In the first year of the Cataclysm, the gray mist destroyed the world, and the earth became the hunting ground of Olympus, Asgard and other gods.
In despair, a golden dome fell from the sky, becoming the last refuge of mankind.
Surrounded by the gods, people were afraid, trembling, and did not dare to look directly.
But among the crowd, a young man's eyes were bright, staring at those majestic figures like a hungry wolf that had seen blood.
"Eat them!" "Eat them!"
Five hungry roars exploded in his body urgently.
The mortal enemy of the Greek gods—Typhon!
The nightmare of the Norse gods - Surtur!
…
The five demon gods woke up one after another, gnawing at his sanity.
"Hee-hee-"
The young man grinned, went straight to the gods, and started going crazy!
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Crazy criticism is here, the gods retreat!
