Supernatural dungeons have descended upon the world. While everyone else is kowtowing and begging to survive in the horror dungeons, I’ve turned them into family gatherings.
When my teammates are so terrified by an SSS-rank ghost bride in red that they wet themselves, she kneels in front of everyone and calls me “bro.” When the city’s strongest fighters are hunted by the butcher ghost god from the “Midnight Diner,” he takes off his mask. He’s my dad, who went missing years ago.
“Um… Dad, Mom says to come home for dinner. Put down the cleaver!”
While everyone else is frantically leveling up, all I have to do is calmly “visit the relatives.”
Sorry, but the entire supernatural world is my family’s business!
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