
by Coldwarrior 12
The gods didn't come to save us. They came to be entertained.In the year 2070, Taros is no longer a nation; it’s a slaughterhouse. Dimensions are bleeding into reality, monsters are flooding the streets, and the Gods are laughing from above. Lexi Deymour spent six years rotting at Rank D, a nobody with a smeared red lipstick and a broken bow. But when she inherits a forbidden power from a dying god, the rules of the game change. From the bottom of the pits to the absolute peak of Rank Z, Lexi will tear through dimensions, slaughter kings, and lose her soul just to gain a seat at the table of the gods.She wanted the power to save the world. She got it. Now, she’s the only one left to witness the ashes."I finally reached the top... but the view is hell."
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