Mervin transmigrated into the body of a battlefield corpse collector and awakened the most humble golden finger imaginable: by touching a corpse, he could inherit the dead person’s abilities and memories, but only after fulfilling their dying wish.
All he wanted was to survive. But after completing his twelfth dying wish, he discovered a horrifying truth:
The “talents” of this world are poison. The more powerful someone is, the more thoroughly their soul is harvested after death. The “gods” are prisoners, locked beneath the ground by the Church and drained of their divine power. “Civilization” is a farm, and the Holy War held every hundred years exists only to cultivate the finest crops of souls.
And when Mervin laid to rest a saintess who had been poisoned, he saw the record of a deal between the pope and the “Observer.” At last, he understood the meaning of the “Hall of Rebirth” deep within his soul:
“You are not the first mortician.”
Now he must choose: keep living among the memories of the dead and watch the world end, or raise the swords he inherited from countless departed souls and fight the mysterious being that can even imprison the gods?
“They gave me power, memories, and eyes that could see the truth.”
“Now it’s my turn to answer for them.”
