an end to the old world with absolute "nothing".
Then, a new era was established on the stone tablet. All living beings sacrifice their sorrows and joys in exchange for a glimmer of light.
I returned from the ashes of billions of emotions, deprived the entire world of the ability to feel pain, and established an eternal reign of darkness.
When gods use civilization as their laboratory, pain, order, desire, and gluttony are ignited by him himself.
If the path to becoming a god is to kill your "human" self, are you ready to attend your own funeral?
