Hundreds of years of grievances, the host of hatred, the baptism of the blood emperor, the hatred that disappeared after sleeping for five thousand years, shuttles freely between the real world and the outer world that has existed for thousands of years. Looking for the value of his existence after losing his hatred, he is sometimes funny, sometimes cold-blooded, sometimes affectionate, sometimes lonely. The collision of love and hate, the friction between evil and good. All the blood of the saints and demons burned in the dark flames. . . . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
