Diary of a God-Man: Genesis for the End of the World

The year is XXX2, although it does not matter. God is dead, and no one killed him. Some seek to take the seat of God, while others hide within what remains of what remained long ago. For those who wish to become Gods and hold the resolve to do so, they ascended to the realm of something called 'God-men', carrying laws of their own personal worlds that will eventually grow into a new world. Meanwhile, men who cannot cling to the remains of the past, regardless of how flawed it is.

I am of God-kin myself, but everything is so repugnant, so I'll be dealing with this issue myself. I hope you'll forgive me for not serving purely as a Narrator, but we all have our own wishes.
(This story came to me one sleepless night, so I'll just be writing it as I go. Hope you're fine with it~)