I Am an Existential Calamity. Even Evil Gods Have to Call Me Boss

Chen Sansi transmigrated into a parallel world at the end of the world, becoming a poor nobody living in a moldy rental room.

In this world, abyssal rifts were everywhere, monsters ran rampant, and humanity struggled to survive in cities surrounded by towering walls. The Awakened stood high above the masses, while ordinary people’s lives were worth less than grass.

And he was just an ordinary person about to be dragged off as cannon fodder.

Then the gray bead in his chest cracked, and a voice exploded in his mind:

“Abyssal Seed activated. Host disaster sequence: Existence-class, Lord of the End.”

“You are the Abyss itself. All abyssal monsters instinctively submit to you.”

Abyssal dragons lowered their heads before him. Corrupted giants trembled at the mere scent of him. Even the projection of the Abyssal Will had to negotiate with him.

Three days later, the mandatory conscription order would take effect, and every civilian would be dragged outside the city to serve as cannon fodder. The defense force captain planted his boot on Chen Sansi’s doorframe and threatened him, unaware whose door he had just kicked open.

Beyond the walls, everyone else saw the despair of the apocalypse.

Chen Sansi saw food walking all over the place.

“My name is Chen Sansi. Think three times before doing anything.”

“But I don’t need to think twice before eating you.”