Chapter 1: Welcome to another dimension,Shinsalja

I hate gods.

Life has always been hell.

“My story has to end.”

Where does my story even begin?

First, there’s the story with my sister…and my brother and father were there too, right?

And then there’s the gods’ plan to destroy humanity.

Complicated.

“F*cking life. Isn’t it?”

Seventeen years old.

This story happened five years ago.

My mother had died long ago, and my father never came to see my sister and me.

He just sent money, so we lived a normal life in Korea.

I went to high school, got a girlfriend, and lived a normal life.

“Everything went wrong.”

Then, disaster struck.

Zombies, like something out of a movie, appeared.

There were normal zombies running around, biting and tearing, but there were also mutated ones with superpowers.

Humanity was helpless, and society collapsed.

Humans who awakened superpowers created their own kingdoms and started their own Three Kingdoms era.

Seriously….

“But now, rest in peace.”

Time passed, and my sister and I met many people.

I had girlfriends, and we formed a group to survive.

People died in the process.

But we also gained a lot.

“Free from this pain.”

But then, a god came to kill me.

They were called Valkyries, and they annihilated our group in an instant.

Only after that painful incident did I realize that gods actually existed.

And that this disaster was a decision made by the gods.

“I love you.”

I was furious, and I sought out my brother, whom I didn’t even know existed.

And the three of us siblings stormed the heavens, where the gods resided.

Yes, just three of us waged war against the gods.

We met Zeus, Odin, Anubis, Ra, the Jade Emperor, and many others.

Oh, and there was also Grandfather Dangun and Buddha.

They all died by my hand, haha….

“…Why are you moving?”

Sounds pretty cool, right?

A human who, with just two other siblings, stormed the heavens and defeated all the evil gods.

A human who killed gods and became a god!

How romantic and mythical.

But reality is dirty.

One god split open my skull by ripping my jaw apart.

Another god took my weapon and repeatedly smashed my forehead, killing me horribly.

Yet another god even ripped out my spine.

….

Yes.

I am not a hero but a butcher.

Why did the gods want to drive humanity to extinction?

Because there were too many humans.

Resources on Earth were depleted, and humanity was destined for self-destruction.

So the gods released zombies, and when things got critical, they chose humans who used their abilities to survive as the next generation of humanity.

They wanted to leave behind stronger, superior humans and modify them at the genetic level.

“You definitely….”

And I killed them all.

I repeat.

I killed all the gods.

And with the gods gone, the afterlife disappeared.

Now, when people die, they will live forever in eternal darkness.

I am not a hero of humanity.

I don’t even know if I did the right thing.

I just rampaged like a butcher.

And…

So…

“You died?!”

The only remaining god before me.

An ideal man, about two meters tall.

And the strongest god I’ve fought so far.

He killed me, and I died for a while.

But I couldn’t end it like this.

My anger continued to burn.

I just smiled and raised my fist again.

“This is where the story ends.”

“Poor little lamb.”

The last remaining god.

Time to kill Yahweh.

****

I finished everything.

Standing now on sacred chunks of meat and a pool of holy blood.

My revenge was over, and my anger subsided.

Humans now have no afterlife.

It will be a world where humans live by their own strength.

“…And I.”

What should I do now?

I looked at myself reflected in the pool of blood.

Messy black hair and eyes.

A muscular body, 196 cm tall and weighing 145 kg.

A gentle yet handsome face.

Am I human?

Or a god?

I don’t know.

I’m so tired now.

I’ve just been running so hard until now.

This time, I walked slowly and sat down, using a hill as a chair.

The endless cliff in front of me and the collapsing sky were quite a spectacle.

“Good job.”

Heaven.

A different dimension from the current world.

But now, as a god, I could see.

Humans praying to the disappearing gods, the zombies gone.

My brother and sister, who had safely escaped.

Can’t I rest now?

“My story ends here.”

Like the last page of a comic book stamped with “-END-“.

A beautiful sight, like a movie with “-THE END-” appearing on screen.

To disappear along with the collapsing dimension.

How….

“It’s fitting for the last remaining god.”

The end of my revenge.

The moment I humbly accepted the demise of the gods.

