After 1,046 cycles, I was crushed by the ghost tide every time.
Three days before spirit cards descended, I was reborn.
I hold the secret art of card-making, can see cracks in seals with my left eye, and can crush evil spirits' souls with my right hand.
The System says it's here to help me.
But my mother passed a note out from behind the seal. It had only one sentence:
“Don't trust it.”
A wind-wielding girl took the final blow for me, and her right arm was crippled.
An ice-wielding woman stood by me through five cycles. Her body will never be warm again.
The Ghost Emperor is bent on destroying the world, and the whole world is falling apart.
But so what?
This time, I'm not running.
