Inside the Leader's room,

Unlike usual, I was putting the bags I packed all last night under the bed and looking for anything else to take. It's been two years since I started this life as a cult leader. It's been about two and a half years since I entered this cult.

The morning air was strangely quiet, calm... and warm. The sound of the bell that always rang at the same time, and the sound of footsteps in the hallway, are not yet heard.

It's now or never.

Once this time passes, everyone will wake up. They'll offer prayers, sing hymns, and start looking for me...

The person who led thousands of believers is now holding their breath, hoping that no one wakes up.

Since when did it happen? Acting out faith became more familiar than breathing.

At first, I wanted to save people. At least, I believed so. But at some point, the name of salvation became a shackle, and the name of God became a prison.

Above all, I wondered why that guy Baek Yuan made me the leader, and it turned out he wanted to prevent me from leaving this cult by making me responsible for the position.

Fortunately, there are many windows here. But there is only one door that leads outside.

Someone will call me a traitor. Someone will wail that the world has ended.

It doesn't matter.

Now, I want to live not as a god, but as an ordinary human. Without feeling burdened by the suffocating responsibility of being blindly worshipped, I'll go wherever I want... eat various foods, and meet people who look at me as an equal to make friends.

That's what I intended to do...