I transmigrated into a filthy, muddy ditch. Every day, I raise the giant octopus Cthulhu and tease the mutated little crayfish, Lord of the Claws. I can even take the opportunity to flirt with a girl while those guys are disposing of bodies.
Life is pretty easy and pleasant, but there's always someone looking for trouble, pushing this city toward the abyss.
Looking at this Tokyo, where evil gods lurk, transmigrators arrive, monsters run rampant, and witches roam free, I was so furious I started trembling. In the sweltering heat, cold sweat drenched me from head to toe, and my hands and feet went icy.
Can this world ever get its act together? How are we supposed to survive in Tokyo before you bastards are satisfied? Tears streamed down my face despite myself. Tokyo is oppressed from every side in this world. When will Tokyo finally be able to stand tall...
What? I'm the Lord of the Unspeakable, the rightful transmigrator, the source of evil chaos, and the witches' keeper? In that case, never mind.
