When Games Invaded Reality, I Became the Unspeakable One

On the day the game Unspeakable Sin launched, it sent the world into a panic. Three seconds later, the real world began to warp under the game's influence. Mirrors reflected the viewers' most perfect illusions: an endless banquet table laden with food, a cradle woven from white, sticky threads. The game slowly seeped in and disrupted the normal world. People became inexplicably irritable, sleepy, hungry, lazy, selfish, jealous, and lost in indulgence. And I was the game's developer, [] as well as the only being who knew the true name of the "Unspeakable Ones." They called me their "Creator."

When other "Creators" began appearing one after another in different regions, I realized they were merely chosen vessels, while I was the one who had truly written the rules.

Unspeakable Sin is my "child."

I don't need to save the world. I'm just updating my game's version. The world is becoming what I designed it to be, and I have never pressed the "Publish" button.