My Paranormal Identity Is Fake

Eerie games have descended upon the whole world, and humanity is wailing as it struggles to survive. I was an ordinary office drone, but a System bug flagged me as an [SSS-Rank Aberration: Flesh Artist]. Staring at my own pale face in the mirror, I fell into thought: How can I act like a real aberration? Human players see me as the ultimate boss and tremble as they analyze my “killing patterns.” The real aberrations treat me with the utmost respect, convinced I'm an ancient big shot who's been living in seclusion for years. All I can do is grit my teeth, run “rat race training sessions” for the aberrations using human logic, and slip the human players a few “fake guides” along the way. Until the game’s mastermind, the Lord God, descends. It stares at me in confusion and says, “You... why don't you have the aura of an aberration?” The whole place falls deathly silent. Every aberration and human turns to look at me. I quietly pull out a copy of the "Aberration Employee KPI Assessment Form" and say with a smile: “Lord God, take a look. This is our annual work report from the aberration world. Are you satisfied?”