After awakening SSS-level powers, the whole class laughed at me for being the iron rice bowl for funerals. Until there was a riot in the S-class restricted area, evil spirits devoured everything, and I walked into hell with my makeup box on my back. When I patted the setting powder on the evil god's face, he cried. The next day, at the door of my afterlife office, an angel walked into the queue and said, "Hello, can you give me a set meal for my God?"
The pace is a bit fast