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This is the best of times, this is the worst of times. The old music of the pastoral era is gradually dying out, and a new poem belonging to the sea is being written. Adventurers brandished swords to open up new worlds, divine pastors preached in blood and fire, and lawless fanatics roamed the oceans. This is this era, the era of pirates! (Reader group Qin Zeya's Bistro: 772782692)

Gods have fallen and monsters are rampant. This is an era of despair and lamentation. The torch is passed down from generation to generation, the flag is flying, this is an era in which civilization is staggering forward. Crete, a demon hunter from another world, woke up in this era, witnessed the turmoil and watched the changes in the world. But, can anyone tell me why my sister is a succubus? So said Crete.