(No harem, no formulaic tropes, no brainless protagonist, no System, no invincibility, no wish fulfillment. Read with caution if any of that bothers you!!!) I grew up alone and unhappy. Born with a pair of eyes that could see "illusions," I was mocked by the world as a freak, but no one knew this was a gift of my bloodline. Years later, an inheritance document led me into the haunted house my late father had left behind: blood seeped through the cracks in the door, four death notices appeared in the mailbox, and a ghostly face with blood streaming from every orifice appeared in a midnight phone call...
A deadly evil emerged, and a ghostly domain descended.
Only then did I learn that the world was far more than what we could see. Lurking in the darkness were not only demons and monsters, but even more terrifying deadly evils.
The layers of ghostly eyes in the basement, the red-clad female ghost in the psychiatric ward, demons running wild aboard a ghost ship, the dead rising again in the morgue...
These were only the tip of the iceberg in my many brushes with death.
Slay deadly evils, break ghostly domains.
Amid the killing and the struggle to survive, the mists close in.
Is this a son repaying his father's debts, or the turning of fate's gears once more?
I don't know!
I only know this: I hunt down the dead in the underworld. I kill, I don't save!
Seize the pit before the fire!