Fantasy · Ongoing
Synopsis I became a cultist who worships an evil god— …in a world where the authority of that very god has fallen to the lowest depths, crushed beneath the light of the good gods. Now is the age of balance , where even cultists are no longer objects of persecution. In Plethica , the city of harmony where countless labyrinths lurk beneath its shining streets, one must offer human sacrifices just to make a living as an explorer. “Why didn’t you take off the head before presenting it?” “That one’s too ugly. Bring me someone prettier next time.” “U-um… this one feels a little undercooked….” …Aren’t you all being just a bit too picky with your offerings?
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