Clang! Clang! Clang!0

Confused about his whereabouts, Kang Woo looked up at the mysterious, hammering giant before him. How strange. His gray hair scattered, covering the ground like a snowfield. His body was covered in moss like an ancient rock. Just how long had this giant been at it?0

With a trembling voice, Kang Woo asked, “Who… are you?”0

Oddly enough, the fire roaring in the furnace and the clanging of a hammer seemed to have cleared Kang Woo’s half-insane mind. 0

Clang clang!0

Without ceasing his activity, the giant spoke. 0

-I am your god. I’ve been granting fire to humans since ancient times. 0

Could this be an illusion before his death? But there was a particular word that he could not overlook.0

“...My god?”0

-Indeed. All craftsmen are my followers, and their hammer is akin to a prayer, whereas their craft is a tribute. You’re the best among all of them, worthy of being my apostle. 0

Kang Woo was an atheist by circumstance. If god truly existed, how could they allow humans to endure such hardship and torment? As such, this must be a...0