My Gluttony System: I Devour God-Tier Talents Novel

Brett Lenhart's careless moment cost him everything. Death comes swiftly, but rebirth arrives with a goddess's bargain—her divine beauty masking sinister intentions. Now inhabiting Kyrie Shaw, he exists as the unwilling conduit of a fragmented god thrust into a dimensional realm.

The world breathes steam and brass. Warring Victorian empires clash across dimensional borders where mental fortitude determines worth. Prophets manipulate destiny within oligarchic courts. Warriors prove themselves through psionic combat in meritocratic societies. Technocrats conceal world-breaking science beneath industrial smoke. Beast-kin battle monsters born from despair in ravaged ruins.

Four Sovereignties already awakened—Gluttony, Replication, Eternal, Unbroken—yet fragments scatter across reality. A system whispers guidance through Kyrie's mind, a fragmented god calling across the void. Each fragment collected strengthens him, but fractures the dimensional barriers further. The hunger never ends. The power never satisfies. The cost escalates with every surge.

Nations surge toward war, viewing Kyrie as scapegoat and savior simultaneously. Their political maneuvering pales against the true threat stirring in dimensional cracks. The Nether Realm—entities born from humanity's collective pain, rage, and despair—hungers to drag everything into nothingness. Breaches widen. Monsters pour through. Existence hangs on oblivion's edge.

Kyrie must reclaim every fragment to survive. He must command powers threatening to erase his humanity. He must become reality's final defense against what emerges when the dimensional seals shatter.

The women drawn to his rising divinity, the steamy nights igniting genuine passion, the bonds anchoring him to mortality—these connections might preserve Brett Lenhart beneath the god he's becoming.

Each fragment brings godhood closer. Each relationship deepens his humanity. One question remains: when the final seal breaks, will Brett Lenhart endure what comes through—or only Kyrie, the Gluttonous God, persist?

I Adapt. I Consume. I Transcend.