Traveling through the supernatural wasteland, I became a fortune teller.
The clients all say that I am straight-forward, whoever dies will not survive tonight.
They don't know, that's because I collect the bodies myself every night
As long as I bury the monster, I can swallow everything about it—its abilities, memories, and even the authority of the gods.
They thought I was a charlatan, but they didn't know that I had already set my sights on the gods in the sky and had reserved their tombs... For them.
Is this doomsday a sacrifice? Very good, before becoming a sacrifice, I will bury the officiant first.
