He was a pitch-black shadow from a distant shore beyond this world.
He accepted commissions from any being, from simple errands to the most horrifying tasks.
People's descriptions of him grew ever more terrifying, and the piles of corpses grew ever higher, yet he still couldn't find the little bit of happiness he wanted.
He gathered every kind of knowledge beyond reason, along with grotesque weapons and mysterious objects, and used the purest violence to deal with everything in his way. Yet only ever-growing pain and madness kept him company. Even after he finally tore apart the mastermind at the very top of the starry sky, nothing that had already been set in motion could be changed.
When all that remained was silence, he decided to travel to a brighter multiverse, to see more of what lay beyond.
But how should he put it? Things here really are more wholesome, but...
These are supposed to be serious, solemn contracts, so why does everyone insist on turning them into some kind of... human trafficking?
Seated atop the corpses of gods, higher-dimensional beings, and the greatest nightmare in the universe, the nameless figure in black gazed at the marriage proposals, requests for companionship, and lifelong employment contracts written in all kinds of languages in his hands, and sank into troubled thought.
(PS. First up: Gensokyo, Type-Moon, Honkai, Arknights, and Hakoniwa. Others will be considered later.)
