I Shouldn't Have Become a Demon

[Doomsday Survival] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Character Growth]

The age regresses to a barbaric era, and civilization crumbles amid decline. When agonized cries mingle with the stench of decay, when cruel bloodshed seeps into fallen souls, this land becomes the demons' most delectable hunting ground... They revel in despair and dance with death. Wherever they go, they leave a living hell in their wake.

Demons are never some unknown presence far beyond the horizon. Perhaps they are the people beside you, offering "kindness" when you turn around. In the apocalypse, the law has long been ground into scraps of worthless paper, trust has become a deadly trap, and everyone clutches at the last shreds of their sanity to protect themselves. Only three words remain as the sole goal carved into their bones: "Stay alive"...

A figure in a brown trench coat stands atop the city gate. Facing millions of approaching demons, they slowly raise a revolver. "Praise... life."