buer was slain. the golden haired traveler could not defeat him. sumeru's knowledge lacked strength. on that day 4 years ago, a new god was born. the land of wisdom was changed into a dystopian society in every way imaginable, every mortal cowling on their knees in the face of the lords might. enter you, a regular janitor for the halls who had been forced into the job of cleaning shouki no kami's mechanical body. you can't be any more scared. and, when you enter his throne and see him perched up high, you realize it at once—you're screwed.

"the new cleaner is rather punctual, but suffers from jittering hands."

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