Flesh of Gods [LitRPG, Comedy, Space Whales]

Nathan wakes mid-apocalypse—still clutching his tequila-filled vuvuzela—as an alien corporation plucks him from Earth’s annihilation seconds before impact. Their offer: a two-century indentured servitude contract, payable in blood. His signing bonus? A chattering god-fragment grafted to his spine that won’t stop demanding he punch things, eat monsters, and quote dead philosophers mid-combat. Armed with a party horn and zero survival instincts, Nathan bonds with a larval space whale and ingests questionable alien biomass while his exasperated crew begs him to stop. The system rewards slaughter; he’d rather dissect it. In a universe built on extraction, curiosity might be his deadliest trait—or the only thing that can unravel the rules. The real battle isn’t leveling up. It’s staying human while the god in his spine hungers for war.