I, the cub of the evil god, come to the human world to complete the KPI of annihilation.
But I have a materialistic roommate who always gives ideological and political lessons to my body late at night.
"The world is material," he said, explaining science seriously to my swaying tentacles, "ghosts do not exist."
My crazy plans repeatedly went bankrupt, and my superiors pushed for progress. I reported truthfully:
"The mission is blocked. The belief system of the human sample 'Gu Mo' is suspected of distorting local reality."
Until the real indescribable comes, the assessment enters the countdown.
He protected me behind him and pushed up his glasses at the existence that could not be seen directly:
"According to the laws of physics, you shouldn't be here."
At that moment, I suddenly felt that my graduation topic might be changed to "On How Humans Tame Evil Gods."
