I’m a Lunatic, and You’re Calling Me a God?

I killed myself, but it seems I didn’t quite die.

Looking at the believers who had enshrined me on an altar,

I thought in shock, “Psychiatric hospitals these days are so advanced. They even treat their patients with role-playing.”

“Oh, God! We need your guidance.”

“Can you let your beautiful believer come talk to me late at night?”

“No.”

“Oh. Then turn your son into a horse for me to ride!”

“That I can do.”

The religious rituals and deities in this story are adapted from folk tales. Don’t take them seriously; this is for entertainment only.