Professional Corpse Collector: Have You Seen My Epitaph?

Darkness engulfed the world. A terrifying evil god tore open the sky, churned the oceans, and trampled the earth. Despair was written on every face, and all the children were crying.

The last team of saviors did not charge into a battlefield they had no chance of winning. Instead, they desperately excavated the ruins of an ancient civilization. Following the directions left behind, they arrived at a tomb.

The bones in the tomb had long since crumbled into dust with the passage of time.

Only a gravestone remained.

“If this world ever faces an enemy it cannot defeat, call my name once more. I will cross time and space and come to your side, no matter what it takes. My name is...”

The team read the epitaph and looked toward the final name, only to find that the three-character name had been erased by the evil god’s power, leaving behind ■■■.

Worse, the evil god’s power was twisting and swiftly erasing every word on the gravestone.

As the horrified team members reached out to use their powers to stop it, the team leader silently took out a pen and paper and drew the three symbols ■■■.

“You again. I clearly erased your name and everything you left behind in this world. How can you still...”

“Just kidding. As long as someone remembers me, I can log in whenever I want... including you!”

In the blink of an eye, endless darkness was shattered by light. A hand vast enough to cover most of the planet appeared, pinched the terrifying evil god between its fingers, and turned it into a doll.