The Apocalypse: I Issue Visas for the Gods

[Rules-Based Horror + Gods + Wild Imagination + Civil Servant + Behind-the-Scenes]

The apocalypse arrived, and I dug my former employer's official seal out of a cup of instant noodles.

While everyone else struggled in the wasteland, I reopened the [Divine Immigration and Customs Office].

The God of War demanded KPIs, the God of Cunning got fined, and the God of Wisdom stayed up all night writing reports.

I thought I was just an unlucky civil servant in charge of keeping things running smoothly.

It wasn't until the evil god bent on destroying the world arrived that I discovered this apocalypse had been orchestrated by my former boss.

Now he wants to inspect the results.

I calmly raised the official seal and pointed it at him. His life or death would be decided by my visa.