Please Call Me the Evil Lord

No system, no passion, no cool writing, decisive killing, single female protagonist's re-enactment skills This is a stupid, dirty, desperate time... Human beings are like humble ants. Tens of millions of years of cultural and technological heritage appear so fragile and ridiculous in front of these deformed and indescribable existences. In the depths of darkness, whispers surround the ears, incomprehensible and indescribable things appear before our eyes, and madness or death seems to be the final destination. If you want to survive, you have to be crazier than that. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.