RE: God of Flesh

What happens when you eat the flesh of a dead god?

Indigestion.

In a world where war isn’t war—

It’s sport. Entertainment. Showbiz.

Gods are reborn as mortals, trained from childhood to invade, conquer, and perform.

Their battles are livestreamed across star systems.

Victories bring followers, fame, and lucrative sponsorships—from bloodline clans, ruling sects, and galaxy-spanning corporations.

A world where people rise, bleed, and fight for a shot at power in other worlds—

If they survive long enough to matter.

Vael remembers who he was.

The shattered realms. The screaming stars.

The dying world where he outlived everyone, eating the flesh of a dead god just to stay alive while divine armies purged the skies.

“What he doesn’t remember… is how he managed to regress back to eighteen, just weeks from his first game.”

Not as a conqueror.

Not as a corpse.

But as one of those smug, sparkle-coated gods.

Only this time, he’s not chasing redemption, justice, or revenge.

He just wants to have a good time.

Even if that means conquering empires, butchering tyrants, and lobotomizing a few gods along the way.