There was a heavy snowfall the year I met the Phantom God. He pulled me up from the snow with a smile that could melt the ice and snow: Come be my collector. This was the first thing he said to me.
We walked through the white snow and came to a world that was brand new to me. The people here all have strange hair colors. They are respected by silver hair. And my life as a simple collector slowly took a new trajectory after meeting Hong, a god-like man in this world...