A colossal beast swallowed the sun in one bite, and the world fell into its belly. The sky is made of flesh, the rain is digestive fluid, and stepping outside without an umbrella can corrode you to the bone. Mutated beasts roam everywhere, devouring anyone they see. To them, humans with a constant body temperature are walking kebabs.
Lin Zhao, a discharged soldier, awakened the divine power of faith in the apocalypse. The more followers he has, the stronger he becomes. Sounds great, right? The price is that every new follower costs him a little of his humanity. The more people who believe in him, the less human he becomes. However you look at it, it’s a losing deal.
Worse still, his older brother has gone down the path of darkness and founded a cult of the Black God. He kidnaps people for sacrifices everywhere, claiming, “We trade lives today for a chance to survive tomorrow.” Lin Zhao told him, “Your methods are a little extreme.” His brother replied, “Protection is a luxury.”
The Federation president came to him with an offer of cooperation: two hundred thousand people and an army of thirty thousand, with terms more attractive than a job listing. The only catch was that his hand was cold, his veins dark red, and his body reeked of the colossal beast’s corruption.
Su Wan, a sharp-tongued doctor, never gives him anesthesia when she sticks him with a needle. “The day you become a god, I’ll kill you with my own hands, so you won’t have to suffer.”
The colossal beast’s countdown stands at 180 days. Become a god, or remain human?
Lin Zhao: Torn tendons in my left shoulder three times, seven stitches in my right hand, corruption level at 15.5%. In this condition, let’s focus on staying alive. We can worry about the rest later.
