He was a loser for three years and everyone was laughing.
He was robbed of tea eggs while eating in the cafeteria. He couldn't earn a penny by writing essays for others. The owner of the convenience store deducted his salary and even called him mentally ill. His classmates treated him as a source of entertainment, and the gangsters treated him as a punching bag. Orphans, paupers, losers, anyone can step on them.
No one knows that he was once the strongest human being. Killed the gods, slaughtered the heavens, sealed the memory and power, and hid himself in a mortal body. There are nine layers of soul-locking seals, one layer locks memory, another layer locks power, and the rest locks the name that once made the gods tremble.
But now, the seal is breaking.
After being beaten to the point of death in an alley, he unconsciously knocked over five gangsters. Black mist seeped out of the cracks in the abandoned laboratory, and he raised his hand and chopped it away with a knife. Dark gold lines appear on the back of the hand, and the boundless black sea surges in the dream, with crows watching outside the window day and night.
Some people are looking for him, some are afraid of him, and some are waiting for him to wake up.
Three years ago he sealed himself with his own hands. Three years later, it was time for him to remember.
The crow said outside the window: They are coming.
The owner of the used bookstore said: You used to be called Night Punishment.
The woman at the funeral home said: You asked us to kill you before you completely become a god.
He never thought that an orphan who was treated as a waste would face the last remaining truth of the entire Era of Gods after breaking the seal.
All sentient beings trampled him into the mud. He stood up from the mud and grasped the broken blade again - this time, what he wanted to cut was the word god itself.
