My Golden Finger Is to Put Makeup on Corpses

On the first day I dressed as the heroine of a sadistic novel, the system asked me to put on makeup for the villain. I applied a smoky eye and made him look like a rock star. The system alarms wildly: Host, stop! This is the future world-destroying demon! I looked at the man in the mirror who nodded with satisfaction at his new look, and slowly took out his makeup brush. Destroy the world? It's better to get rid of his acne first.