Fabricating Myths: Starting from Lying About Being the Lord of Disasters

[Creating the strongest containment organization from scratch, I am the only one who cannot be named! This is a desperate era when the ancient gods are resurrected, and it is also the beginning of Lin En's ascension to the throne of God. Although he is just an ordinary psychiatrist at the beginning, he has a [Disaster Script] that can harvest fear! Lynn: "I don't produce disasters, I'm just the transporter of disasters." Using the [Deception Dice], he fabricated a non-existent supreme organization - the "Twilight Council". →Initial identity: Ordinary college counselor (fake)/Lord of disaster (real) → Core member: Drowned female ghost who only knows how to mop the floor (→ Upgraded to a maid of the abyss) → Stronghold construction: Abandoned Art Building (→ Upgraded to a place abandoned by God, san value dropped x100%) →Weapon system: red plastic bucket (→ concept-level containment object), scalpel (→ rule-level judgment blade) Powerful people all over the world are looking for clues about the "Twilight Parliament". Director of the Secret Service: "That organization is unfathomable, and Mr. Lynn may be the only contact." Cult leader: "The Lord of Disaster is the true God! We must devote all our faith!" Looking at the skyrocketing number of [believers] and [divine fragments] in the system. Lin En sat behind the scenes, overlooking everyone: (sips of red wine) "Tremble, mortals, your brain is the source of my strength!" "The so-called Cthulhu Mythos is just a script I wrote casually."