They charged toward the altar like mad, seeing it as their last salvation.
Only I turned away and headed for the forgotten warehouse.
I never wanted to save the world. I only wanted to live in peace.
But among a pile of relics dismissed as worthless scraps, I deciphered a shocking truth:
Every new god is a vessel for an old god's resurrection.
Thirty-seven apotheoses, thirty-seven sacrifices, without a single exception.
I bound fragments of a divine nature and gained a calamity-warning ability and a scale that weighed costs.
Watching all of humanity rush headlong into the ruse of godhood, I could only sneer and look on.
Since they wouldn't listen, I might as well play along with this grand sacrificial spectacle to the very end.
The subject matter is good, and the protagonist has a brain.
The protagonist's IQ is online and he is not a brainless person.
Well written, I must support it and give it a five-star rating
The protagonist is now awake in the world.