My Grim Reaper Class: I can kill anything.

In the world of Nathara, the gods decide everything.

Your worth.

Your magic.

Your future.

Everything is sealed the moment a deity extends their hand and marks you with the Divine Seal, the only key that unlocks a person's connection to mana, the elements, summoning, any form of power this world has to offer. Without it, you are nothing.

Less than nothing.

You're the kind of person guilds reject at the door without even making eye contact.

Nathan Voss is exactly that kind of person.

Twenty-two years old, completely destitute after the business he worked for sank into debt, and currently standing in the town square of the border city of Greywall trying to figure out how he's going to eat this week.

His plan—join a guild, earn money, survive—lasted exactly as long as it took the receptionist to glance at his empty wrist and slam the door in his face.

Then a suspiciously hooded man in an alley offers him a Seal.

Nathan's first instinct is to say no.

His second instinct wins.

Class SSS.

Level: Extinction.

Grim Reaper.

The gods will regret not blessing him first.