After Becoming a Shinigami, the Saint Asked Me to Kill Her.

The sun plunged into the abyss, and a decayed moon hung high in the sky.
The rotting royal court wore a mask of holy light, and mountains of bones rose beneath divine authority.
Ghouls gnawed on the flesh of praying believers, while bloodborn hid among humans, hunting in plain sight.
Cultists chanted in the catacombs beneath sacred temples, and fallen gods rewrote the will of all living things.

At first, Bai Jin believed none of this madness had anything to do with her.
She was merely the Reaper’s proxy, struggling to survive in a world of lies and broken contracts.

Until the day her scythe tore open the Church’s sacred coffin—
Revealing a Bible bound in human skin and holy relics carved from spinal bones—
Only then did she realize she was already standing at the heart of the vortex known as corrupted divine power.

Years later,
With a god-slaying scythe in her hand and a throne of flesh and blood beneath her feet,
Bai Jin had become the “Goddess of Death” before whom all beings knelt.

Yet the Saint of the royal court crossed a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood,
Shattered the holy light, and stood before her once more.

“Do you remember our deal?”

“Of course. What is it you want now? A god’s divinity? Supreme authority? Or this rotten world?”

“I want you to kill me.”

“…”

Bai Jin crushed the throne in her grip, her deathly aura condensing into a long scythe pressed coldly to the saint’s throat.

“So this… was your reason for tricking me into killing a god?”