He traveled through the world of immortality and became a big boss, but was tied back to the magical world by a broken system to save the world.
I started with four teammates. They were obedient, capable, and looked at me with fatalistic trust.
But I have woken up long ago - I am the fallen creator god of this world.
These "loyal dogs" around me were once my closest divine servants, and they were also... One of the culprits who betrayed me.
Now, the broken system is nagging novice tasks in my ears.
And I just want to sip the tea gracefully and say to it:
"Hush, don't command God. This guide to salvation must be rewritten according to my script."
