I am the Divine Deity of Supreme Lord. However, I am currently stuck within a pathetic soul with hopeless potential, with practically zero amount of strength capability due to such a weak and frail body being incapable of strengthening the physical prowess within oneself.

The useless body I am currently residing is named 'Gatercott', but I feel it would have been better to be called 'Shittycott' as it has a nicer ring to it. This Shittycott aka Gatercott has zero redemptions in his other aspects, with nothing of value worth mentioning. He has nothing that could be used as a means for being an individual with the potential to be noticed by everyone else. He has no astounding features of worth, being in the 'commoner' zone instead of a select few that could be apart from the rest, the 'prodigy' zone.

With such a useless body, there is nothing else to be said aside from his talentless and exceptional simple-mindedness. There is simply no way he could ever achieve to be an extraordinary individual no matter the circumstances and situation that comes forth, as even his thinking capabilities are unusually dull and incredibly stagnant. Thus, this has provided him with a constant influx of useless information consisting of worthless chunks of thoughts, containing mostly of purposeless and uneventful imagination mainly of pointless daydreams; thinking of what to eat during lunch, looking at the clock as time passes by, drawing silly scribbles on notebooks.

Such a feeble and ordinary life has influenced the Divine Deity of Supreme Lord to be incredibly devastated with his current state, having bouts of colossal-sized build-ups on stress for containing the relentless amount of suffering and despair from the lifeless and incredibly monotonous years of deep melancholiness. He has since been enduring for the past 16 years, being contained within the rotten insect while not being able to separate his soul with the attached entity.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

To his knowledge, there is no way of separating from the entity he is residing in unless there comes an unfortunate situation whereby the host encounters his demise, or more commonly known as death. Thus, the Divine Deity of Supreme Lord (shortened to DDSL for convenience's sake), has constantly been chanting the word 'DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE' as though it was an incantation spell.

Desperation could clearly be seen from his expression as each day passes by with yet another uneventful outcome to the said body. DDSL has contemplated thoroughly and deeply while devising various wicked plans to counteract from the rooted entity. However, to no avail, each plan had been a failure as nothing could be done to the host. There was simply no way of contacting the host, as there was simply no form of communication that could be done with one another.

With how the situation stands, having the host not realizing that something was residing within his body, Shittycott only lives his life carefreely without any thoughts to his well-being. As time passes by, even DDSL had started to feel hopelessness from his predicament as he was filled with an exhausted expression, being anguished from the countless misery he had suffered while being in a daze. DDSL's resolve had weakened considerably and had started to quietly linger within the host, hoping for time to quickly pass by as he is dying of boredom.