I woke up from a drunken night to find my first love sleeping beside me, while my wife acted as if she couldn’t see her. The couple in the wedding photo on the wall kept switching between the two of them. I thought I was going insane, until they told me that human civilization would fall in 2258, and I was its only savior. But after I slew a god with my own hands, I discovered that the real trap was this: we were about to become the new gods, while the old gods’ shadows still loomed over us.
