When I woke up, the world collapsed and gods came to slaughter the world. The weird classmates who were supposed to be sleeping around in class and fighting each other were accidentally involved in the God-Slaying Battlefield. There is no chosen protagonist, no full-level plug-ins, just a group of unreliable classmates: the king of words, the brains, the master of showdown, the social nerd, the academic master... Others rely on strength to kill gods, but we all rely on weird operations to kill gods. Noisy, cheating teammates and flying to the rescue; stumbling, useless and young people breaking through the sky together. Who would have thought that these guys who couldn't even finish their homework would eventually step on Ragnarok and become the last light of the world.
I really didn't expect that the teammates who saved the world would be my weird classmates who cheated on each other every day.
