So I Reincarnated as a Dying Sun God, Now What

On her second day in this other world, Cecia discovered that she probably didn't have long to live. The sun in the sky had already fallen. The curse of the Abyss had crawled into her soul. And in her class slot, there was a name that didn't look like a class no matter how one looked at it— [Sun] To survive, Cecia had no choice but to earn money, study magic, forge iron, hunt monsters, and find a way to figure out what on earth she had actually inherited. She had never had any interest in pursuing the truth of the world. Nor did she want to become a legend. She only wanted to free herself from Abyss Erosion and live a quiet, peaceful life. Yet as the fires of the sun rekindled, more and more bizarre things came seeking her out. The fallen Blazing Sun. The whispers of the Abyss. Vanished true names. And a newborn deity awakening from the shadow of the sun, who called her "Mama" the moment it opened its mouth. Cecia: "..." She suddenly felt that surviving ninety-three days might just be the easiest of all her troubles. When the sun burns anew, Cecia's story has only just begun. [What does it feel like to become the sun? Probably cold. When you become the hottest thing in the world, naturally, everything around you is cold.] Praise the Sun!