I have been summoned to a game world, a world of swords and magic. Or at least that's what my friend said.

I couldn't care less about that.

But apparently, I can create whatever eldritch creatures I want, even the ones from urban legends and creepypastas.

So what if the people don't like my babies? Screw them.

This is the story of how I accidentally became the last boss of the world.