Kiruverse Stories

After complications while on a mission, a nameless assistant awakens to an unjust life in an unjust world, ruled by corporate machines and hedonistic nihilism. Compared to his world, this one might as well be heaven. His comrades won't be long until they punch their way to this world and retrieve him, but in the meantime, he might as well prepare it for eventual research and possible annexation. No attachments. No feelings. Nothing to lose. Everything to gain. An unfeeling ghost, wide awake in the City of Dreams.

You might be wondering how was it that a certain crack-addled, bloodthirsty, eldritch, smiling lunatic established himself as a household name in the god-slaying business. Like all household names, you have to build your street cred from the bottom up. Sure, he was already widely feared, but nobody was aware of the new kind of deicidal service he provided. So, like any budding business, (Y/N) (L/N) set out into the cosmos to make himself known as a contract god killer, and maybe have a nice, fun adventure along the way. The place they called "Teyvat" had a lot of gods running about. Perfect hunting grounds to start his business. Now, if only he could convince the locals to hire him to kill their gods and not come out of it as Public Enemy #1. Oh, well. Not like said gods were anything special anyway. He'd figure something out.