I Fell in Love with the World-Destroying Demon Lord

As a novelist, you accidentally transmigrate into the novel you wrote and become the neighbor of your protagonist.

For a creator, getting to meet your own beloved creation face-to-face is obviously a good thing. The bad news is that the novel you wrote is a Cthulhu horror story.

Your handsome, energetic boy is still human. In this world of slaughter and death, he lives with optimism and sunshine, full of curiosity and a desire to explore. Unfortunately, he's not on the side of justice.

The evil god returns. Hail the true god, Ula.

Beneath the protagonist's cheerful and gentle facade, he's an outright lunatic. He's not only summoned an evil god, but is also trying to alter himself and become one of the unknown creatures.

Obviously, you included a lot of memes in this novel to attract readers. If you'd known you'd transmigrate into it someday, you probably wouldn't have done that.

All right, back to the point.

It's 11:59:55 p.m. You look through the peephole and see a devastatingly handsome man.

He's exactly as you imagined: gentle, refined, and very polite. He knows that when you go to see a neighbor, that is, when you go to attack them, you should bring a gift. He's holding a little cake that looks delicious. That's wonderful.

But you know perfectly well.

In five seconds, you'll become a sacrifice to the evil god.

The bad news is that the thin door clearly can't keep an enthusiastic man out.

The good news is that you have at least five seconds to save yourself.

You rack your brains, but can't figure out what you can possibly do in five seconds.

Five, four, three...

Two,

One!

The midnight bells ring out. The man standing at the door smiles gently. His patience with his rude neighbor has run out.

Just before he breaks down the door, it suddenly swings open from the inside.

A woman kneels on one knee, holding out a ring. Her gaze is sincere as she says, as if speaking to the one she loves, "I love you."

The man's crow-black eyes lower slightly. His exquisite face, as if blessed by angels, is now openly astonished.

The main story is not told in first person.

1. This is my own take on evil gods. Those who demand scholarly accuracy, stay away.

2. I wrote this for fun. If you don't like it, just move on; no need to tell me. I don't accept writing advice.

3. Cherish life, and don't write novels recklessly.

Theme: Love life and cherish it.