Otherworldly worlds. Rare treasures, treasures, birds and beasts, ghosts, all kinds of strange things, all kinds of unpredictable poisonous demons. This land, which has only been quiet for hundreds of years, has returned to the chaotic era of war. Breaking the old and creating the new, it is staged every day, and the wall of brothers is not uncommon. Here, there is no eternal power, and there is no brotherhood of solidarity. It's just a place of sin, where everyone is in danger, and no one is ...... I know if my head can belong to me in the next second. Killing and killing, endless killing, killing his gods, destroying his soul, and then destroying his spirit in the underworld. Crazy madness, madness and unrighteous madness, eating its flesh, crushing its bones, raising its ashes, cutting off its door to immortality, and cutting off its way to life. Set up another monument, the monument belongs: no flesh, no bones, no ashes, no gods, no souls, no souls, no afterlife, I call you never beyond life. Bloodshed is only a method of killing, stumps and broken arms are only a manifestation of killing, and rivers of blood and corpses are everywhere is the essence of killing. Everyone else says I'm crazy, only I know that my killing is not to kill, my killing comes from guarding, guarding every plant and tree I care about.