[I haven't decided on the protagonist's name yet. I'll change it later, but for now I'm using Wei Ming, which means “unnamed.”]
[Domineering, morally chaotic Main God x honest wage slave pushed to the limit until he bites a god, with a little wallpaper sex]
Wei Ming is an NPC in an infinite game. Out of pity for the players, he betrayed the Main God, intending to kill the deity and bring the game to an end.
On the eve of victory, the players betrayed Wei Ming to save their own skins, leaving him dead beyond recognition.
The Main God let bygones be bygones, resurrected Wei Ming, and made him the administrator of the infinite game.
The price: every 21 days, Wei Ming must kill off a player in the top 100, and make their death spectacular and entertaining, a death comedy that makes the Main God laugh out loud.
Looking at all those traitors bouncing around, Wei Ming thought: Sorry, but you're first on my list.
*
Administrator Privilege One: Design monsters.
A glittering golden treasure chest appeared before the players. They rushed toward it, eager to open it, only to be swallowed by the mimic. Total party wipe.
Players: ...The game designer came up with this after a gift box bit his head off while he was opening a birthday present.
Administrator Privilege Two: Design maps.
The players ran 365 li, dodged trap after trap, and finally found a save point. They scrambled to stand on it, and the mechanism activated, teleporting them back to the dungeon's starting point.
Players: Designer, please turn on voice chat.
Secretly changing game rules, bosses with absurd mechanics, ambushes you never see coming, unbelievable hit rates, livestreams constantly throttled, and endless hard pity...
The villainous players were driven around in circles by Wei Ming. They joined forces to protest: This isn't fair! That rule doesn't even exist!
Wei Ming: Rules? It exists now.
*
At first, the Main God was pleased with the player death comedies Wei Ming provided.
But at some point, the Main God began to nitpick. No matter how spectacular a death Wei Ming presented, the deity held back a smile, staring at him with a gloomy, oppressive gaze.
When Wei Ming presented another death comedy, the Main God propped up his chin with one hand and drawled, “Find another way to please me.”
Wei Ming knew the Main God was tired of him, and that his own death was near. He drew his knife, intending to slit his own throat.
At last, the Main God smiled. The deity descended slowly from the throne, took Wei Ming's knife, and slit open his clothes. “As expected of my most devout follower. You know exactly how to make me happy.”
Wei Ming O.o: That's not right!
Theme: Sincere devotion can move even the hardest heart.
