Dear Miss Evil God

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After spending a week in the hospital, Zhao Zheng returned home and dug a strange doll out of the pile of get-well gifts her friends had sent.

The doll was terrifyingly ugly, hideously grotesque. She greatly admired its pure, unaffected refusal to conform to mainstream beauty standards.

That very night, she decided to put the doll by her bed. She gazed into its gleaming green eyes, sweetly said "Good night," and fell asleep in peace.

But when she woke the next morning, her room was a mess, and someone had even taken apart the chairs. The doll had been pinned to the bedroom door with a chair leg, its tiny hand gripping the doorknob in a desperate, helpless death clutch.

It was a horrifically gruesome death, and the killer had been utterly merciless.

Her friends, hearing the news, all sent her messages of reproach:

"Girl, it's just an ugly doll! You don't have to go that far!!"

Zhao Zheng: ????

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While lying around in the hospital, Zhao Zheng went on a long journey. Countless doors in the starry sky led to countless different worlds.

Her black-skinned, green-eyed guide was very enthusiastic. He led her straight to the most dangerous doors and showed her, step by step, how to rack up countless game overs.

After waking up, Zhao Zheng resolved to find her dear guide and shove his head into a toilet.

#The heroine is invincible throughout, using all kinds of physical methods to exorcise demons and ghosts#

#Includes Lovecraftian elements. The heroine isn't human, and it's not scary#

#Also, the evil gods don't fall in love#

Next novel preview: The Villain Organization's Model Employee

After I lost my memory, my boss, who deserved to be hung from a streetlamp as a decoration, told me he was a bad person.

And just as I was shocked and preparing to give him a righteous backstab, he told me that actually, I was a bad person too.

So, heartbroken, I had to admit that in this world, overflowing with familiar tropes, I'd been cast as a villain. I could only start slacking off and doing my job halfheartedly, even though I didn't want to.

But what made me even more heartbroken was discovering that all my seemingly dedicated coworkers had secretly turned over a new leaf and defected to the protagonist's side. Every last one of them was a hidden ally of the protagonist's team, except me.

"!! Why?! Why didn't you take me with you when you switched sides?! Why didn't you help a brother out?!!"

"Look at all those Model Employee awards on your wall! Do you really think we'd believe you could be recruited?!"

"...!!!"

#Sitting bolt upright on my deathbed: Gin is me?!#

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"Oh, right. And please don't misunderstand. Doing evil is my interest and my hobby. I'm passionate about it. No one's threatening me, and there's no tragic reason behind it."

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No CP. My take on the setting of a domestic, kid-friendly animated series. The protagonist loves causing trouble and is a pleasure-seeking delinquent. She's so enthusiastic about causing mischief that she seems remarkably diligent in her wickedness. In reality, she's a chaotic fun-seeker and has absolutely nothing to do with words like loyalty.

Currently writing:

The Villain's Self-Cultivation in a Shonen Manga:

"I only want to rot away in the mud. Please grant me this one small mercy."

If you're interested, please bookmark it in my profile.

Theme: People should learn to stand on their own