Uesugi Tetsu traveled to Japan and discovered that he could draw cards to transform into demons and monsters from historical legends.

Moreover, all the evil spirits and monsters in the world can turn into ashes after death, providing support for his next card drawing.

【Laughing Prajna】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: A little demon who scares children for fun. Only his body is slightly strong. Not a concern.]

【……】

【Hundred Eyes Ghost】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: Born with a hundred eyes, while possessing captivating illusions, he lacks physical strength. He poses little threat.]

【……】

【Guhuo Bird】

[Onmyoji's evaluation: A nine-headed demon, its fire incinerates everything, capable of transforming into a human form and entering the mortal world! Extremely threatening!]

【……】

【Zhu Jiuyin】

Onmyoji's evaluation: ...

The ordinary world that fell into the abyss thousands of years ago has surfaced and reconnected with the human world. This was originally a golden age of demons and strange stories.

The hegemons of the times since ancient times are eager to take the initiative - the Twelve Crowned Ones are ordered to travel the world; Shuten-doji arrives with a vast kingdom; Aoandon attempts to once again start the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons; the Warring States daimyos raise their flags and mobilize their armies...

Unfortunately, Uesugi Che, who also possessed countless demonic talents, opened his eyes and separated the yin and yang.

He shook his head and sighed:

"You only know how powerful I am now."

"But I don't know——"

"How many good brothers turned into a handful of ashes and fell on the road I came here."

To ward off disasters and suppress misfortunes, this sneaky world needs a little surprise.

After copying comments from the folk forum and compiling the first talisman, Chen Xin knew that this surprise... was him!

[Name of talisman]: Zhenzhai·Zhuye

[Purpose]: Zhenyangzhai

[Current talisman power]: Yincha level

[Description of talisman]: Chicken, one crows in the candle night, the image of the south, the fire yang essence... (click to see more)

That year I woke up from underground, with the earth as my blanket and silence as my sleep.

A few years later,

…

A group of monsters from the mountains came to meet me, and I sat alone on the tower to spend the night.

[Fantasy] [Infinite Stream] [Evil Forces] [Suspense]

(No Romance | Pure Heart and Soul | Grim and Surreal)

I knelt at the peak of a mountain of corpses,

a blood-red thread burrowing into my finger bones like a parasite.

The monks—those cursed souls they called “disaster stars”—

met death with open, festering eyes, reflecting the droplets in my palm.

Even in ruin, they watched.

This is an era sustained by soul power,

where both “righteous” and “disaster stars” are born marked by fate.

But fate is a crooked thing.

My master and I hunted the Lifeng Sect,

a cult of madness and slaughter,

whose disciples would butcher their own families under twisted convictions.

Are they insane? No—

They have shattered their minds to touch something beyond sanity.

In my hand, I carry the healing drops—a pure counter to their venomous gu.

Even the corrupted skies seem to bend in my favor now.

“If the gods allow evil to flourish,

then let me become the one who poisons evil itself.”

Let the monks rot.

Let the threads tighten.

Let the drops fall.

I walk not the righteous path,

but the necessary one.