My name is Shen Ye, and I am a butcher.
Three years ago, God came to the imperial capital and killed 100,000 people with one slap. That palm grazed my butcher shop, steaming my parents and half the street into gas.
God said: Mortals, live on your knees.
I knelt for three years. Killing pigs during the day and sharpening knives at night. What was sharpened was not the butcher's knife - it was the rusty broken knife picked up from the ruins and engraved with the word "Slaying God".
Tonight, the moon is full. The knife lit up.
The first time I cut the statue in the City God's Temple. The second sword, I want to kill the real god.
They say mortals cannot kill gods.
I said: God is also made of flesh.
