Doomsday of Despair: I'm a Loser, Yet They Mistake Me for a Divine Messenger

Bishop: "What did God say?"

Zhang Xian looked at the thin gruel in the survivors' bowls, then at the lavish feast before him. "The food here is too greasy!"

Bishop: "Pass the word. His divine envoy needs light fare: lobster, abalone, king crab..."

Zhang Xian looked at the empty hall of the Divine Court and the lone elderly survivor. "It's too sad for someone to be alone!"

Bishop: "Pass the word. His divine envoy needs the company of plenty of beautiful young women, all eighteen years of age..."

Zhang Xian watched the few survivors clash with knives and spears. "The human survivors should unite!"

Bishop: "Pass the word. His divine envoy says we should conquer and gather all the human survivors together, forming one united..."

Zhang Xian looked at the bishop. "You're getting a little rebellious, aren't you?"

Bishop: "I would never dare defy God, but if Your Excellency, the divine envoy, wishes, you may call me Chancellor..."

Zhang Xian: "I have to get out of here!"

As soon as the thought crossed Zhang Xian's mind, he turned and saw the bishop binding all his friends with chains. Holding a bloodstained cleaver, he smiled gleefully and said, "Divine Envoy, where are you going?"