This is the story of how I became an outer god.

It wasn’t even malicious criticism. I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to. So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

In the back alleys of the Central Empire, there appears a monster that eats people. And that’s me.