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After slaying a god in another world and barely making it back to Earth, I was told to lead a guild full of fellow returnees.

I thought I could just sit back and act as a figurehead.

I was wrong.

[Constellation ‘Wisdom Contained in a Single Eye’ has sent a request.]

| Godslayer (Guild Master) |: For the love of—can we please take on some requests, people?!

| 9th Circle Archmage |: (૭ ᐕ)૭?

| Godslayer (Guild Master) |: Oh, for the—ugh.

Too many people were dying right before my eyes for me to ignore it.

But the difficulty of these requests kept climbing beyond what I could handle alone.

So I decided…

| Godslayer (Guild Master) |: Behold! The epitome of a true cold city man!

| Godslayer (Guild Master) |: Who wants to hear the Northern Grand Duke’s sultry flirting?

| Northern Grand Duke |: W-Wait! Hold on—STOP!!

I figured I’d push the guild members into action using… slightly underhanded tactics.

But then—

“Guild Master, you’ve been playing us all this time, haven’t you?”

“So, where do you think you’re going?”

I had no idea I’d end up digging my own grave.