The doctor said I had a bad stomach and recommended I take more digestive tablets.
But nobody believed me. A statue of a god from who knows where had already taken up residence inside my body.
It called itself a lost deity and made a pact with me, promising to help me lead the villagers to escape the cultists hunting us.
Ancient dragons coil across the sky, hellhounds tear at the earth, and the monsters of legend awaken one after another...
But it's all right. As long as I'm alive, the village can definitely be rebuilt.
This god statue thinks about sneaking a bite every day.
“Stop gnawing on the table leg!”
“You can't eat that fish covered in tentacles!”
“And the Evil God's eyeballs aren't snacks either!!!”
