Chronicles of the Origin

I walk among the shadows.

The strange and the deformed are constantly whispering in my ears.

Demons and evil spirits are my enemies.

When the creatures of the entire universe are struck by calamity, I awaken.

At this moment, mythology has come to an end, and the holy spirits are about to fall.

I hold the future and the past in my hands, tread across the remains of the gods, and fight my way upstream from the depths of despair.

PS: I am not good at writing blurbs. This is the story of an utterly ordinary man battling insects, demons, the strange, and so on and so forth.