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The universe is a ruthless meat grinder run by arrogant gods. Omni is about to break the handle. When the supreme deities of Light and Darkness clash, they don't just leave ruins behind—they wipe entire realities off the map, melting millions into screaming, formless biological paste just to clear the board. Sector 9 was one of those casualties. Omni survived the visceral, agonizing slaughter of his home, but he didn't escape empty-handed. Dropped into a rotting cosmic scrapyard where the alien rain burns flesh to the bone, he is armed with a deadpan stare, a fiercely protective system whispering in his mind, and a dangerous, dormant power fueled by pure, unadulterated chaos. To charge it, Omni needs human friction. Fortunately, he’s found the perfect catalysts. His party isn't a roster of legendary heroes. It’s a terrified coward who is accidentally indestructible, a girl cursed with a parasitic furnace of blinding rage, a broken empath bleeding out from past betrayals, a scholar bullied by a hallucinatory teacher in his own brain, and an exhausted, dust-covered goddess of reincarnation who just wants a nap. Together, they aren't trying to fulfill a grand prophecy or save a dying cosmos. They’re just trying to boil some alien spices, keep their houseplants alive, and carve out a cozy, chaotic sanctuary in the middle of a terrifying universe designed to crush them. But the cosmos is a ticking time bomb. The heavens and hells are locked in a petty, apocalyptic rivalry, and the collateral damage of their tantrums threatens to erase Omni's fragile sanctuary at any moment. Bound by a dangerous vow to a cosmic entity named Aethelgard, Omni has been tasked with an insane suicide mission: fix the broken universal ledger and force the bloodthirsty pantheons into a permanent equilibrium. He doesn't want to be a savior, but if dragging the arrogant deities by their throats and forcing them to play nice is the only way to protect his front porch, Omni is fully prepared to get his hands dirty.