What?! Our family is actually descendants of an evil god?!

In a world where the thin veneer of civilization barely conceals the dark, twisted underbelly of reality, and where eerie whispers echo through the night, the rise of the mist over the seas has turned the world into an isolated island.



At first, I thought I had simply been reborn into a technologically backward era—no smartphones, no computers, no WiFi. But at least I was blessed with "exceptional" looks and a personality that was "exceptionally" charming, so I didn’t have to endure the soul-crushing 9-to-6 grind of my previous life.



I thought I could just coast through this new existence, living a carefree life. That was until the day my kind, elderly father leaned in close and whispered the terrifying truth of this world into my ear.



"Wait, what?! The gods worshipped by the Church actually exist?!"



"WHAT?! Our family is considered heretics? The kind that gets strung up on gallows and burned at the stake if caught?!"



My entire world shattered. Trembling, I stammered, "Can I... disown all of you?"



My dear old father, his hand casually resting on the belt at his waist, smiled even more warmly—a smile that sent chills down my spine.