Awakened at the Spirit Platform: I Can Control the Ink-Wash World

[A little comedic] [Sometimes scheming] [Sometimes completely unhinged] [No female lead] [The protagonist controls an ink-wash world] [Hot-blooded youth] On this day, beasts from myriad races invaded. Countless heroes of the past gave their lives to fight them off, carving out a safe haven for humanity and giving future generations a chance to catch their breath. But the beasts of myriad races still coveted this land. A hundred years later, they invaded again. Dusk descended. The youth looked down upon all living beings below him. Black and white consumed the entire battlefield, leaving only the dusk behind him. Bathed in its glow, the youth became even more unrestrained. He slowly spread his arms and gazed down at the people, the beasts, all living things. “An ink-painted sword, paper for blood, sketching the world and all its people.” “Injustice, blood hard to swallow, with dusk at my side, I’ll cut down the world.” A hint of madness and determination gleamed in the youth’s eyes. The corner of his mouth curled up as he watched the beings below, soon to meet their deaths. “This is the execution ground I prepared for you. You can call it Dusk Beneath the Ink Wash, or the Twilight of Myriad Races, or even... the Twilight of the Gods!”