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He remembered all the exorcism books, but could not remember the name of the monster. A ring engraved with forbidden runes draws him into a bloody gamble that spans tens of millions of years. The nobles on the cruise ship are laughing, the ancient gods are waking up under the ice, and deep in the mist, billions of eyes are watching this sacrifice. When the brother's blood dyed the polar region red, and when the mentor who accompanied him day and night showed another face, he discovered that the truth was hidden behind every sacrifice. In this world, the boundaries between humans and demons are blurred. And the answer he was looking for was not in any book. What's behind the fog? Is it the gaze of millions of people, or is it a cycle that is destined to be unbreakable?

The storyteller should not have a name, or in other words, his name has long been scattered in the dust of countless worlds he has passed. It wasn't until the first sword in his sword box sounded as the story ended that he understood that every time a tragedy was rewritten and a new chapter was written, the power of the sword would be truly released. Who he is and why he became a storyteller are unknown. It's like a story that has been left in the dust, with nowhere to tell. But when the nine swords sound in unison, the lamentations of the heavens will be silent. Everything can be seen again.