A hundred years ago, the gods descended, and humanity became their playthings.
I am Sequence 001, the only one capable of killing gods.
The price is this: Every god I kill takes a piece of my memory. The more I kill, the more I forget.
A hundred and twenty-seven years have passed. I’ve killed countless gods and forgotten countless pieces of my past.
The world I protect lives in peace and prosperity. No one knows I exist.
Until that girl appeared.
Standing before an empty display case in the Museum of Memories, she pointed at the half of a jade pendant I had never taken off and asked softly:
“Have we… met somewhere before?”
But I’d forgotten her name for a hundred years.
