The Supreme God and his wife ran away.
That was the first thing I heard after waking up.
Before I could recover from the news, my colleague told me another piece of bad news.
The Paranormal World was being shut down.
?
I was horrified.
If the Paranormal World shut down, where would I find another beautiful place to live, filled with yin energy and dripping with blood, with bloodstains and body parts everywhere?
I hurriedly grabbed my colleague’s blood-red clothes, which he washed once every few centuries.
“Where are we going, then?”
My colleague gave me a pitying look.
“Of course they’re going to suppress our powers and assign us to different minor worlds. But if we do well in the assessment, it seems we might get sent somewhere else nice.”
I nodded, but still felt a little lost. I had the feeling I’d forgotten something.
My colleague looked at me sympathetically and explained.
“Dummy, did you forget you slept through the last assessment?”
Oh.
I tried to get my brain working.
I seemed to remember something like that.
“Then where should I go?”
“I don’t know… Those who didn’t take the assessment are probably assigned at random, right? But what if you get sent to some place with spring flowers blooming and all life returning, ”
I was so frightened that I hurriedly spat three times to ward off bad luck.
“, How can you curse a ghost like that? You’re the one who should go somewhere full of spring flowers!”
Fortunately, my luck seemed to be pretty good.
On the day the worlds were assigned, I saw the one I was about to be sent to.
City of Chaos.
Hmm… It sounded pretty good?
Then I read the details.
A newly established temporary world, extremely chaotic and built around mutual slaughter. It seemed to have already attracted the attention of something.
My eyes lit up.
Wasn’t this tailor-made for me?
A world where evil people from every dimension gathered, a city of sin, a chaotic city-state… Wasn’t this my happy place?
Besides, the humans here were all so kind and welcoming!
Hmm… it’s just that their bodies are a little fragile. I only gave them a friendly greeting, so why did they go limp and fall asleep on the ground?
After living peacefully for a while, the blood moon suddenly descended.
The entire world was dragged into another dimension, and everyone was pulled into a game.
It called itself the Terror Game.
So was I.
I thought it was just a matter of continuing to work in a different place, until a screen appeared in front of me.
It displayed my basic identity information, along with various underlined and bolded tasks.
Oh… I belatedly realized.
I had become a player.
The ghost who used to slack off while working for the Supreme God had become a new player in the game overnight.
But it made no difference to me. I’d merely gone from working for the Supreme God to working for myself.
Honestly,
I was starting to miss the days when I went to work with my colleagues.
…Huh?
Wait.
I blinked.
That red-clothed female ghost who had just flashed past my eyes… seemed… unusually familiar.
It wasn’t until I cleared the first game instance that I discovered
that this so-called City of Chaos was one of the Terror Game’s temporary rest lobbies.
It was the worst of all the rest lobbies.
A place that held the most brutal creatures from every corner of the world.
I loved it. If I could, I’d live in this perfect world for the rest of my life.
Of course, it would be even better if that annoying guy weren’t here.
So prayed I, after a certain pest latched onto me following my first game.
Those who clear the game can make one wish.
You can choose to resurrect someone,
or rebuild a nation,
or travel back in time to any point in the past.
The main story is told in third person.
A dazed nonhuman bottom x a shameless, clingy top.
The protagonist is not normal, and not human, so his way of thinking and behavior may be the opposite of a human’s.
The Terror Game storyline may not begin until three or four chapters in.
Possible content warnings:
This story may include all sorts of romance and kinks:
BG, GB, BL, GL, nonhumans, coercion, and more.
No woman-on-woman competition. In my view, when even their lives are not guaranteed, all kinds of emotions and actions are attempts to compete for the resources needed to survive. But I will not write misogynistic scenes where women are humiliated.
The top appears only after they enter the game, and he is not human, either.
The terrifying NPCs in the game are all the bottom’s colleagues or friends.
I do not accept requests to direct my writing. No need to tell me if you drop the story.
I’ll add more if I think of anything else.
Official blurb, June 28, 2026
Theme: Justice always prevails
