The Trap Creator Who Fell in Love Decides to Stop Resisting

This is a strange and dark age.

You can see golden fried chicken wings swimming through the thick fog like a school of fish...

You can see headless office workers pulling all-nighters in office buildings...

You can see police officers transformed into black cats by mysterious forces, keeping the peace and maintaining public order in the shadows of the city...

You can see foreign gods imprisoned in eerie chambers beneath the sewers, stripped of their former majesty...

You can see meteor showers falling toward the earth and turning into red eggs, only to vanish without a trace...

"But what does any of that have to do with an utterly ordinary married (cross-dressing) mage like me?"

(PS: My completed 2.65-million-word novel, Even Cross-Dressing Vampires Can Live with Ease in Another World, had two updates every day before it went premium and five every day afterward. Apart from unavoidable circumstances (like the website's servers being turned into potatoes by a young lady), I've never missed an update. My track record is guaranteed, so please enjoy without worry _(:зゝ∠)_)

(PPS: Safe, no angst. Mango is still a mango and hasn't been chopped into mango cubes by angry readers. Old friends and new, please rest assured about Mango. Mango really hates angst _(:зゝ∠)_)

(PPPS: Uh... I don't have anything else to PS, so I'll add one more line...)