Supreme Divine Relic

(No harem, no System, no invincibility, no clichés. Read at your own discretion.)

A picture.

A tiny space within one’s palm.

Some seek to understand the illusory within it.

Others beg for a chance to survive.

The old age has ended, and a new one has begun. Who can seize the opportunity as the old gives way to the new?

I awoke from death and opened my eyes:

Statues, paintings, deities, corridors, and miraculous relics. What secrets do they conceal?