They say this is purgatory. They were right.
I started with a ridiculous option - I clicked [Purgatory] on the phone screen and chose the least popular [Summoner]. It wasn't until the rotten hand touched my shoulder that I realized: this is not a game, but a bloody road from which there is no turning back.
I became an exiled collector, snatching the remaining souls of demon gods during the hunt. Those powers keep me alive, and those powers make me lose. I wanted to build a kingdom that would accommodate all wanderers, but it was crushed. Failure is like a knife, cutting open my innocence.
So I gathered all my remaining souls and became a god. I revenge, I unify, I sit on the throne that no one can reach, but I only feel cold nothingness. This power is devouring the world, and it is devouring me.
So, I did one last thing: I personally trained people who could beat me. I cast myself into the final trial and hand over the key to the end to the future. This is not a sacrifice, it is a return.
The throne will eventually be empty, and the sunshine will eventually shine down equally.
This world is clean now.
