Year-End Wedding: I Refused to Marry the Bride of Destruction

At the year-end wedding, the officiant asked me if I would marry her. I saw the scene three seconds in the future: tentacles emerged from under the wedding dress, all the guests shed their human skin, and whispered in unison: "Welcome our Lord to come." The brain explodes with a mechanical voice: [The forbidden sequence 'Whisperer of the Old Gods' is activated! Mission: Survive the wedding for 30 minutes! My bride's pupils were glowing blue: "My dear, are you willing?" I smashed the mithril-laced cake and fled through the fire escape. I received a strange text message on my phone: "Go to Midnight Bookstore and don't trust anyone - especially those wearing black suits and red armbands." Only then did I know that my father-in-law's real estate empire was the stronghold of the evil god, and my fiancée was the bride chosen by the old god. And I am their perfect vessel for "The Dark Side of the Moon." The New Year's Eve bell is about to ring, and the seven major divine organizations around the world are looking for the "seventh key." They said the key was inside me. Now, my ex-fiancée is looking for me all over the city, official organizations want to put me in a shelter, and civil associations want me to be their trump card. And I just want to do three things: Stay alive. Uncovering the truth about my parents' "accidental death" ten years ago. And - on the next New Year's Eve, end this damn wedding sequel with my own hands.