In Hell, I Can Wash My Hands Infinitely

Under the scarlet sea, madness and weirdness ripple in the darkness. On the putrid island, conspiracy and betrayal echo in the shadows. Crazy murmurs came from the dream, and monsters in human skin wandered between reality and dreams. A young man with the power to travel between two worlds has been looking for a way back home. Green stood on the bow of the ship and stared at the sea, with a slight curve at the corner of his mouth. The lycanthropy disease made him miserable, but it also allowed him to take away the power of others. The gray fog made him often hear whispers, but it also allowed him to freely adjust his abilities, so: "Uh-huh, you monster is a slow-moving blood cow, so I have to use agility to turn into an assassin." "What are you afraid of? The person facing you is just a reckless man in close combat. Watch me use all my magic to turn into a noble Dharma master." "Your Majesty Duke, your spiritual vision is too high? Then I have no choice but to summon the ancient god. I think he will like you."