An S-rank world of terror descends. Powerful beings claim to be gods, and terrifying monsters are hailed as their divine messengers.
Humanity is reduced to the bottom of society. People spend their entire lives serving the gods and their monsters. They are both laborers and food.
No one dares rebel, because the gods watch their every move, like livestock kept in a pen.
People are sent to the slaughterhouse for no reason other than that the gods feel like swinging the blade.
Qin Hei looks down on the terrifying world he created. Gazing at the lofty “god,” he pokes it with a finger, flattening the relatively strong, swaggering bug.
“Disgusting. Next time, I have to remember not to use my hand so casually. It's all because that thing was too fat.”
