I Sat Bolt Upright on My Deathbed: The Evil God Was Me All Along

[Supernatural] [Urban] [Games] [System] [Power Fantasy] [Working Stiff] [Infinite Flow] [Upright Values] [Satire of Reality] [Promoting Positive Energy] This is a story about an ordinary person taking on capital: A virtual city, eerie instances, death games, and wealth as the measure of everything. While other organizations amass fortunes by cultivating expendable working stiffs through "cutting costs and boosting efficiency," the company run by an evil god attracts legions of believers through "seduction." People say, "A scholar may be killed, but never humiliated." But... Believer A: "He may be an evil god, but he follows an eight-hour workday!" Believer B: "He may be an evil god, but he gives us weekends off and pays overtime!" Believer C: "He may be an evil god, but he provides social insurance, housing funds, and all kinds of allowances and benefits!" The crowd kneels: "Father Evil God, please humiliate me mercilessly with money! Take my resume! Let me work for you too!" Assistant: "How on earth did you become an evil god?" Evil God: "I'm so righteous I'm downright wicked." (Note: This is a power fantasy for working stiffs. The protagonists are two men, with a pure revolutionary friendship: 'Sickle' x 'Hammer' (if you know, you know).)