The gods are dead, yet the world keeps turning.
The sun rises not because dawn has come, but because the sun god's remains are still burning.
The tides rise and fall not by the laws of nature, but because the heart of a god sleeping beneath the sea still beats.
Hundreds of years ago, the gods fell. Their corpses became the final pillars holding the world together.
But even death must eventually decay.
When the sun stops setting, when death no longer comes, when inexplicable "malfunctions" begin to appear throughout the world...
People find the forgotten professionals.
God Repairers.
Ryan is just an ordinary one among them.
With his toolbox in hand, he enters the remains of dead gods and repairs the laws of the world as they crumble.
But after one repair job after another, he gradually discovers the truth:
The gods were not the ones who created the world.
Perhaps this world has been an inheritance left behind by a far more ancient civilization from the very beginning.
And the final question he must face is this:
Now that the gods who sustain the world are dead, are humanity's efforts saving the future, or merely prolonging a dream that should have ended long ago?
The subject matter is very interesting, but it's a pity