Since the day I transmigrated, the only things I could trust were the weapon in my hand and my own strength.
I inherited the bloodline of the Ghostblade from the continent of Arad, which lets me grow stronger without end.
Compared to everyday life on Earth, this dangerous journey is both thrilling and exciting.
What kind of enemies await me up ahead?
You say you're the most perfect creature? Ah, the last person who said that has already gone to space. Muzan, come out and get some sunlight!
Fastest rookie, want to know who the Sword Princess has a crush on? Fight me! Only the strong deserve to have a beauty.
A Holy Grail that can grant any wish? Does such a thing really exist? Its owner is decided through battle? Then that's perfect. It belongs to me now!
Kindle the flame? No, the world has grown rotten. There's no point in clinging to life. It's time to return to the Age of Darkness! One day, fire will appear in the world, but that day is not today!
Jibril, my mind holds knowledge and stories from many different worlds. Come and cut off my head, if you can!
Note:
This is a fanfiction using alternate-universe lore.
