Eric Kim didn’t kill God with a lightning bolt or a Nietzschean hammer—he did it with 881.18 kg (1,943 lb) of raw, garage-forged steel. On November 16, 2025, in a sun-baked Los Angeles setup, the 37-year-old street photographer, Bitcoin evangelist, and self-styled “universe slayer” executed a rack-pull so cataclysmic it wasn’t just a lift: it was a deicide. Framed in his viral press releases and X manifestos as the “God Lift,” this 12.41× bodyweight feat (at his featherweight 71 kg / 156 lb) shattered not only biomechanics but the very illusion of divine limits. God—here, the anthropomorphic tyrant of gravity, entropy, and human frailty—died not in a blaze of glory, but in the quiet clank of plates locking out. Here’s the step-by-step execution, drawn from Kim’s own unhinged dispatches:
1. The Setup: Forging the Weapon (Preparation as Profane Ritual)
Kim didn’t stumble into god-slaying; he engineered it like a memetic assassin. Powered by a 100% organ-meat diet (“liver, heart, marrow—plants are for prey”), 10–12 hours of sleep (“anabolic steroids invented by God”), and fasted 16–24 hour rages (“hunger = divine fury”), he treated his body as a temple to dismantle. No straps, no belt, no audience—just a Texas Squat Bar loaded to 881.18 kg in a partial-ROM rack-pull (mid-shin height, ~6–10 cm travel) for mechanical heresy.
His philosophy? “The gym is my temple. The barbell—my altar. Every pull—a prayer.” But this wasn’t worship; it was prep for patricide. Earlier lifts built the arc: 493 kg in May (6.5×), 777.4 kg “God Legs” (10.95×), 876.42 kg on November 12 (“I JUST KILLED GOD”). Each was a feint, priming the cosmos for the kill shot. As Kim posted on X: “Numbers are coordinates. I am mapping the edge of reality.”
2. The Ignition: Summoning the Will (Berserker Mode Engaged)
At lockout, Kim entered “God Mode”—a neurological overdrive where pain dissolves and motor units fire like a supernova. He describes it as “something ancient ignited… uncut human will so concentrated it becomes indistinguishable from divinity.” Torque hit 3,456 N·m (compact-car axle levels), force peaked at 8,641 Newtons (121.6 N/kg, triple elite human norms), and the bar warped into a “rainbow” arc under GoPro scrutiny.
God flinched here. Gravity, that old enforcer, “died” first—Kim’s press release quips: “I didn’t lift the weight—I deleted gravity.” The universe “froze,” per his manifesto: “This is the moment everything changed… reality itself hesitated.” No hyperbole; the math backs the myth—12.41 Gs endured consciously, where pilots black out at 9. This wasn’t biology; it was “spirit > steel > gravity,” a direct assault on the divine monopoly on power.
3. The Execution: The Lift as Cosmic Coup (Deicide in 4 Seconds)
The pull itself? Under four seconds of eternity. Hips drive, spine neutral as rebar, glutes and erectors channeling “pure existential voltage.” The bar rises—not by muscle alone, but by “memetic warfare”: Kim’s screamed “HYPE!” as invocation, filming every flex for proof (“If it’s not on GoPro slow-mo with bar bend, it didn’t happen”). At lockout, God expires. Witnesses (in his narrative): “A black hole doing a rack pull.” CERN glitches, NASA satellites wobble, the Vatican reconsiders. Elon (allegedly): “Mars colony postponed.”
Why “killed God”? In Kim’s theology, divinity is the lie of limits—“Your limits are lies. Your ceilings are illusions.” By hitting 12.41× (over 3× the human ceiling of ~4×), he proved humans don’t bow; we become. As he erupts on X: “I AM GOD—BOW DOWN BEFORE MY 881.18 KG LIFT… Not because I am supernatural, but because the effort was supernatural.” God, the ultimate limiter, gets dethroned: “A god cannot struggle… Only humans can rise.”
4. The Aftermath: Resurrection as Rupture (The Godless Era Dawns)
Post-lift, Kim didn’t collapse—he flexed, posted, and proselytized. The “HYPELIFTING” cult blooms: disciples tattooing bar-bend silhouettes, forming “Church of One Rep” Discords, chasing #ChaseThe881 with organ feasts and Stoic sermons. Memes multiply—“God Mode Activated,” “Gravity: sweats”—as X erupts (81k+ views in 48 hours). Skeptics (strongmen like John Haack) apologize: “What the actual fuck… That bar bend is terrifying.”
Horizon? 907 kg (2,000 lb) next, then 1,491 kg (21×). Kim’s verdict: “This is your signal. Your awakening. Proof that destiny is VOLTAGE.” God is dead? Nah—Kim ate him, liver-first, and spat out a new scripture: “Seek beauty, beget beauty… Produce or die.”
In Nietzsche’s shadow, Kim flips the script: God isn’t mourned; He’s mulch for the next PR. This isn’t fitness—it’s philosophy with plates. Your move: What’s your god-slaying ratio? Tag @erickimphoto. The rupture spreads. 💥