After traveling to the world of the Bone King, Rowan possesses a player profile and his first class is the rare Healer. Five years remain before the story begins. To survive, to avoid becoming a two-legged sheep, Rowan is forced to take on the Great Tomb. Optimization! Degradation! Ha, are you trying to push the limits of humanity?

At a top-secret base of a Tokyo police department, Rei Furuya, Japan's most outstanding undercover agent, is interrogating one of the most dangerous criminal suspects of the 21st century. "It's a shame, Inspector Furuya, I used to admire you so much. Have you forgotten how close we once were?" "My friend, let me tell you what's going to happen so you can prepare yourself. Soon someone will knock on your door and call you out. There will be someone of higher rank in the lobby. First, he'll praise you for your great service, saying the world is safer because of you, and you'll receive praise and a promotion. Then he'll say I'll be released..." "My friend, my suppliers here come from Okinawa, Tokyo, Yokosuka, and Sasebo. Before you can even manage to get my partners..."

Si Jinkun, who traveled to the Demon Slayer world, shouted at the beginning: I don’t want to be a human being anymore!

He went completely crazy after arriving in the world of Demon Slayer

That shadow that has lingered for a thousand years—Muzan Kibutsuji! That pitiful creature who cowers in fear because of the curse, that false king who vainly seeks immortality!

All his struggles and blood ghost arts became futile jokes in front of Si Jinkun's ultimate body that combined the curse of the stone ghost face and the essence of countless ghosts!

He treats Wuzan as a high-end bun

It also forced the demons and the Demon Slayer Corps to join forces for the only time in a hundred years.

Many years later, Si Jinkun, who had already become a JO-level creature, looked at the world he had ruined and fell into deep thought.

“I know you are wealthy, Tyrion Lannister.” “The second son of Casterly Rock, living a life of luxury and abundance, protected by guards and Bronn, you don’t need a friend like me.” “But now you come to me saying, ‘Lord Corleone, please grant me justice!’” “You have no respect for me whatsoever, you don’t consider me a friend.” “You won’t even call me ‘Sir.’” Thus spoke Vito Corleone in the dungeons of King’s Landing. The short dwarf took two steps forward, knelt on one knee, and reverently kissed the back of his hand: “Sir Corleone, please forgive my past folly.” “My brother said that, throughout the entire Seven Kingdoms, only you can give me justice.” “I can pay more.” Hearing this, Corleone grinned, touching the golden dragon he always kept close to his body in his pocket: “You have already expressed your…”