Transmigrated as the prophesied Evil God, Anke wanted no trouble, so she simply hid in the sea, spending her days slacking off and making things. But her followers kept bringing strange women to her every few days. Out of kindness, Anke treated them well and invited them to try out her inventions, but there seemed to be something seriously wrong with their brains.
Holy Light Knight: "Even if you humiliate me with that vibrating device, I won't give in!"
Church Saintess: "Evil God, even if you use illusions to brainwash me, I won't, ohhh!"
Imperial Princess: "Guh, what terrifying torture devices! I'm going to become the Evil God's plaything!"
Thanks to their wild stories, the name "Anke, Great Lord of Slaanesh" grew ever more famous, and countless people surrendered at the mere mention of her. Even the empress of the empire bowed her head of her own accord.
"If you spare my daughter, you can do whatever you want to me!"
What is with that eager tone? Anke was at a loss. She had only invented perfectly respectable devices like magical massage chairs, magical VR headsets, and magical roller coasters. How had she become the Great Lord of Slaanesh?
Some time later...
"Evil God, we've brought you the goddess, too!"
"¿"
I'm here to promote magical technology, not spread Slaanesh! Get this goddess off me!
