After transmigrating into a mysterious world, the only “blessing” I receive is that I have to feed on my own kind.
Each step up in rank requires devouring a Beyonder of the corresponding Sequence.
Madness is the world's true nature, and my path is to forge a singular clarity of mind by chewing through sin.
I use ritual as a blade, cutting apart conscience and instinct;
I turn understanding into fuel, burning away others and myself.
When I devour the last angel, I am crowned a god in the silence.
They call me a predator, a blasphemer, a tyrant of reason.
I accept the titles gladly.
For I know that in this palace forged from madness
I am the only prisoner who has been forgiven by myself.
