Waking up with a hangover, my first love sleeping next to me, and my wife turning a blind eye to her. The protagonists of the wedding photos on the wall switch between two people. I thought I was crazy until they told me that in the year 2258, human civilization was going to die and I was the only savior. But when I killed the gods with my own hands, I discovered that the real trap was that we were about to become new gods, and the shadows of the old gods followed us everywhere.
