He wasn’t some chosen hero.
Not the golden boy in prophecy.
He was just Kieran Marcoth—a boy born on the wrong side of fate,
A mistake, a misfit.

Not blessed by heaven.
Too stubborn for hell.
And now…
Thrown onto a battlefield meant for gods.

The world had already been broken long before he came into it.

People sinned, as they always do—
And one day, the sky finally answered.

The day God turned away,
Everything fell.

Cities burned.
Families vanished.
The silence afterward was louder than any explosion.

But even in wrath, the Divine left something behind.
A final olive branch—if you could call it that.
A way to survive what came crawling out of the darkness.

Talents.
Powers.
Strange, unique abilities passed down like gifts from a god who no longer cared.

And on the day Kieran stood in line—quiet, hopeful, a little scared—
Waiting to receive his talent,
He dared to believe his life might finally start to make sense.

Instead…
He awakened something different.

A hidden SSS-ranked talent.
The kind with a condition attached.
A catch.

And just like that, everything went wrong.

Laughter.
Whispers.
Stares like knives.

He became a joke.
A disappointment.
Even the instructors didn’t bother to hide their sneers.

Then the bullying started.
The beating.
The betrayal.

And one day, it nearly killed him.

He lay there, bleeding.
Angry.
Humiliated.
A part of him still hoping this was some twisted mistake.

But it wasn’t.

And then—
A sound.

> [Ding! Conditions have been met]
[Host has been successfully selected as a God Candidate]
[Defeat the other candidates! Become the next God of this ruined world]



Kieran stared at the message blinking in front of him.

He didn’t smile.
Didn’t cry.
Didn’t feel triumphant.

He just felt tired.

And then, something in him shifted.

One thought, sharp and cold, rose to the surface:

“I’m going to fucking kill those bastards.”

Not for power.
Not for glory.
But because he was done being the punchline.

That’s how his journey began.

Not as a hero.
Not yet a monster.
Just a boy who had lost too much—
And found something worth fighting for in the wreckage.

The question now is:
Will the world break him again?

Or will he become the god who remakes it?

{New skill acquired from summon: Sixth Sense}


{Would the host like to apply the 10X Rebate?}


'Right... I leveled up to Level 2, so I can use the 10X reward again!' Kieran realized, a flicker of surprise crossing his thoughts as the system notification appeared.


'No real need to use it right now—Alexa's already doing a good job handling things. But still... a skill like that could be useful later on.' With that, he accepted the system's offer.


{Sixth Sense >>> Upgraded to: Ultra Sense}


{Skill Description: Passive Skill. The host gains heightened perception—able to sense emotional fluctuations, imminent danger, and hidden intent. With Ultra Sense, fortune favors the aware.}


The system, as always, didn't fail to leave behind a cryptic message. But by now, Kieran had grown used to it. Understanding the context wasn't too difficult anymore.


With senses like this, he could avoid danger before it struck.


He could gauge the odds of winning a fight—


Chapter 60 - Ultra sense