On the night of my eighteenth birthday, a rift opened up in reality, and I was pulled into an endless dungeon reincarnation.
To the outside world, I am an orphan who has no father or mother and was raised by an adoptive father. I have a mediocre appearance, average talent, and a habit of hiding my incompetence to survive.
But after a copy of the deserted village shrouded in black rain, I smelled something was wrong for the first time.
Those filthy odors that corrode my sanity, those sinful odors that amplify evil thoughts, those teammates who are pressing every step of the way to frame me...
There is also the extremely familiar original aura deep in the copy.
I thought I was just trying to survive, but then I suddenly woke up.
My panel is a specially made cage, and my life experience is a carefully woven lie.
The adoptive father who tenderly raised me to adulthood was not a mortal at all. Who was he?
Every step I took into reincarnation was planned by others.
