Terror Resurrection: I Have Mystical Cult Simulator

The waves surged up, drowning the lakes and seas, swallowing up the stars and rivers. When the madman squanders the money he robbed, When ghouls wail in dilapidated warehouses, When we dance wildly in the drug-filled streets, Lucky one, The gods are buried deep in the wasteland... The forest grows outside the Mansu Wall. Everyone who studies history knows that, There are no walls in Mansu. Now that the supernatural has become the norm, the only way is to go through the fog and accept the knowledge of the ancient gods. We must learn the forbidden knowledge and tap our own potential. Only in this way can we survive and rule everything! Face the risks head on and move forward boldly. Although... We are on the River Styx and shouldn't sail too far. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.