I Became the City God, Only to Be Forced into Marriage from the Start

I work my shift in the underworld, but my parents keep pestering me to get married.

They want me to take a wife and have two kids, but I’m only twenty.

My big brother sent me an air conditioner, cool in winter and in summer, too.

Then a Grim Reaper brought me a chance to earn merit. I took one look and saw a pair of long legs a full meter tall.

I was just about to see if they felt as good as they looked when my subordinate suddenly said, “She, she, she has an Adam’s apple.”