The Outland God Anaric has many names. It is the evil god recognized by the secular world, the polluter of the world, the corrupter of souls, the invisible and intangible darkness and the end, leading everything to the end of collapse and extinction. The last time Anaric came to reality, all babies born within eleven years had no self-awareness, and only deformed bodies continued to devour and excrete endlessly.

However, believers who worship it claim that Anaric is the true god, the only god who has no origin and is not created, and has always existed. The gods that are widely worshipped today are nothing more than demons born from the breath of the true gods. To believe in them is to destroy the freedom of one's own soul.

Cesar doesn't know which is true and which is false, but Anaric's path has been like a bone-eating poison, filling his soul with madness. It is forcing him to step into the fate of the shadow of the evil god step by step.

Corruption is spreading, madness is spreading in people's hearts, religious disputes have set off wars of unprecedented intensity and scale, and various races are slaughtering each other with fanatical emotions, causing war, looting, plague, famine and death all over the world, and giving birth to more and more twisted evil things.

Who can be the savior? Anyone can, but he definitely can't.

This is a mansion far from the imperial capital, standing beside a perpetually fog-shrouded forest in the north. From afar, it resembles a majestic and magnificent castle, with countless rooms inside. Living in this mansion is none other than Allen Heinmus, the young master of the prestigious Howard family of the Soma Empire. Every morning, he begins with a "peephole."

[Western fantasy + multiple female leads + light comedy + Konosuba-like + team adventure + episodic drama]

"I've time-traveled quite a few times."

"As the saying goes, time travelers take turns sitting on the throne, and this year it's my turn. But too many time travelers isn't a good thing. So many time travelers have already come before me, and they've all done what I wanted to do. What do you want me to do?"

"Since things have come to this, I might as well go to the docks and get some fries... What, another big one? Life, can you please leave me alone this time? I just wanted to laze around!"

The lament of Mr. Baal, a mage, speculator, and legendary adventurer's party leader, who was in debt for hundreds of millions and was notorious far and wide, was thus expressed.

His squad members include, but are not limited to:

A melee mage who relies on underhanded tactics because he can't afford spellcasting materials.

A former hero who, lacking the money to buy a sword, practices boxing; who maxes out his cooking skills but still produces disastrous dishes.

The group buff is as fierce as a tiger, but the side effects are devastating – a self-destructing bard.

The only elven archer expelled from the Archers' Guild, every single one of his arrows misses the target.

Baal: "These teammates are poets!"