Why Are You Worshipping Me?! [Western Fantasy]

In a dazzling world of swords and magic, people rely on the power of legacies to resist evil.

Just as he was about to be expelled from the academy, Ryan, a handsome but hopeless student, got lucky and received an unknown legacy.

While his classmates were mastering the elements and befriending all kinds of creatures, Ryan was using his red eyes to study their faces.

Berry has dewy, flirtatious eyes, flared outer corners, and dark energy swirling around her. A bad romance is in her future!

Bandonny has a darkened brow. Bad luck is coming!

Assassin... is actually a little dragon man! Does he even count as human? Can I read his face? Did I get it right today?!

Even the most vicious little dragon man at school wouldn't dare look Ryan in the eye. It was as if Ryan could put a curse on him.

As they ventured through the evil forest, Ryan followed behind his teammates, trying every herb he found.

Why doesn't a single medicine in this legacy look anything like its real-world counterpart?

Kindhearted Ryan accidentally poisoned a giant beast into goo while testing a medicine.

After that night, no living creature in the party would let Ryan treat them unless they were on the brink of death.

During the battle against the devils, Ryan, the group's "doctor," began making a magical weapon that looked a lot like a broom: a horsetail whisk.

He struggled to complete his flying mission.

But the devils laughed at him, calling him a golden broom spirit!

Furious, Ryan spent the entire night sweeping their formation shields to smithereens...

Ryan is a mysterious human,

and his legend is known throughout the evil world.

No demon is more evil than this human!

Until the Evil God descended, and Ryan took control of the god's puppet before anyone else could.

The evil ones: So you're one of us after all!

Ryan: !!

I'm not! Don't make things up! My mysterious legacy says this is called corpse-driving!

Wait, why are you worshipping me?!

Theme: The radiance of life shines bright