An Unnameable Dark Fantasy

This is a thoroughly deranged otherworld, straight out of Lovecraft.

Suffering, pain, and sacrifice have gradually become the new faith.

Decay, depravity, and brutality are now the only virtues.

Here, people worship calamity as a god, believe blood to be a miracle, and call death eternal life.

In the empty, silent Temple of the Holy King, who can reach out and strip the mask from “miracles”?

This is a dark fantasy about a transmigrator embarking on a path of holy repentance, and also a paean to the courage of the human soul.

Mysterious number “851, 765, 917.” Feel free to drop by and join the fun if you're interested.