The world is hell.
I have understood this more deeply than anyone since I was born.
A monster that can regenerate after its limbs are broken, a son of ghosts and gods who was born with white hair and gray eyes.
He was born into a lord's family.
The foolish and ignorant father listened to the words of the passing demon monk and tried to calm the anger of the gods and protect his territory by torturing his children.
The lord who lost his humanity distributed the children's bones and blood to the people during the years of famine.
The mother spent several months finally sending the child out of the city through a wooden basin, but she did not know whether the child was alive.
But at least, hopefully he can escape this hell.
Intention: None