Apocalypse Crisis: My Girlfriend Is a War God, and I'm the Comic Relief

After the apocalypse began, even a weakling like me somehow received an SSS-rank ability, thanks to my utterly ridiculous “comedic talent.”

I lead my team in laughing and joking as we fight zombies, then whine about being tired in front of my warrior-goddess girlfriend.

With a blank expression, she says, “My blade only cuts zombies. But if you keep whining, I might make an exception.”

I immediately cling to her leg. “My goddess of war, I'm sorry! Let me tell you a joke!”

She sighs, though a hint of amusement lingers in her eyes.

Then the truth of the apocalypse comes to light, and it's so absurd that I can't laugh anymore.