As the Blood Moon Waxed and Waned, I Imprisoned Ghosts and Gods in This World

The balance of yin and yang has been disrupted, breaking the world’s equilibrium. At first, people thought these were merely insignificant supernatural phenomena: bloody footprints at night, twisted reflections in mirrors, inexplicable whispers. Then the world was gradually invaded by all manner of incomprehensible horrors.

The ferrymen who command vengeful ghosts are rotting away, while the Heavenly Walkers who claim to save all living things have maggots crawling beneath their skin.

To survive in this world that devours people, you have to be more monstrous than the ghosts. You have to listen to a ghost’s phone call three times before you can turn the tables and kill it. The old man in the tomb won’t leave until you bow nine times. And the nine bronze coffins sleeping inside me seal away a forbidden power that makes even ghosts and gods tremble...

The moment the Netherworld Sea flooded the mortal realm, I stood before the Gates of Hell and smiled. That S-rank disaster that once swallowed an entire city was nothing more than my first breath.