The Old God Hunter and the Clown of the Conan World

This is a world swallowed by the Abyss.

Its timeline is a mess, and the date changes whenever someone rolls the dice.

It’s crawling with followers wearing human skin, like the middle-aged man with over a thousand needles stuck in his neck and his unicorn daughter.

There are countless sacrifices. The locals love sacrificing those around them for any old reason, all to secure a stable roof over their heads and food on the table for the rest of their lives.

Its crime rate is higher than Gotham’s, and its sanity level is lower than Yharnam’s.

Now, a hunter carrying the soul of a certain Gotham story king in her head has arrived in this world. She looks around and thinks, “Oh, great, I’m doomed. The whole world is against me.”