This Is Ridiculous! I Handle Customer Service for the Gods

I got stuffed into a ridiculous group chat. The members are all talented, from a Fire God to a wall-phasing immortal.

And me, an ordinary mortal, became the group admin.

My job is to make rules for the gods by speaking up.

Putting out fires and saving people? I say, “Fire, be extinguished.”

Rescuing someone stuck in a wall? I say, “Wall, become a doorway.”

I wanted to keep a low profile and provide support when needed, but all my fellow group members are masters of wild assumptions, and they insist on imagining me as an invincible big shot.

Until one day, a force tries to erase “color” and “sound” from the world.

I have no choice but to step forward and say to the chaos:

“This place is under my jurisdiction.”