My name is Sigmund, and this is the 27th day and the first day after my crossing.

Snowstorm, mountain village.

27 days is just the same day of reincarnation.

Cold and hungry, and a faint growl in the wind and snow.

In 27 days, I had 11 broken arms and 3 legs.

Don’t be surprised, I also buried 7 of myself.

Until the 28th day, in the diffuse snow, a dark ghost carriage broke the time cycle and appeared in front of my eyes.

The door opened, and the ancient parchment rolled slowly

Another world gold finger, or a novice reward for signing in for 28 days?

Between on and off, Sigmund was lost in thought.

…………

Traveling through time and space and nightmares, every time the carriage arrives, Sigmon gets rewards and becomes stronger, but even so, he still stubbornly believes that this car… is not serious.

Only because that day the carriage brought him two silver-haired women, one large and one small.

“My name is Ciri, and I’m from Kyle Morhan.”

“My name is Maria, from the Star Clock Tower.”

Are your horses pulling carts or pulling skins?

joke! I am a decent person, what can I do?

Ha ha……

In a cruel world where only the victors are allowed to survive, before the world ends…

In order not to let everything end like this, the only way is to wield a sharp blade and embark on a bloody killing road, fight on this endless road, and climb out of the abyss of despair…

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress – Jet Black Bullet – Guilty Crown – Crimson Eyes – Is it Wrong to Seek Encounters in the Dungeon – What are you doing at the end of the day? Are you free? Can you come to the rescue? ——Academy City (Magic Forbidden Book Catalogue, A Certain Scientific Railgun)——Game Life ZERO——The Journey of Return (Passing through the GATE Fantasy Self-Defense Force——Dating Battle——The Reincarnation of the Creator.)

When he was addicted to the wizarding world, Roger accidentally crossed into a specious world.

Here, the legendary monsters actually exist. They disguise themselves in the crowd and become a part of this world.

Starting from a desert island, Roger began his career as a demon hunter.

Although crossing his own golden finger, what made him a little helpless is that it was not him who had the plug-in, but just a crumbling dilapidated house…

“Sorceress Piledriver?”

“That won’t work, I’m a pure person.”

Roger made up his mind to be a demon hunter who guarded himself like a jade.

but……

“Sorceress… It’s so fragrant.”

…………

This is a story about the life of a demon hunter in modern times.