The Boss Is a One-Man Thousand Faces

After his Savior mission ended in utter failure, Oakland, barely clinging to life, was dumped by his System into some other world and frozen solid for about thirty years while he recovered. When a dark, egg-shaped man happened to thaw him out, Oakland was shocked to discover he had been forced to start over from scratch. His original Lawful Good alignment had become Chaotic Neutral. The glorious Savior label above his head had turned blood red, the kind of color only villains got. Even his golden finger had changed, from the insanely powerful Gospel of Light to face sculpting. Oakland: ...? He slowly typed out a question mark. After greeting the developers of his dog of a System three hundred times, Oakland figured out how to use his new ability and decided to indulge a little in his own mischief. He decisively gave himself a pair of breasts. System: ... Oakland: This is fun! He hadn't even gotten around to changing the 36D he'd just made into a 36F when the System, unable to watch any longer, finally drew his first mission after his alignment change. [Random Long-Term Mission: Establish an evil organization.] Oakland: Oh, easy! [Mission Restriction: The organization may have only one member, the Host.] Oakland: ...System, are you trying to get back at me? And so Oakland started causing trouble under a secret identity. Just as he'd finally schemed his way through one human tragedy after another and was about to fill the mission meter and retire in peace, a whole bunch of chaotic people suddenly showed up and disturbed his quiet life. A certain red-and-gold tin can: "You promised you'd sing for me, Miss Harbinger. So why are you still living in that golden cage?" A certain blue soldier with a shield: "I really thought you were an angel. Turns out Hell is where you belong." A certain caped guy who flies around: "I thought we were fellow aliens. Why would you do something like this?" A certain dark bat: "...Gotham doesn't need faith. Take your God and get out of here." A certain friendly neighborhood New Yorker: "So you really are a spider?! Then that food you said you ate before was..." "..." "Wait." They all cried out in unison: "You're all the same person?!" Oakland, who'd sculpted a whole bunch of tragic characters with messy backstories and obviously villainous faces to boost his coolness rating: ... Oakland: Hey, System, requesting permission to retreat. System: Permission restricted. The Host's request cannot currently be fulfilled. Oakland: ...Damn. Faced with a pile of superheroes demanding explanations, he turned tail and ran straight into the villains' arms. "Hey, wait for me! I'm bringing a whole organization over to join you!" "How many people are in your organization?" "One! But I'm a thousand faces in one!" Theme: Only by turning away from evil can you find the right path