Kenji_Tezuka

// A System Built to Fight the Gods! //

Mankind has existed for hundreds of thousands of years and the time has finally come for them to be judged by the Heavens. After being sentenced to complete annihilation, the planet is to be wiped clean for a new species to take its place. Even while Heaven's might rains down upon the Earth, not all hope is lost.

The Queen of the Underworld has sent chosen souls of the damned, dubbed Slayers, from the Underworld to mount humanity's final defense! Reincarnated souls from Hell that are equipped with the all powerful God Core System that allows them to consume the powers of a God to enhance their own to unimaginable lengths.

Gear up because it's literal Hell on Earth.

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Also, there is more of a stat involved part of the system that has been introduced in the later chapters(63). Experience isn't visibly tracked until this point - up until then it is still gathered and slayers do grow slightly stronger from fights, but there's no way of knowing how much has been gained until the chapter it's introduced.]

God Slayer: The Tale of Humanity's Last Stand

*Some time ago - when Iris became a contracted slayer*

Iris sat alone on the edge of her bed, holding a brand new contracted slayer cloak in her hands. She looked at it with a bit of apprehensiveness as she clenched it tightly in her hands and chucked it against the wall.

"What am I even thinking right now?!" She shouted.

She grabbed the mattress and flung it off the bed frame and began pummeling the frame itself until it completely caved in on itself. Nothing was safe from her fury as she then grabbed a small lamp next to her bed and slammed it into the full size mirror that hung on the wall.

She looked into the broken mirror and saw a fractured reflection of herself. As she stared at herself her anger seemed to quell itself.

"Who...am I right now?" She said softly.

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