[Deluded assumptions + Cthulhu + mild horror and suspense + third-person narration + invincible protagonist + no female lead + ensemble cast]
After transmigrating to another world, I became an art student who had repeatedly failed to pass the entrance exams.
To scrape together enough to live, I set up a stall to sell paintings and gave lessons.
I was gentle and patient, always carefully guiding the students who came to learn, meticulously painting works to sell to collectors who visited me, and sometimes using psychology to advise confused visitors and depict what they imagined in their hearts.
Over time, I earned a good reputation and a bulging wallet.
Until one day, I heard them call me with reverence and awe:
"Shepherd of Souls," "Depictor of the Mind's Eye," "Archbishop Who Colors Delusions," "Scribe of the Veil of Perception," "Lord Who Brings Wild Thoughts to Heel."
Wait, have you got something wrong? How did I become an evil god!?
