The King of All Evil
My name is Renzou. When I was a child, people always called me strange. I don’t know why—maybe I was just different from everyone else. But my grandmother… she was different. She always told me, “You’re a good child, Renzou,” and made me feel like everything was going to be okay.
I didn’t have a family. My grandmother found me abandoned in the forest when I was just a baby and raised me herself.
When I turned 15, I lost her. From that day on, I was alone. I was sad, of course, but somehow life moved forward. Until I was 18, I lived in the old temple where my grandmother used to stay. At first, I managed to get by, but as time passed, things started to change. The food lost its taste. No matter how much I ate, I was never full. And then… the voice came. A strange voice in my head, repeating the same thing over and over: “I’m hungry...”
Then, one night, everything happened all at once. The ground beneath me cracked open, and a blinding light appeared. Before I could react, a portal swallowed me whole.
When I opened my eyes, I was in a completely different place. Ruined buildings, monstrous creatures locked in battle, chaos everywhere I looked. I had no idea where I was, but one thing was clear—I had to survive.
