After Joining the Evil Gods' Chat Group

[I’m bad at writing blurbs. The story is my take on a Western fantasy progression novel, with lots of original worldbuilding.]

Iris transmigrates into a fantasy novel as one of its future villains.

Her original body has the blood of a heretic and cannot learn supernatural arts. If the Church discovers her identity, she could be executed.

Unable to learn supernatural arts, she was rejected by her family and bullied by the people around her. She suffered from a young age.

After turning evil, the original Iris decides to resurrect an evil god and start a war. But the protagonist defeats her, making her a stepping stone on his path to power and ending her life as a disposable villain.

Iris decides she has to stay away from this toxic plot and save her precarious future.

...She’ll start by escaping this ridiculous country, where she could be dragged to the gallows at any moment.

With the help of the System, she gains access to a strange chat group filled with weird, chuuni members who make her escape a lot more entertaining.

[Mother of Mysteries: This is my first time creating a world. Does anyone know what I should do first?]

[Iris: Let there be light, let there be water, and remember to take a day off during the six days of creation. You need a work-life balance for sustainable development.]

[Crimson Despair: My subordinates are such a pain. They have nothing to do all day, so they come to me and suck up, disturbing my rest.]

[Iris: I suggest setting some rules. Have them clock in from nine to five, and if you don’t want to meet them in person, you could introduce video conferences.]

[Fallen Morningstar: I want to fall from heaven. My boss and my little brother are so annoying. They won’t even let me dye my hair.]

[Iris: Easy. Tell them you’re going to shave your head bald, and then they’ll let you dye your hair.]

To thank her, the group members send her rare spells and items: [Raise the Dead], [Brainwashing], [Fallen Wraith], [Disease Aura]...

Iris: ...No more, no more. If you keep giving me stuff, I really will become a villain.

Many years later, Iris becomes the strongest supernatural practitioner. Rumor has it she knows every forbidden spell and is a walking encyclopedia of dark magic.

Someone asks how she achieved so much at such a young age.

Iris: “...Maybe it’s because I’m kind and always eager to help.”

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When the chat group asks Iris for her grand title, she looks at their nicknames: [Mother of Mysteries], [Fallen Morningstar], [Pale Herald], [Crimson Despair]...

They’re all so over-the-top. Iris thinks her groupmates are such terminally online nerds.

So she refuses to be outdone and immediately comes up with one of her own: “I am the embodiment of the eternal night, master of miracles, the most ancient witch, the saint of darkness!”

Then one day, a group member knocks on her door and asks, “Excuse me, is the embodiment of the eternal night, master of miracles, the most ancient witch, the saint of darkness here?”

Iris covers her ears in agony.

“Stop chanting it! You’re taking this seriously?!”

[Reader’s Guide]

[A serious fantasy progression story, not traditional Western fantasy]

* Plot-focused progression story that may start slowly. There may not be much romance.

* I’m getting back into writing. I write slowly, but I will finish it.

* There’s a lot of worldbuilding. If something seems unreasonable while reading, it might be foreshadowing.

* This is my take on Western fantasy and will probably have lots of original details. It’s my first time being a mage, so there may be bugs. Let’s discuss things peacefully: love and peace.

Theme: Wait, and keep hope in your heart.