When the apocalypse came, my roommate shoved me into a horde of monsters.
I didn't die. I became the king of all monsters.
From then on, I disguised myself as a psychic-type ability user, controlling monsters with my left hand to put on a show and protecting my teammates with my right as we fought our enemies.
My teammates treated me like a savior, and the base hailed me as a hero.
No one knew that the real monster had been standing right beside them all along.
Until one day, another progenitor came looking for me
