This is the story of how I became an outer god.

In the back alleys of the Central Empire, there appears a monster that eats people. And that’s me.

The only Paladin of the forgotten god, Nameless Chaos, and also the only Pope, Priest, and Worshipper.

I was lured by an invitation email to the beta test of the sequel to the game I’ve been playing for the past 10 years. To my surprise, all the mods I’ve installed over the years were still there. Everything from enemy enhancement mods to NPC gender swap and appearance retouching mods were intact. Even mods for changing the characters’ outfits were still in place. *Takes inspiration from Sekiro + Soulsborne series.

I just want to see the faces of those who cherish me, utterly ruined and soaked in guilt, as I die tragically right before their eyes. (The End)

In the world of comedy anime, I was living an ordinary life until I became possessed by a dark fantasy novel I was reading before falling asleep. ‘Hahaha! Don’t hold a grudge -..!’ ‘Ugh, cough cough…seriously…my clothes are ruined.’ ‘…!?’ Though I was stabbed in the stomach, I calmly stood up and pulled out the spear. Originally, residents of the comedy world are a race that can be torn into 100 pieces and still come back to life the next day. ‘Stop it! Stop now! How long do you plan to sacrifice me?’ ‘No…I mean..’ ‘I’ve become strong to protect you…what have I become?’ Residents in the comedy world are just a race that vomits blood even if they stub their toe. I never made any sacrifices..but my delusion deepens and my obsession grows. One day, while I was half-imprisoned and taking care of some pitiful kids… ‘Are you the boss?’ ‘Excuse me?’ Before I knew it, I had become the behind-the-scenes boss of a huge underworld organization.