I Am the Twilight of the Gods?

“The hot water bottle doesn't spray steam, but writhing eyeballs.” “People on the street... their bodies and heads separate, and slimy tentacles extend from the broken neck...” “At first I was terrified, thinking this was a world full of monsters.” “Others see it as normal... at least they think it's normal...” Arthur transmigrated into a strange world. Not only is he a third-rate private detective, but also the 'Sovereign' of the Ten Directions Immortal Realm. Your fanatical follower [White Queen] is online! He must not only fool the murderous White Queen and keep his weakling disguise, but also stop the Black Knight from leveling the city with a space-based weapon and protect innocent civilians. Just when he thought he could keep lying low and level up safely, the White Queen suddenly knelt on one knee, her slender fingers stroking his cheek, her dark red eyes full of fanaticism: “Sovereign, to suppress the gods, you abandoned your divine body and reincarnated as a mortal. I will remember this sacrifice.” “Stand down. This is all part of the plan.” ... Years later, Arthur sits on the throne, playing with a fragment of a divine spark in his hand. “Ahead, the Twilight of the Gods. No gods allowed!”