Walking Alone in the Underworld: I Am the Strongest

His fingertips traced the cold surface of Kuink's silver box, and the gray sky of District 20 was reflected on it, like a piece of frosted glass, isolating reality and hypocrisy. The world is a picture splattered with dirty paint. Humans walking hurriedly in suits and ties during the day are essentially the same as the ghouls licking their wounds and sneaking around in the night - they are all struggling in the quagmire of desire and survival, exuding a disgusting smell. Even worse than this are those ghouls who have completely lost their meaning of existence and can only feed on the flesh and blood of their own kind or the dead. They are a cursed group, huddled in the shadow gaps of civilized society, peeping at passers-by with greedy and coveted eyes, their postures twisted like maggots. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.