Ember of the Gods

Doctor, I keep feeling like someone is chasing me... Who do you think are after you? My mother, waiters, passers-by... Everyone, they will turn into man-eating monsters after seven o'clock every night! Hmm, what next? … Half an hour later, the doctor put down his pen and pushed up his glasses: Are you saying that you have encountered strange and unexplainable events recently? Yes. The old gods are decaying, and the new gods are running for election. You must enter a dungeon every seven days and risk your life. If you win... Can you become a god? Right. The air was quiet for a second. The doctor sighed: Your illness is not serious! I'm not sick. The doctor raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: How can you prove that you are not sick—— "Bang!!!" The window of the psychological consultation room was cracked like a spider web due to a bullet that entered from the outside. The doctor's head had exploded everywhere. "—Just like this." He wiped the blood off his face and turned to look out the window—— There, strange things gathered like a tide. My name is Ember, and this is a story about picking up a butcher's knife and becoming a god instantly!