There Are Really No Good People Here.

There was once a god who used divinity as a shackle to suppress the twenty-four sins inherent in human beings. When the civilization of the old world reached its peak, humans abandoned this bondage, used faith as a blade and betrayal as a chain, and joined forces to kill Him. The moment the god fell, the god's body turned into scarlet dust and swept the earth - that was the final curse. The twenty-four sins were forcibly stripped from the human heart and transformed into monsters that prey on humans: arrogance turned into a feathered tyrant, killing beasts that drank blood and bone, and selfishness turned into a swarm of predatory insects. In the year 2150 of the old calendar, the day when God died was known as the "Day of the Coming of the Tide of Sin" by later generations. The energy of desire that had been accumulated for 300 million years broke through the earth's crust and swept across the earth like a tsunami. Those emotions that have been squeezed out, used, and trampled are no longer cold data. They are condensed and formed in the roar - jealousy turns into a haunting shadow beast, greed turns into a giant crocodile that swallows gold, arrogance turns into a proud feathered serpent... The twenty-four sins, each takes its own shape, and each is thirsty for blood. They feed on human desires and sacrifice fresh lives. If human beings want to live, they must be driven by desire—indulging in gluttony to fill their stomachs, killing to breed self-preservation, and igniting greed for survival. Every breath nourishes the sinful beast; every heartbeat is proof of original sin. Now the earth is a scorched earth, civilization is in ruins, and everyone is evil. If you want to live, you must feed the sin in your heart; if you want to fight the beast of sin, you must indulge your desires. Here, survival is an endless fight with one's own original sin.