My Toast Can Kill Gods, but Saving the World Is Troublesome

In this city dominated by information entropy, everyone may be accidentally infected by a virus called [Heterogeneous]. Those with talents will twist into monsters if they cannot control their power - but I am the only one with an immune constitution. As soon as he signed the death contract and was about to lie down and enjoy life, he discovered that his toast was being marked as an artifact by the system. "Dear viewers, here is the emergency news for you: A mysterious man appeared on the streets of this city holding a piece of toast to challenge a horrific natural disaster..." Just when the world thought it was coming to an end, I held my toast in my mouth and made a V-sign to the camera. "Why panic? I haven't put jam on my weapon yet."