There were murmurs in the middle of the night, telling the darkest distortions in the deepest parts of the world.
The prophet said: When the fog swallows the entire Great Rift, the world will become an island of sin, and all the rules and order set by the gods will also be turned into powder. It will be a carnival feast for the depraved.
The moment I opened my eyes, I thought I was reborn in the middle ages shrouded in thick fog.
Fortunately, I came from a ducal family, and I was a good person from the beginning. I no longer had to move bricks day and night like in my previous life.
Just when he thought he could settle down in this simple and prosperous life, he realized something was wrong with the people around him.
The kind father was keen to destroy the great nobles and then kidnap their daughters to be his daughters-in-law.
The gentle mother is a well-known devout believer who can shatter a church with one punch, but never allows anyone to disobey her.
The servants of the house wear goat heads every night and perform evil dark rituals.
"Let's show our cards, stop pretending! In fact, our ancestor is an evil god!"
He was really worried that one day a family member would say this, so he informed his only normal sworn sister of this concern.
"Have you noticed that our family is a bit weird?"
The aloof sister rubbed the dark Bible in her hand, smiling like a flower.
