Death God to Weakest Hunter: When Gods Get Bored

Warning: This is a comedy parody novel.



I was once the embodiment of Death itself. The end of all things. A godless force that extinguished worlds, silenced stars, and reaped souls by the trillion. Across realms, my name sparked terror—and silence always followed.



But eternal annihilation got boring.



So I sealed away my essence, shattered my scythe, and reincarnated into a peaceful modern world riddled with dungeons, monsters, and awakened humans. Now I’m Aren Vale, an allegedly E-rank hunter just trying to live quietly, drink bitter coffee, and avoid vaporizing things when I sneeze.



The problem?



Dungeons collapse when I walk near them.

S-rank bosses bow their heads.

Divine relics glitch in my presence.

And worst of all… my old lieutenants are starting to wake up.



Everyone thinks I’m a hidden SSS-rank hunter or some secret weapon.

The truth?

I’m just a retired god of death trying to enjoy life before someone forces me to end it all again.