[Dihua flow + Cthulhu + micro-horror suspense + text third person + invincible flow + no heroine + group portrait]
Traveling through a different world, I became an art student who failed repeatedly.
In order to make ends meet, I set up a stall selling paintings and taught classes.
I am gentle and patient, and always teach the students who come to study seriously. I carefully draw a painting and sell it to the collectors who come to visit me. Occasionally, I will use psychology to guide the confused visitors and describe their thoughts.
Over time, I developed a good reputation and a bulging wallet.
Until one day, I heard them call me piously and awe--
"The Shepherd of Souls", "The Describer of Mental Images", "The Color Bishop of Illusions", "The Writer of the Curtain of Perception", "The Lord of Confinement of Delusions".
No, did you make something wrong? How did I become an evil god! ?
