I’m a Spirit Reaper of the Association. My job is to slay those who harbor resentment, slay the “Demon Kings” into which they reincarnate, and shatter this already fractured world. Or, like that princess from the northern stars, eat it all!
You know, living in a place like this is downright awful. You also know you’re either too insignificant to make a difference or powerful beyond measure. But…
Who wants to cause trouble?
A prison full of “animals,” upholding an indispensable justice. Gold badges, silver badges: the “Red Star.”
A secluded paradise, devoted to poetry, music, books, rites, and swordplay. The Twelve Martial Gods of the Arts, the Nine Gentlemen of Shaoshi: the “Arts Academy.”
A dazzling badge, carrying out an unquestionable duty. Special-grade officers, iron-blooded battle maidens: the “Police Bureau.”
A host of nobles etched into their very souls, chatting idly about how the poor could simply eat meat. Aristocratic clans, the “Ten Attendants” in troubled times: the “Lords and Ministers.”
Who can shoulder the burden and press on?
Will you join the grand revolution to free us from cowardice and weakness: the “Secret Society”?
Will you pray for exceptional gifts and the privilege of superior genes: the “Border Dusk”?
Will you believe in the boundless grace of the holders of “Divine Arts”: the “Divine Church”?
Will you look up to the glorious palace restored above the white moon: the “Moon Palace”?
By all means, turn the world upside down. Just don’t get in the way of us “Spirit Reapers” doing our job!
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