After I died, I set three rules for myself:
One: Eat only the most wicked and depraved entities.
Two: Devour only humans who have committed unforgivable evils.
Three: I'd rather starve to death than touch an innocent person.
On the first day after I transmigrated to a world of the uncanny, my neighbor tore out my heart.
My talent, [Defective Core: Seed of Famine], activated. It told me I had to devour "rules" to survive.
So, in the Blood-red Apartment, I ate the first entity and used its "Greed" rule to reshape a heart.
Later, I joined a human survivor group called "Kindling," posing as a cold but reliable teammate.
They didn't know that the evil spirits who suddenly vanished during each mission had become my late-night snacks.
Then the "Oracle" organization's butcher's knife fell, and my secret was exposed in a sea of blood.
Team leader Lin Yan pointed his red-tasseled spear at my throat. "What are you, exactly?"
I wiped away the scraps of rules belonging to an Oracle priest from the corner of my mouth and shed my disguise for the first time.
"I am the judge, and I am hunger itself."
Later, I sat upon the Pale Throne.
Beneath me was a divine seat built from countless devoured evil rules. Before me, all living beings knelt.
They called me the "God of Gluttony," the "Tyrant of Rules," and the "Final Judgment of the Apocalypse."
I only lowered my head and looked at the core beating eternally in my chest, reshaped from countless rules born of sin.
Then, to the billions of trembling beings watching the livestream, I calmly recited the sole law of the new era:
"From now on, you may fear the uncanny, resist the rules, and even challenge the gods."
"But if anyone inflicts malice upon the innocent..."
"I'll come eat you for dinner myself."
