He inherited the treasury of the oldest king, only to be told, “E-rank potential. We recommend assigning you to logistics.”
While his teammates fought for their lives on the front lines, all he could do was project mostly useless things from the rear.
Until one day, he heard a voice say:
“Your treasury holds the crystallization of every dream humanity has ever had. And you haven’t even figured out who you’re fighting for.”
The Greed of the Seven Deadly Sins consumed him, Pride scorned him, and the final boss declared that his bonds were nothing but a fragile joke.
Then they saw the ship of light, Vimana, tear across the night sky.
Then they heard the boy everyone had called a “deadweight” stand at the bow and reach out to those below:
“My treasures, come aboard.”
I don't understand. Is this God-killing?
Very well written and beautiful