An old, dim park.
A sinister and mysterious grove.
Three men stood together in an eerie manner, the atmosphere so quiet that it seemed frozen...
Enemies meet, hatred simmers.
Charman's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Finally.
Heaven has not disappointed those who strive, he seized his chance!
Remembering how he had relentlessly worked day and night for the secret organization, rising early and going to bed late to spread believers.
No days off, no salary, no guarantees.
Even because the job was too special, he didn't dare buy insurance.
When he learned that Lord Kaz had been captured, he had to step up to lead alongside Guman, commanding the Abyssal Ascetic Association's Blood Lord faction.
When he first took over the Abyssal Ascetic Association, it hadn't developed much, its ideology lacked change, and a bunch of worthless followers only lingered in the shadows. Most importantly, there was no fresh blood joining, no fame.
