I Bury the Gods Just to Make Ends Meet

Kane, a miner slave in the Northern Wasteland, lived for twenty years, spending his days either grabbing moldy black bread or hiding from the overseer's leather boots. His life was as cheap as gravel on the ground. Until the mine collapsed and he fell into an underground cave full of divine corpses. The moment his fingertips touched the hot corpses, a tattered "Illustrated Book of the Burial of Gods" crashed into his mind. This catalog is both a trap and a debt: he can absorb the residual power of the gods, and if he dares to take the sky-burning fire and mountain-shattering power, it will all be his; but every time he collects the residual soul of a god, a piece of his soul will be eaten away by divine will, and the more he uses it, the less human he becomes. The complimentary complaint system is always off the mark. I often criticize him for being poor, occasionally gives him false information, and even freezes at critical moments in fights. Kane didn't care, it was worth it to exchange his life for a happy life. He broke out from the mining area with the catalog in his pocket, beat up nobles, broke into the Holy See, and fought against demigods, gradually uncovering the shocking scam in the world of Eros: the god worshiped by all people is actually the jailor who sealed the world-destroying monster "Lord of Nothingness". Now that the seal is about to collapse, the broken catalog in his hand is the only key to saving the world. But he never wanted to be a savior. He just wanted to live happily and deal with anyone who stood in his way. As for whether he will become a monster in the future? Live until that day comes.