The truth about the world? Maybe it's just the imagination of a chubby boy.
The seventy-two demon gods... The gods entrusted to me by the King of the Void...
I obviously want to integrate into this world, but I am still rejected by it. I just want to live peacefully, but how can I ignore the presence of gods and monsters? Maybe I was born to be a king and will eventually become a king, but I think my god is empty and ask the gods.
Purpose: A novel written for one person