The Gods Farmed Me, So I Ate Them

I saved the world. My reward? A disposal form and a severance check for my family. For ten years, I bled for humanity. I tore my own lifespan to shreds to stop the Demon God of Apocalypse. But when the dust settled, the Hunter Association slapped a suppression collar on my neck. That's when I learned the truth. The Constellations—the "saviors" of humanity—never wanted to protect us. They were farming us. Keeping us at the perfect level of despair so our souls would taste better. And I was their most prized, perfectly ripened crop. When the Constellation 'Savior Who Cradles the Light' descended to harvest my soul, I was supposed to die quietly. Instead, I opened my mouth and bit down. [ERROR (ERR_0944): The harvest target is consuming the harvester.] Now, I am the glitch in their system. The error log they can't erase. They wanted to farm me? Fine. Let's see how they like being eaten. Author’s Note regarding AI: This story is a product of human creativity enhanced by AI technology. As the author, I conceptualize the entire plot, direct every scene, and perform extensive manual editing to ensure my unique voice and vision are preserved. AI tools are utilized solely to assist with drafting and the translation process from Korean to English. The soul, character development, and narrative arc are 100% my original creation. Cover Art Notice: The cover was generated using AI tools to visualize the 'Glitch' theme. As a new author, I'm using this as a placeholder until I can afford a professional artist. Thanks for understanding!