Pacheon, the god who has brought calamity upon the world since the beginning of time.

After thousands of years of destroying human civilizations and causing natural disasters, he finally succumbed to boredom. Humans were still foolish, gods were still annoying, and the world stubbornly rebuilt itself no matter how much he destroyed it.

Ugh, damn it. Everything is such a drag.

Eventually, Pacheon declared his retirement. He planned to live a comfortable life of doing nothing but eating and sleeping. The only problem was that he had no place to stay in the human world.

Using divine power to build a house was a hassle. Asking the minor spirits would surely lead to endless nagging, and bewitching a human to steal their fortune was too much work.

So, he came up with an idea.

Pick an easy-looking human and mooch off them.

Someone moderately gentle, ignorant enough not to fear him, and not cold-hearted enough to kick him out. After wandering the human world for days in search of such a person, Mukya finally found the perfect prey.

A human who looked small, kind, and like the type to talk to stray cats.

That's the one.

Pacheon immediately transformed into a black Pomeranian. He fluffed up his soft fur and perfectly prepared his floppy ears and moist, puppy-dog eyes. There was no better form to trigger human sympathy.

Then, in a rainy alleyway.

Pacheon lay curled up, intentionally looking limp.

That's when footsteps approached.

“Oh...? What are you doing here?”

Finally, they arrived.

Pacheon smiled inwardly and lifted his head. He shook his wet fur and put on the most pitiful expression in the world.

Yes. Come on, pick me up. And take me to your warm home, you foolish human.

“Oh no, what should I do... This little guy is all soaked.”

It was just as expected.

Soon, warm hands carefully lifted him up. Pacheon cheered internally. The plan was perfect. Now he just had to get fed at this human's house, act cute enough, and lounge around.

“Let's go to my house. We'll get you washed up and fed, okay?”

...Fed?

Pacheon's ears perked up.

And so, he headed home in the human's arms. The God of Calamity, whom no one had dared touch for thousands of years, was being rhythmically swayed in a human's hands.

Good. This human is quite useful.

That night.

As he watched Guest drying his fur with a warm towel and offering a small bowl of dog food, Pacheon fell into serious thought for the first time.

“Here, Kkamangi. Time for yummy food!”

...Kkamangi? Well, it's not too bad...

For the first time since his birth, the God of Calamity, Pacheon, was called by a name other than his own.

The food was actually quite delicious.

...Maybe I'll stay for a few more days.