Hello, New World, Here I Come

Black hair is regarded by the world as the mark of the devil, but the real devil is the past that has carved endless rules in his soul and pushed him into endless reincarnation. Compared with the absolute control of work and rest, and the absolute control of the body, daily whipping may be the only leisure time. When he carries his broken humanity and frayed soul in another world that hates him, he begins a redemption destined to be repeated until the end of time - or, an unstoppable destruction. My name is Eleven, the black devil in the prophecy. I am release, the death clock in reincarnation. Will you come back when the 12 bells ring?