The Many Hardships of Playing a Demon God and Causing Trouble

Solomon, a white-haired, red-eyed, upright and honest man. Never in a million years did he think that one day he'd have to scrape by by earning the protagonist's attention. System: You have to get the protagonist to notice you. Solomon: ...Fine. Socializing is terrifying for someone with social anxiety, but I can put up with it. System: You have to stir things up. Solomon: ...All right. My brains may not be up to it, but it's not like I can die any more than once. System: You have to impersonate a demon god. Solomon: Sure... Wait, what did you say??? He looked down at the screen: A young man with pale purple hair sat on a throne. His imposing presence was almost too much to look at. He toyed with a ball of lightning in one hand, its energy powerful enough to split mountains. An angel spread its enormous wings, the gems in its crown glittering brilliantly. Its compassionate demeanor could not conceal its aloofness and pride. A girl sunk in a mire smiled as black blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, reaching out to the person across from her. A red-haired boy dressed in fine clothes leaned on a cane, his smile brimming with wicked charm and allure. And more... Solomon fell silent for a while, then began seriously considering whether blowing up Yokohama would be enough to get people's attention. The author is sensitive. If you don't like it, please move along. Many original characters ahead! This story is written just to satisfy me, so some out-of-character moments are inevitable. Theme: Life is precious