A sudden message window popped up in my vision.

“?, What is this?”

A window with visuals you’d see in a game.

It said this:

[You have been invited from another dimension! Would you like to become a Constellation?]

Constellation?

A star?

I don’t understand what this means.

Then, as if it read my mind, the message changed.

[A Constellation is an investor who supports humans! To use your background knowledge as an analogy… something like a streamer’s sponsor!]

“Huh….”

What is it saying?

I tried to dismiss the message, but new words appeared, words that moved my heart.

[If you meet certain conditions, we will grant your wish!]

“A wish?”

I killed the gods and gained almighty power.

But even I had things I couldn’t do.

Things that required multiple gods.

And the future of humanity that I had destroyed.

“Can you create an afterlife without gods?”

[It’s an easy task.]

My heart pounded.

The war with the gods that lasted for days.

The horrific massacre that was deeply embedded in my mind.

The original sin deeply carved into my body because I let my anger take over.

This was a chance to wash it away.

“I’ll do it.”

[Will you accept the invitation?]

“Yes.”

I don’t know what it is.

But one thing is for sure.

If it’s a trap by other gods….

“Then I’ll kill them all and return on my own.”

[That’s impossible, but that won’t happen.]

“You better be right.”

Can’t they see me clearly?

Maybe this message was supposed to be sent to another god in the heavens.

But I don’t care anymore.

I have to take responsibility for what I’ve done.

Then, my body starts to glow.

It feels like I’m being transported somewhere….

[You are being granted an epithet.]

A message appeared before my eyes at that moment.

And it says to me:

[‘Atheist Human’ – Welcome!]

?

Wait.

“What is that weird title…?”

[An epithet, once given, cannot be changed.]

“It sounds like some conspiracy theorist name.”

[An epithet, once given, cannot be changed.]

“It sounds strange from the start. Reconsider it, please?”

[An epithet, once given, cannot be changed.]

“This motherf*…”

Before I could finish my curse, I was transported to another dimension.

****

I opened my eyes in bed.

A mold-free ceiling I haven’t seen in a long time.

Walls covered in pretty gray wallpaper.

And a new bed mattress that didn’t hurt my back at all.

“…Well, I guess I can do whatever I want with my title.”

I checked my body by clenching and unclenching my fists.

And the moment I looked around the house I woke up in….

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

“My house….”

It was identical to the house I lived in before the zombie outbreak, during peaceful times.

It just felt a little lonely without my sister.

“The kitchen is the same… although everything is brand new.”

Still, it’s something.

I looked around and felt a new sensation.

When I was seventeen, I was only 184 cm tall, but now I’m 196 cm.

Things looked smaller and narrower than I remembered.

And my shoulders, now twice as broad and muscular, made everything feel cramped.

“I made the right choice coming here.”

But I was satisfied.

Even though there wasn’t a single thing inside the refrigerator.

The windows and the front door wouldn’t open.

I thought about breaking them, but how could I destroy my beloved house….?

“Still… there’s no place like home! Hehe….”

Even if I’m just a blood-soaked butcher.

Being in my old house seemed to bring back my old personality.

As I was relaxing on the sofa, I heard voices coming from somewhere.

[Let’s do our best today… Welcome!]

[How much is this?]

[Ah, it’s 86,000 won!]

I jumped up at the sound of the voices.

And as I turned my gaze towards it, I saw a computer.

A monitor flashing brightly, displaying a screen even without a power cord.

I approached and looked at the screen.

“Hmm… so this is how it feels?”

I understood the system right away.

The message window that appeared before me also called it a ‘streamer sponsor.’

It felt like a simulation game where I pick someone and sponsor them to become stronger!

And on the screen was a young woman working part-time at a barbecue restaurant.

She looked to be in her early twenties.

Maybe a few years younger than me?

There was a chat function, so I played with the keyboard.

“Was it sent?”

The barbecue restaurant became noisy.

And the part-timer, the young woman, looked embarrassed and troubled.

A man asked the woman who had received the message:

[So, what’s the Constellation’s name?]

[Um… Atheist Human….]

[What is that unknown Constellation?]

This son of a b*tch?