[Non-Human Protagonist + Behind-the-Scenes Flow + Church Cultivation] The wheels of the industrial age roll over the earth, sparks of steam and gears composing a melody. The extraordinary tides rise and fall, and an ancient and powerful power is about to return with the times. "Why have people been drowning in this sea lately..." "I almost couldn't save them, but luckily I have so many tentacles." "What did you say? A sacrifice for me?" "How many times do I need to say it, I'm not Cthulhu!" Dense tentacles in the deep sea waved continuously in response to the sound, stirring up a huge wave on the surface. Those on the steamship marveled at the power of the resurrected ancient gods, kneeling on the deck and trembling slightly. Only Ivan himself knew that he was not some mysterious old god, but a jellyfish trying to survive in another world...

Mona, possessing a magical canvas, became the deity of an island tribe. He could use various drawing tools on the canvas to graffiti the world, bestowing blessings and divine punishment upon civilization. The paintbrush imbued what it painted with divinity, the palette could capture the impressions of all things, abstracting them into conceptual blocks of color. The eraser could easily erase everything, punishing civilization. On the first day, the merciful god painted a giant tree, sheltering the tribe from the wind and rain, and the people all sang praises of His majesty. On the second day, the majestic god used the eraser to wipe away the heads of the tribe's sinners, and the people all prostrated themselves in fear, learning reverence. On the third day, He attempted to try a new painting with a new color. And so, a desolate...