To find peaceAmidst clusterf*ck of miseryAll I need is but a wayTo rewrite my own history!My mask of sanity slips awayBut there's nobody to tell the taleNo one will be any the wiserWhen a vile evil hides under the veil- Grayback=====================Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor
To find peaceAmidst clusterf*ck of miseryAll I need is but a wayTo rewrite my own history!My mask of sanity slips awayBut there's nobody to tell the taleNo one will be any the wiserWhen a vile evil hides under the veil- Grayback=====================Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor
To find peaceAmidst clusterf*ck of miseryAll I need is but a wayTo rewrite my history!My mask of sanity slips awayBut there's nobody to tell the taleEven gods won't see it comingWhen a Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil- Grayback=====================Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor ad
Welcome to the world that has shed its old skin.It's an age of avant-garde technologies that break common sense. Science that transcends fantasy. And yet, it has lost its charm in the face of something even more fantastical.The presence of mana is for those who are blessed by their origins. The Rank
“Battling young masters for some treasures in mysterious caves? No, thank you.What's so special about a ring containing an old sage's trapped soul? I'll just toss it away.Becoming a direct disciple of some big expert with many enemies? Count me out.I'll flip the bird to the pointless struggle in pre
To find peaceAmidst clusterf*ck of miseryAll I need is but a wayTo rewrite my own history!My mask of sanity slips awayBut there's nobody to tell the taleNo one will be any the wiserWhen a vile evil hides under the veil- Grayback=====================Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor
Welcome to the world that has shed its old skin.It's an age of avant-garde technologies that break common sense. Science that transcends fantasy. And yet, it has lost its charm in the face of something even more fantastical.The presence of mana is for those who are blessed by their origins. The Rank
Eren Idril died as an old, decrepit, and piss-poor adventurer by the maws of a D-Rank monster. He had a lot of unfulfilled dreams and desires that couldn’t see the light of the day after the light in his own eyes died down.But fortunately for him and unfortunately for the world, that wasn’t his end.
