Those sealed gods who were indifferent to everything finally decided to pray from the bodies of tiny humans.
As a result, people with superpowers blessed by "gods" have a one-in-a-million chance of being born.
But they have never been able to be blessed by the world.
It is set in a similar modern background, with a slightly weird world view of Cthulhu. It is strong and slow-burning, and the author is a novice.
For humans, it is an infectious disease, and for themselves, it is a superpower.
Monsters don't need human rights.
Children are easier to control.
Wouldn't it be nice to be able to abuse a higher being than ourselves?
Qiu Mu is the child who slipped through the net.
He is a perfect vessel, almost incapable of going crazy with contamination.
All daily life has become nothing more than walking a tightrope. There is an abyss beneath me, and there is only an unprotected thread to keep me from falling. I am not groping my way to the flat ground at the end, but trying my best to adapt to the tightrope and get used to it until I can sleep peacefully on the tightrope.
Without protective clothing, ordinary people may die if they get even slightly closer to the range of their rampage. If they get very close, they will die miserably.
Intention: Use a flashlight to illuminate more of the world.