Working late into the night, I found an old notebook in my rented apartment.
After writing my first Cthulhu story, I unexpectedly activated the [Chronicles of the Old Ones System]. Spread fear, and you can become a god.
From then on, by day I was a downtrodden office drone, and by night I was the mastermind behind urban legends.
My boss, who used workplace bullying to keep employees in line, had flesh-covered tentacles wrapped around him. The last subway train kept looping toward the deep sea. The entire apartment building whispered at midnight...
Then, the global contest among the gods quietly began, and Athena, Yamata no Orochi, and the followers of Cthulhu all appeared.
They laughed at me as an insignificant mortal, unaware that every story I wrote was building my divine kingdom, brick by brick.
“Don’t be afraid. I’m just a novelist, until every one of you becomes my reader.”
