It Turns Out That I Am a Mobile Natural Disaster

He takes pleasure in destruction, and all living beings retreat wherever he sets his feet; Every time He comes into the world, he is accompanied by trembling and wailing; He turned his hands to make clouds and rain, and everything he looked at turned into nothingness; He is the old enemy of the gods, pure malice from the abyss! … On the throne of bones, a certain figure shouted angrily: "It's unfair! I really just want to go home!"