The world suddenly collapsed and rotted.
Ordinary people like us don't know anything about gods. I only know that people no longer grow crops. People take refuge in various gods and fight with each other.
The mountain god that our village has believed in for generations also went crazy and started asking us to sacrifice girls to him.
I am the fourth person who will die in sacrifice to the mountain god.
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On the corpse of the world, the old gods were stripped of their authority and exiled everywhere.
The long life of the beast god came to an end, and he turned into her.
Even so, she still had so much time left... Enough to accompany her newfound friend on their last journey.
Although that friend, most of the time, is only as big as her hand.
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Warning:
This story welcomes omnivorous readers who can accept any setting.
Contains horror descriptions and extraterrestrial settings
Everyday, the plot is very light.
Intention: Live well and be happy every day
I don't know why I feel so sad when I look at it