Ghosts Return, and I Somehow Share a Body with the Overlord of Western Chu

Shells cannot blast away the vitality of spring shoots. Seeds beneath iron wings only grow more resilient. Those who rise in response are warriors of a great age, standing tall as towers upon our land. No force can extinguish the fire in their eyes, and no sound can drown out their furious roars. In the smoke and flames, the first shoots of revival take root.

Indeed, survival must be wrested from death, and freedom’s flowers are nurtured by blood.

We must raise our torches in the dark of night!

An aimless young man who was content to drift through life happens to be caught up in the revival of the supernatural. He only wants to do his part to help humanity survive.

Only later does he discover that human history has been rewritten. It turns out the Primordial Wilderness was no myth.

Earth is merely a fragment of the underworld that existed before the Investiture of the Gods List was signed.